Lydia Martin & Larissa Osorio
Larissa was going to teach someone to dance, that night. Whether it be Derek or someone else, this place needed a bit more cultural diversity, and Larissa was more than willing to offer it. She was enjoying herself here, mostly... there were some people who she was now purposefully avoiding due to the drama they seemed to carry around with them, and it was more difficult than she would like to admit to see Derek walking around in this place without being able to fall back into him the way that her body wanted her to the moment she saw him face. He came here to move past her, she knew that, and it was hard to accept. It hurt. But that was what their fate was, she supposed, and fate always had a reason, even if it wasn't remarkably clear to her. The universe had no obligation to prove itself to the insignificance that was Larissa Osorio. All she could do was hope, and have faith in the grand scheme.
She was moving toward the bonfire when she heard a faint whisper, a quiet sound brushing with the wind against her ear, and Larissa looked over to see Lydia sitting on some logs in the distance. Apparently the girl was deep in thought, because it took heavy meditation to send a whisper to another banshee purposefully while still on the plain of the living, and this girl had done so by accident. It was weak and indecipherable, of course, but it was still there, like a child taking an accidental step after letting go of a table before falling to a crawl. A sign of the next level, but still completely unintentional and lacking of concentration.
Larissa's eyes moved back to the bonfire before she decided, instead, to make her way over to Lydia, and she sat beside her with a kind smile. "Hello, sister," she greeted her warmly, but her smile quickly faded when she saw Lydia's hair. "What is this? Yes, I love it, you look fabulous. You have to teach me." Her smile returned. "After you tell me what is bothering you so."