Who Lucia and Orion What Moonshine + awkward monsters. When June 3, night Where The patio between Orion and Baba's trailers Prompt Breadcrumbs Warnings Eventual drunkeness? TBD
The bonfire had been too grim for her tastes. She had seen it, of course; it had been hard to miss, blazing like a beacon down the shore, but she had not been in attendance to mourn those who were lost. That was not how she processed grief. Instead she had climbed atop the trailer she shared with Nik and watched from afar, her fingers twisting and untwisting the drawstring on the hoodie that smothered her slender frame, nostrils breathing deep the familiar, comforting scent of He Who Left For Greece Without Her.
He would come back. He always did. But despite knowing this, and truly believing it, she could not help but worry. The hunters had proven themselves rash and brazen. What if someone had gotten to him, too? What if, when the cirque departed tomorrow, he was not there to join them? Should she cast her goodbyes into the fire with the rest of them?
No. That was not how she processed grief.
It was no use dwelling on it. Reaching out to grab the bottle beside her, she slipped from the top of the small trailer and landed soundlessly behind it, turning her body toward the trailers belonging to the small group of Romani that had joined at the last stop. Nik's family. That had been a strange revelation.
She appeared unannounced and lingered for a moment at the edge of the patio before gathering her courage and stepping forward. Her movement was labored with traces of the strain her body had been under the last few days, and there were circles under her eyes; she was, quite frankly, too tired to really put up much of a front, and her features were uncharacteristically unguarded as she saluted him with the bottle of distilled moonshine in her hand, a gesture of offering.