Niniane held a deep red wine in her hand, admiring the color as it swirled in her glass before she looked up, taking in her surroundings, so unlike anything she had seen growing up. After all, there were not many people on the Isle of Avalon; it was something of a private retreat and the nunnery on the other side of the veil was hardly a place of fetes. She enjoyed the swirl of colors as people moved together in dance, but even more so, she enjoyed watching the people’s interactions. One woman who caught Niniane’s eyes was a blonde with icy blue eyes. Where many women in the room blushed and cowed, this woman talked with men with no airs. She met them eye to eye and laughed with her whole self. Niniane found herself approaching the woman though she wasn’t sure about her reasoning. Before she made her final approach she quickly grabbed a drink from a passerby. “You looked like you could use another drink.”