Kahea and open
Kahea was excited for new years. It meant so many good things: New start, new year, another year of being alive, another year of having survived this new world, another year to have hope of finding her loved ones alive, another year to rebuild, another year to truly appreciate the blessings in ones life.
Despite the cold weather, Kahea was in fact wearing a dress. It was the same she wore last new year's because it was the only dress she had. It was the last dress her mother had bought for her for Christmas 2011, and Kahea cherished it. The hemline had seen better days, but Kahea had evened it out as much as she could. As a result, it seemed to get shorter and shorter each year. Not by much but still. The tool on the inside had been replaced during the summer with tool from another dress found buried in a store in town, and the red color was maintained by only washing it in cold water, aka the river just as things began to defrost. But all the work was worth it in Kahea's eyes, because the dress looked amazing and Kahea felt amazing wearing it.
She had pulled her hair up loosely, some tendril feathering her neck to keep the cold at bay from there, and she wore black pumps, the only heels Kahea had. She decided to stay away from the alcohol tonight, her joints in serious need of a break from the gluten which was in many of even the homemade beverages. She grabbed a mug of hot cider instead and nursed it, letting the warmth go through her body and warm every inch of her, including her vocal cords.
She looked around for other Tawas, trying to see anyone who was getting ready to play so she could join in. She was also looking for Reb, wondering if he'd perform or not.