Re: Violet & Pixie
It certainly wasn't warm in the room to her, most ballrooms were kept a little cool to accommodate the sheer number of bodies that were involved. After all, it didn't take much to cause someone to overheat and pass out.
"Yeah, Vic and I've talked," there was a faint hint of alcohol in the air around the girl, which Violet picked up on. Well, that meant most likely Mason, or someone like him, had come to the party and helped out the refreshment table just a little. She couldn't help but approve. Alcohol had a wonderful ability to loosen people up. Violet liked people better when they loosened up a little.
The compliment on her dress actually made her lit up a little, rather like a person would blush, Violet always flushed a little starting at her eyes and floating downward along her tattoos until it stoppedd at her shoulders. "Thanks sweetie, you look cute yourself. And yeah, that tattoos they come standard."
Considering she was talking to a little girl with wings, it wasn't so hard to talk about the tattoos and the white hair...they were similar in that not quite normal way. "Friends are easier on my nerves, I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" She still felt a little bad about that fight, she didn't see Pixie as much of a fighter and it didn't even seem fair she was put in a position to have to defend her life.