Ah, her Coven. It didn't take long for them to gather, even those that usually held themselves aloof, apart. Gray, who was immediately distracted from his distress by her shadow-beasties. Ariadna wearing her candy like jewels. For someone with an exceptionally questionable idea of family, Elia seemed to have ended up fairly well off with this lot.
She slid to her feet in order to coax Alex closer with an outstretched hand. Everyone had dressed for the Hunt; Elia had opted for shadows, darkness that shifted and moved around her. Sometimes a dress, sometimes more like a robe, silky and fluid. "Brilliant, Lila," she offered the bone-witch, gesturing to the blanket for the general unloading of gear. "I'll send one of my darlings after more wine, just in case." The large bowl laid out on the edge of the blanket was almost certainly for more blood.
As nice as Issac's appearance with lambs for the sacrifice in tow, Marcus won the prize for Most Ridiculous Warlock. The look that Elia leveled at him was part disbelief, part perplexed. "Really, darling? We have a new witch, and this is your first impression?" Clucking her tongue, the shadowmancer turned her attention to Nyah, finally. "Forgive him, and us for him. He's being whiny about the cold. The impatience is business as usual. I'm so glad you've decided to join us! Maybe you'd be interested in assisting with the honors?"