She's got a flute grasped in her fingers, and she's on edge as the twin Berserkers shrink away and back into the mingling crowd. Tough, but stupid. She scans the crowd while she stands next to Arleen, a hand resting on her shoulder now that they need not fear bothersome cameras or recordings.
She's already found Avi, already found the meek little red-head from Eventide, already scouted out wherever Lihuén is, and it's the ire, it's the fucking cornered dog feeling she's starting to feel. Berzerker had been a bust, poilitically speaking, but getting the deal settled with one of Ru Huang's wolves sympathetic to The Cause had given her a small boost of confidence that, disagreements or no, not everybody was angled against her here.
She hands a glass to Bailey, she catches a glimpse of Avi nearby, and a snarling expression overtakes her features and she balks.
"They don't fucking see the vision, here, I feel like a fucking pariah."
A Butterfly Witch flits by, giggling, and she can almost feel glass cracking under a too-tight grip. "Jesus."
She sips her drink. "What's your read?"
@howlonwheels The Conclave Gala - Cocktail Hour
