Blair & Viola | Bonfire, Evening
Though this was certainly a very different vibe from the disastrous Unification Day party, Viola was finding it equally hard to relax, albeit for different reasons. Despite the revealing dress that Reagan had provided her, it was impossible, she thought, for a Clovennian to truly fit in at a gathering like this, no matter how many languages they translated their service into. (That said, the fact that her butler had apparently chosen such a very... unifying passage of text struck her as both highly suspicious and also, somehow, sweet. A little.)
Unlike at Unification Day, however, Viola had chosen, after much deliberation, to make use of one of the Ellevra pills. Just... as insurance. Blair was unlikely to come to the party at all, Clove knew it was hardly her kind of scene, but just in case, just on the off chance that something happened, Viola wanted to be prepared.
And though she might not have felt relaxed, she did certainly feel prepared. Prepared for just about anything, really. Not powerful, necessarily, but safe, even though she knew that the very reason there were so many Ellevra pills at home was because the men in the house distrusted the medication.
She sipped her glass of iced tea, the fire throwing shadows on her bare shoulders, listening to the fiddle music and trying to make Lachlan out from the crowd when she heard someone call her name. "Blair?"
Her stomach began to drop, but just as quickly bounced back up, as if snapped back by a rubber band. She had nothing to fear from Blair tonight. Not prepared as she was. Even as she moved closer, she felt barely a tingle at the edge of her Gift, a whisper of her presence. She smiled broadly and extended a hand to clasp hers. "I certainly didn't expect to see you here, darling." She smiled beatifically and took her hand back to adjust her bright, nearly glowing sunflower crown. "Good to see you're finally letting loose."