Sariah stepped outside, taking a moment just to breathe and look around. She liked to observe -- looking at the world, listening to people. She was a fly on the wall often enough, she fit that role, and she'd learned an appreciation for it.
"Not especially," she said with a small smile, once Cyrille had joined her. "Spending time with my brother and listening to Mother go on and on about my party, mostly." My party, that's a joke. It might be my name on the cake but this party is for her, not me. Sariah knew she was probably dreading it more than it really merited, but she was pretty sure she was not ever going to come around to this big party where she'd be the center of attention. She'd gotten a look at Mother's first draft guest list and nearly fainted.