@Kassandra
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he's given up on her search for Beech, who disappears into the darkness at will; as if he isn't almost entirely white and should therefore be easy to find lurking through the shadows of the festival. In the near distance, she can see the dark shapes of partiers passing between the bonfires, becoming momentary illuminated in the severe light of the flames. They become monsters, exaggerated and bizarre. Words tumble over her, she listens without really paying attention while the frosted mare apologizes - to her, to Breadnut, hidden away.You should not have stuck your head out if you didn't want to be seen, she scolds him silently.
At the bar, the alcohol is doing its job. She can feel her shackles loosen, can see how others at the cocktail party are also beginning to lose themselves to it. Two stallions nearby whisper heatedly at one another over a sapphire gone missing from a staff. One ear follows their conversation, their hissing voices easy to pick out from the growing, joyful, rumble of the celebrations. Red eyes turn back to the frosted mare beside her and she tries another smile. It's easier, this time.
"No, I'm sorry, only I've never stayed anywhere more than a few days. It's hard to imagine being in one place for four years. What do you do with yourself?"
It's a genuine question. She's come with the intent to stay, but she doesn't know how. Her attention is pulled away momentarily by the long, mournful, nose of Oculos, peering intently up at her as if willing words into her mind, but he is not hers, and she cannot hear him. She does, however, hear the manic exclamations of Barley who has managed to ease himself off the bar to sit in the narrow hollow between the hound's shoulders, small nimble hands gripping tightly to silky curls.
they'll never see us coming.
"They are absolutely going to see you coming," she tells them both, certain that rat and borzoi are of a similar mind in their plans, and that the pair are apt to draw attention like a couple of circus performers. Barley huffs, indignantly, but his reply is cut short when the bickering stallions' argument suddenly explodes into a brawl that sends them blundering into the group, sending drinks flying and Rivane shying sideways to avoid their twisting bodies.
"What the--?" Her tail snakes close to her body, the gleam of sharp metal tines piercing through the long purple hair, defensively. Four ears flatten and if she had any mane at all they might disappear, nonetheless it gives her a serpentine aire. "What the hell are you doing?"
Ugh I'm sorry this took so long. Work is so awful right now it's sapping all my words. I have no plan here, feel free to do whatever lol
