ALBANY & CHAPELL | SHORELINE | 9:45PM
The magic of the ley lines was mesmerizing, and Ally couldn't help but smile to herself as she watched it. There was so much life in that magic, so much beauty, that it was easy to forget the darker parts this existence was capable of. She could hear the sounds behind her, and hugged her knees tighter to her chest as a pang went through her. Ally often wondered what it would be like to be normal; to be able to dance and smile and laugh without hesitation or fear. She could look the part all she wanted, but she wasn't like the rest of her peers, and that always niggled at her in the back of her mind.
Hearing her name from several feet away, Ally only started a tiny bit. Chapell's voice was instantly recognizable to the skittish young woman, and as a result any instinct to flee was easily vanquished.
"Thanks," she said with a smile as she took the bottle. Her lingering anxiety seemed to evaporate with Chap's appearance, and she couldn't help but feel comfortable. "All anyone here seems to have is alcohol, which I'm not thirsty enough to drink," she added with a grin.