Faelon was most definitely confused. Where the frick did this guy come from? He thought, raising an eyebrow and huffed, still feeling the buzz of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Malikye seemed to agree in thought, as he jested about a invitation. Oh no, there was no celebration to be noted. There was no laughter to be heard but the snarky, sarcastic chuckles that passed around them all. The tension was thick- he felt the pressure of sticking by his brother and witnessing a psychotic woman freak over an Imprinting. Just fantastic.
Indeed- the lady seemed to be mad, extremely so. She paced as if she had lost something.

"Yes, she has lost her mind, that's what..." he mumbled to himself softly so she wouldn't hear. He had no doubt his twin might catch it, but he didn't mind.


With a grunt, Fae shook his head. His brother was furious and quite possibly on the verge of tearing into someones throat. Everything was just too confusing and too annoying to deal with, but he would calm Malikye anyway. He nudged his twin with his nose.
"Calm, brother. No need to get all worked up. Can you not see that they are Imprints? The guy could care less about us unless you make a move on his woman. Let us leave- there is no point in being here, yes? Come- let us go."