setting: semi-flashback to lithia, later in the evening long after ayca would normally have departed, she instead has opted to stay, finding lithia to be one of her favorite events, and so she has indulged far more in conversation, food, and drink, perhaps too much of the latter (aka her last stop of the night before leaving) ; starter for @emiravmallister
the lithia festival, despite one amongst many, had long been a favorite of the eldest lady of house mallister. often prone to leave such events earlier in the night, she found herself staying later for this one over the years. she couldn’t quite decide what it was about tonight that had kept her later than previous times, but nevertheless, she was more of a participant in the festivities than she had ever been in, well, ever.
ayca had just removed herself from the dance floor, not often finding herself amongst livelier tunes such as these, but the flushed cheeks gave way to one of the reasons for her more chipper mood. tucking strands of loose raven locks behind her hair, she made her way around the crowd, aimlessly walking towards, perhaps, another person to converse with this evening that she normally wouldn’t, instead spitting her sister from some paces away, and a bright smile came on her features.
“emira!” she called in a sing song voice, closing the distance between the two and weaving her arm into the others. the movement was not entirely abnormal for ayca to conduct, only it was far more affectionate and warm than would normally come from her. “i’ve missed you all evening. how come you have not come and spoken to your favorite sister?” there was humor in her tone, eyes squinting with her cheeky grin, as she guided the younger mallister amongst the crowd to no where in particular. “what has kept you so busy? talking with some lord?”
