It took an hour for her to prepare: stops at various cafes for various espresso beverages, several energy shots and a horrible experience with a hair drier later, she was smoothing her white linen dress against the coming evening breezes, on the corner, flagging down a taxi, not knowing where she was going but not giving a shit, either. The little invitation had piqued her interest - the summer solstice had enlivened her spirit, which was never a good thing for anyone other than her, naturally.
The guy driving the taxi was brilliant with his communication abilities. Most of the drive she remained oddly quiet, studying him from the backseat as she listened to him mutter along to vaguely Viking-inspired lyrics of deafening music.
As they passed what appeared to be a street urchin after driving through a forest worthy of its own story and into a field far emptier than it should have been, a warm wind picked up, licked the side of the open window in the back seat, and Pscipolnitsa dissipated into nothing, a whirling dervish of dust moving from Hati's car - which moments later stalled and died - across the field, brushing against broken stalks of dried grass. It was never willing, but this time it worked in her favor - the dust settled a few feet from the entrance, and she managed to put herself together in time to walk in.
"Could've made it a little earlier in the day," she said with a very slight scowl - you would think she wasn't as old as dirt and instead some kid whining about the long drive. She flicked dust off her elbow - of course, that was part of her elbow, but she began to realize her present company wouldn't mind - or notice? - if parts of her began to fall to the ground throughout the evening.