fall y'all q18
Oct 31, 2020 18:44:21 GMT -6
Post by Lethalia on Oct 31, 2020 18:44:21 GMT -6
Mavelle settled in the stables, Lethalia tied Ivaylo's ears to her little head (gods knew how long that would last) and fussed that the sarane hat was sitting nicely on top of her braids. Upon realizing she was stalling, the satyr made one last tug to straighten her dress and followed the next bundle of people inside. All efforts could be made to look like she knew she belonged here, but no false confidence could cover up the unease that came with not being to a party in years, and having never been to a house party. All she was familiar with were the grand circus tents, or glow of lanterns among faire carts, or around a giant bonfire... Inside somewhere, not to mention inside a mage's dwelling, as if it weren't novel enough of a trip already. Thing was - if everything failed, she still had her pretty red hen, and there was booze. Things would be fine.
Indeed she found herself staying out just early enough to not be out too late, but still well into the night that saw Lethalia staggering out to the stable with a dead-sleeping Vay in tow. It was strange though, in spite of the quiet chill of night-turning-morning, how much a bedlam seemed to be coming from the tower she'd just ventured out of. Hard to believe it could be on the upswing this late, but if she was 'too old' to stay at a party late enough, then so be it. It was tempting to turn back inside to see - was that screaming? weird - but she wouldn't be caught dead coming back to a gathering she'd left. Indoors or out, that was a bad look at any sort of party.
Ivaylo lv|6 ly|6
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