Everywhere she looked, people were dancing, drinking, mingling. Yona had let a short laugh leave her as Sol took the people with him away and across. It looked as if he were headed towards the scarcely disguised Johann. She stood there awkwardly by herself, wondering who he had been with. She thought she caught part of a conversation and part of that included a quick introduction. Someone named Nessa perhaps. Yona held her small square gift in her hands, carefully wrapped and addressed to Chef Benvolio. Her green eyes peered through her mask to watch the dancers. She shifted her feet a bit since everyone seemed to already be involved in conversation or involved in a dance. Even Adalinda was dancing, she saw. The green haired woman looked down at her gift and let a little sigh escape her lips. "Guess I should go make amends then." Yona had been hoping to do more at the ball first, just in case Benvolio lost himself in a rage and caused some sort of a scene.
The plant mage did not want to cause a scene, she really did want to apologize. The strode towards the table of foods in time to see Benvolio hurrying into the back kitchen. She had just missed him. Yona plucked up a cluster of grapes and ate them, looking around at the room. She glanced at the kitchen and shook her head. "I can face all sorts of evil monsters but not a chef? Get a grip, Yona," She told herself before sliding towards the kitchen. Before she could entered, she saw Kyran singing out. The plant mage smiled and gave him a wave. When she heard the words of the song, she was reminded of Gaia and slipped out her iLac. Quickly, Yona snapped a little video of Kyran before sending it to Gaia. She would appreciate that; she was sure of it. Then, Yona turned and pushed through the kitchen' swinging door.
Ketsueki stirred briefly sniffing about in her head as Yona gazed on the hustle and bustle of the kitchen. At first, nobody noticed the beautiful woman in the ornate plant dress. Yona breathed in the smell of sweet honey, savory meats, and every spice she could think of. Truly, this was the ultimate gift for one's senses. So many dishes being prepared and an entire table devoted to holding all the beverages rendered Yona paralyzed with amazement for a moment, blocking the door. Her eyes took in the food while Ketsueki seemed mesmerized by the smells. "So much meat, so much blood, so many people," He crooned in her head. As a side thought, Yona came to her senses and got out of the way of a hurried little man carrying empty dishes into the kitchen, heading for a large sink. She had to tell Ruvel about Ketsueki, she knew it. She had promised Johann that she would even, but that was over a month ago now. Even Kyran had advised her to tell someone she trusted, and she did trust Ruvel. Considering that Ruvel was a child, it made communication much more difficult. Perhaps she would tell him soon, but not exactly here, at the fancy party.
Finally, her eyes caught sight of Benvolio, stirring a pot, tasting it and then patting another chef on the shoulder with a pleased expression. She slid her mask upwards to reveal her face and walked to the side of the kitchen, calling out to him, "Chef Ben! Benvolio! Come here, please!" Due to the activity and hustle, initially, Benvolio heard the voice and simply moved towards her. Once he was close enough to see her face in detail, his expression soured. He pointed a finger at her, angrily, "You! You tried to kill me! Get out of my kitchen!" Yona frowned and looked down at the gift, "I... I know. I'm sorry about that. I was going through a lot. I came to give you a gift." Benvolio didn't seem any happier. "I want you to leave, immediately. Get out, and take whatever poison you have in that box with you." Yona looked at him pleadingly, "Oh come on, please? I really mean it. I came in here to apologize. Sincerely. This gift is perfectly non-poisonous. Won't you just open it?" Benvolio crossed his arms and gave a hearty sigh, unsure of what to say at first. Finally, the man said, "If I open it, will you leave?" Yona nodded smiling brightly. It wasn't a great start, but it was a start. A new year, perhaps one where she could earn his forgiveness.
Benvolio took the gift and moved to the side corridor, back where the coats were hung up. It was slightly quieter here, but still had enough of a view to the kitchen in case there was trouble. His hands ripped the colorful paper apart and then his mouth opened wide. It was a box filled with small labeled bags, seemingly boring for a gift. But to Benvolio, he recognized what it really was. Every tiny packet was another type of herb or spice, tiny seeds with a bit of magic left in them by Yona. "I collected them from all of my travels before coming here to Tolgalen. It's my entire collection of herbs and I magicked them to ensure that they would survive and grow well when I planted them." Benvolio couldn't close his mouth, his eyes wide, still staring. There were herbs in here that he had only dreamed of tasting, dreamed of smelling, herbs that he had never imagined he would get to use in his own kitchen. It was an open door of possibilities with dozens and dozens of recipes he could try and plenty he could create on his own. He now had the means to surpass just about every other chef on the whole of Tolgalen. Yona was a bit nervous that he had not yet spoken and added softly, "Well, all except lavender. I really am sorry. I was reckless and stupid back then. I hope you can forgive me, chef." She bowed her head in supplication.
Benvolio slowly closed the box and swallowed hard. "I never expected something like this, never mind from you." After another long pause, he opened his mouth, but whether or not to forgive her or say something else entirely, Yona wouldn't get the chance to find out. Someone in the kitchen gave a little cry and Ketsueki perked his head up excitedly. "Oh blood! Blood!" He purred inside of her head, Yona's eyes flickering into blue flames for a second before reverting to her normal green hues. She bit her lip as a voice cried out, "Ben! Oi, Ben! Krezk chopped off his thumb. We got to get him out of here! He's bleeding like crazy!" Benvolio and Yona raced into the kitchen and she said, "Let me see. I can heal it easily enough." In her head, Ketsueki was full on dancing. "Can I have the thumb? I want a gift too. If you won't let me, I'll just take it..." Yona fought against Ketsueki, her eyes flickering back and forth as she approached the man in the kitchen. The others had moved away in order to let her through. "Don't you dare, Mars will kill you. I mean it." Yona ordered the demon mentally.
Yona lifted her hands and started to speak, though her words began to shift into a deep and malevolent tone of voice. "Let me see it. I can heal you. I just want a taste. Give me your hand. Yes, give me your hand." After a reluctant pause, small branches began to poke out like antlers from Yona's collarbone. Her eyes green again turned to Benvolio, pleading and concerned, and he darted out of the kitchen, back to the party. All movement in the kitchen stopped, unsure of where to go from here. If Yona didn't get a hold of Ketsueki, the demon would take control at the worse possible time. Yona had no intention of causing a scene or of letting anyone know of her plight. This was her night. This was the night where she would properly act as a representative of WFTC, of the guild, and make them proud. She was going to tell people about Ketsueki, but not like this. No, not like this.