The notion that this had, indeed, been a social misstep, a fool's errand employed to mend the pieces of a shattered self, began to make itself far more readily apparent as the seconds slithered as escaping sand from betwixt her desperately-clenching fingers. The invitations she had extended to what few acquaintances she had left to call upon were, she supposed, simply pleas for guidance, for companionship. Pleas the fledgling vampire had hardly anticipated might actually have elicited any manner of response. And so it is the fragile wings of hopeful butterflies that flutter to life within her stomach at the brushing of soft fingers against cold flesh.

The appearance of Raven sees a smile sew itself unto her features, blues eyes traveling appreciatively over the unusual fabric of her companion's dress. "Thank you for coming. Your dress is just... stunning," she lilts, transfixed for a drawing moment by the multi-faceted hue of the garment in question, its extravagance also managing to cast glaring light unto the fact that her own choice of attire is now decidedly subpar. Opulence, whether in choice of dress or otherwise, had never been counted amongst Isolt's virtues. Whatever compliment or further contemplation she might have indulged in is stymied by the arrival of another familiar face. Yet though Tobias' arrival is appreciated for the distraction that is its inherent vow, what else it promises and signifies has the crimson-haired woman coaxed ever further towards the precipice of anxiety that looms just ahead. Her suspicions wholly confirmed with the motioning of the boy's finger towards the curving expanse of the mahogany bar and the brooding dark-haired gentleman who had seen fit to roost there instead of subject himself to her presence.

Their last encounter had begun in the spirit of hope and congeniality, and yet it had closed in a far less comely manner as interactions between the two had a dark history of doing. A bitter taste upon both their tongues, and a renewed anxiety within Isolt for this man she had attempted to stop herself from fearing. Blue eyes meet green for a long few moments, the barest suggestion of a smile offered to him in reflection of the truth of her amiability. Isolt moves to approach him, the movement unbidden by any conscious consideration of the very tangible consequences... before her movements are halted by the appearance of a familiar lithe brunette taking her station at the bar top. Alexis. Yet another individual who conceivably would not take kindly to the presence of the auburn-haired vampire; the culmination of both of their presumed dislike of her resulting in a stay of all movement before she withdraws. It is to Tobias' merit, perhaps, that it is in this moment he chooses to bequeath her a rather unusual compliment... if it could have been deciphered as such. At a loss for how one is to properly react to being referred to as "slinky", Isolt merely allows the befuddled smile to crease her delicate features. A simper that only broadens with the arrival of one of her closer companions. Even beneath the superficial guise of the black and gold mask, the flame-haired vixen is aware that it is Damon, having grown accustomed to his presence, his stride, his smile. Gracefully Isolt leans in to offer her own whisper, clutching at the private opportunity allowed by Tobias and Raven's preoccupation with one another. "I'm not really entirely sure that's a compliment. But thank you, I guess. Who knew that you'd clean up so nicely," she coos with a playful smile tugging coyly at the brims of her cherried lips.

Crystalline eyes filter from her handsome companion to the room at large once more, enamored with the opulent dress of those who bustle around the ornate space, pausing for a time upon a young woman stationed upon the shores of the crowd. Her dress an alluring soft pink, Mediterranean in style and utterly beautiful in Isolt's quite humble opinion; though the woman herself hardly appears pleased at the notion of being present at the festivities, Isolt nonetheless extends her a warm smile before her attention is suddenly and effectively diverted back to the group before her. The subtleties of a scowl appear upon her otherwise quite pleasant features as a set of dazzling blue eyes cut to her counterpart, the slope of an elbow lodged gently into Damon's side. "Wolf? Really," she chastises before proffering a gentle smirk to Raven. "Do forgive him as his manners leave something to be desired. Raven, this is Damon. Though it appears you two have already met." Though another sly and faux-scathing glare is sent towards him, Isolt finds herself rendered all but helpless in the face of the contentment that radiates from every subtle curvature of his face. She is not overly displeased with him, not truly, and the scowl quickly melts from her features as she turns from him only to find herself face to face with yet another individual... this one wholly unknown and quite... alluring.

He is vampire, this she readily gleans, this one ethereal sense developed to such an extent that she may decipher with astounding accuracy the presence of her own species. What Isolt cannot know, what eludes her proverbial grasping fingers so deftly, is why the feel of him differs. In truth the aura of every individual is unique, crafted by the artisanal hands of its owner... yet even in this he feels different, separate somehow. She cannot know that it is his advanced age that piques her ever-wanting curiosity, for so fresh is her transformation that this sense has yet to be honed, only newly awakened and not yet indulged. Even so she offers him a shy smile, subconsciously leaning towards Damon, though the movement itself is nearly entirely unnoticeable. "Hello," she whispers.