The idea that she was there to tempt him into attending the party was enough to lift one of Elia's brows. Another time, she might have been – she had offered to show him half of the outfit she wore, the thin golden chains that draped across her chest, half-covering her breasts and tinkling with her movements. The rest of the outfit wasn't part of the usual, of course. A paneled white skirt, held at each hip with gold chains. Gold bands curling around her arms and up one of her legs. Issac had delighted in dusting her with a shimmer of gold, as well, and Elia had braided her hair intricately to fall down her back.
It was an excellent costume; it was almost a shame to waste it.
"No, I'm not here to ask for wishes," the witch replied, holding up a bottle of wine. "Only to keep you company. You are reliably un-festive, you know. Can I come in, Kennet?"