Without much thought, Clary had adapted fairly well to her newfound home. But that's just what she did. Her mother may not have raised her as a shadowhunter in particular but Jocelyn Fairchild had raised her to a true blue, dyed-in-the-wool New Yorker which gave her not only a considerable amount of street smarts but a great deal of adaptability as well. In a way, it had prepared her for things like this and pretty much everything that had happened from her 18th birthday on. As much as anything could prepare you to have your entire world upended, anyway.
It helped that Jace was here. Valentine's lie about his paternity had been a set back for sure but the weirdness it created had all but dissipated now that they knew the truth.
And, of course, now that the Seelie Queen had helped them along.
Today had been spent trying to figure up a new rune to help those who couldn't seem to remove their sunglasses all day. As with all things, there were some people who took it completely in stride. And then there were...others. Some of them had come damn near close to injuring themselves trying to get the offending accessory off of their face and try as she might with both her angelic strength and her runic magic, Clary had managed to help exactly zero people.
With a sigh, the redheaded shadowhunter made her way into the Lightning Brew Pub. A glass of sangria was just the thing for a day like this. Then home and maybe a soak or something?
The bartender had just handed her the fruit-infused wine concoction when she caught a wave from Clarke. Smiling, she made her way over.
"Clarke, hey." Clary replied brightly, sitting her drink down on the table before taking the seat she'd been offered.
"I didn't know you were an artist." She added, admiring the sketch on the table in front of her. It was upside down and yet she still felt like she could see it perfectly.