The wind shifted slightly, tousling dark waves. Her hair tumbled over a shoulder, fingers twined in it as they wrestled with the strands with pursuit to tame them. A small, ebony elastic that she always wore around a wrist twisted around the tresses and finally they were manageable. Light eyes peered around - she was searching for the safest places to stand which would give her the prime location to observe without being seen. Especially not be seen by one guard in particular.
Jakob had asked her to join him at the event, she hadn’t declined, and so there she was. Odd, she felt, being out of the house with an actual purpose. It was a good feeling.
Her attire was simple but appropriate for the event, cut off denim shorts to highlight her legs, comfortable black flats, and a white tank top bearing the symbol of the United States flag on the front. The weather was warm but agreeably cloudy and she didn’t mind at all.