[Justine is trying her best to stay out of the way as she explores the festivities but it's impossible. The fire pulls her closer and then someone is gliding her along and speaking to her. She doesn't often speak back but she's an attentive audience. When she's finally able to dislodge herself she's being held a man's drink and being asked to hold it.
Her lips part and a soft sound of protest exits before she falls quiet again.
She watches the stranger, holding his drink in such a way that it won't spill on the mage robes that the Coven had so kindly bestowed upon her.]
iv. boaltinn
Her lips part and a soft sound of protest exits before she falls quiet again.
She watches the stranger, holding his drink in such a way that it won't spill on the mage robes that the Coven had so kindly bestowed upon her.]