[Honestly, she hasn't really been enjoying the feast very much. When the staff noticed her dour attitude and her unwillingness to engage with the servants, they herder her off to the tents. Maybe she just needed some time to rest? That sounded nice.
Of course, they didn't mention they were leading her to someone else's tent. Who better to cheer up a wildcard than another wildcard, hm?
Reed steps into the tent, her eyes drawn to the balls of light -- until Sokie speaks. She pauses, holding her own arm. Her draconic tail behind her swishes in anxiety, the flame on its tip sputtering low to avoid catching anything on fire.]
...I think I have the wrong tent. [And yet she doesn't move, trying to hide the more than faint blush that's come across her cheeks.]
gilded cage
Of course, they didn't mention they were leading her to someone else's tent. Who better to cheer up a wildcard than another wildcard, hm?
Reed steps into the tent, her eyes drawn to the balls of light -- until Sokie speaks. She pauses, holding her own arm. Her draconic tail behind her swishes in anxiety, the flame on its tip sputtering low to avoid catching anything on fire.]
...I think I have the wrong tent. [And yet she doesn't move, trying to hide the more than faint blush that's come across her cheeks.]