In order to simply ignore Halcyn (and perhaps most people as they entered the ball) Illyana had teleported herself in. She wore a mask befitting her usual dark personality but the dress she had on had a slightly different apperance to it. The tiny shawl that went over her shoulders reminded her a bit of her home in Russia. In fact, quite a lot of about it reminded her of that home from long ago. It was certainly still more on the dark side of things, but there was a lighter more...cute quality to it than what she often wore. Truth be told, she kind of liked it too. Not that she planned on letting anyone know that. In fact, despite the fact that she'd actually come, she seemed well intent on avoiding just about everyone. Nobody ever said that she was a social butterfly, at least not anymore.

Where she found herself currently was on the balcony watching the auroras with a mug of hot cider in her hand. It may have been her second one of the night and she was relaxing ever so slightly at the firepits. There was something about it that she found calming, a warmth that she knew was definitely artificial, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. By her side is a strange little stuffed animal that she can be seen occasionally running her hand over.

"A fozzie..." What an odd thing to be given here.