Natsuru had thought she'd be able to mostly fly under the radar, so to speak, as long as she didn't disguise her fae features in this place. That was before she started seeing the fights between monsters, and she quickly decided being taken for a fragile witch in need of protection might be less dangerous. A simple glamour concealed her wings, antennae, and pointed ears... but left her height and features unaltered. Any fae or properly trained witch would be able to see right through her; fortunately, most of the fae seemed playful enough to go along with the charade.

Of course, now, she's ended up in the middle of this Graduation Day new year celebration, bare-faced and practically broadcasting that her Bonded are nowhere near. Every once in a while, she tails someone and alters her glamour to match their paint patterns for a while, breaking away and dispelling the faux paint before she gets caught. Yet when Iramaat notices her, she's some time between targets and seeming awfully lost.

"Ah-?" She gasps and takes a step back, not having noticed the faun nearby until they spoke. It only takes her a second to relax, and offer a slightly nervous smile. "Oh... hello."

Her eyes drift to the paint in the faun's hands, then back to her face. "Huh? ... You mean it?" There's hope in her voice, then suddenly apprehension again. "Um... just for show, though, right?"