Halloween had always been Dahlia's favorite holiday, and her love for it hadn't been diminished, not even after the accident. She didn't go to the same parties as before, nor did she spend hours on a costume she couldn't see, but when she heard that the weekly meeting at The Red Door would instead be a Halloween get together, Dahlia was barely able to hide her enthusiasm. She went every week as it was, so there was no way she'd been missing this particular session.
When she arrived, a leash in one hand and the other holding a purse that even looked obnoxiously expensive, she could hear the chatter of familiar voices. After two years at the Red Door, one of which she attended these meetings without a single absence, she was able to identify nearly every single person (and creature) that walked through these doors by voice alone.
She hadn't seen (so to speak) Saint in a while, and she couldn't help the little smile that danced across her nude lips when she recognized the fae's voice. "Hi, Saint," she greeted, allowing Lucy to lead the way to a nearby seat. She didn't attend these meetings for self help, despite the fact that there were a number of things she could have been attending for, but instead found herself here week after week just to be amongst the supernaturals. They were fascinating and wonderful, and Dahlia listened to their stories with rapt fascination. It never occurred to Dahlia that she should have been scared or, at the very least, wary of these creatures.