Closed Starter for @howlthorne
Where: The entrance to the Conclave Gala
Thera watches as Juniper and Irene surge in front of her. The three had supported each other, and silently (though in some cases obnoxious,y loudly) goaded each other into actually going to this event. This was good for them, they were young and needed to get out of the house. Thera….. well she had never felt more drained. She loved a party and yet as she took in the glimmering, welcoming surges of the magical energy emanating from the main room, she wanted to vomit.
She shouldn’t be here. Didn’t want to be here when they couldn’t be. She didn’t care if Kanta Shah never wanted to be anywhere near her after this experience, she just wanted him to wake up. To be able to haunt the corners of magical soirées like this.
She resisted wiping her palms on her silk dress. Didn’t want to ruin the fabric. So she lifted a hand to her head instead and adjusted her hair slightly, felt the loving scrape of amythst pins Graziella against her scalp. A small sign of relief.
As she looked back up, bracing herself for far away hum of people, a familiar thread caught her eye. Her eyes followed it, though she couldn’t believe it was there. Such a hopeful line. Both in nature and for her and as she followed, her eyes rested on a face she once thought dead. “Lu? You can’t possibly be here” she breathed.
