I Wish, I Wish...

As the feminine call came to Banshee's ears a grin slipped across her warm features. She had heard rumors of an event but wasn't too sure what it would be. Festivities would surely get the anxious gal's mind off her troubles for one evening. That is if she could avoid some of the Wolves that she didn't want to interact with. Nevertheless large paws carried the lean fae to the party with ease. As she moved there seemed to be a slight pep in her step. Banshee aimed to take on the event with a more positive outlook then allowing her issues overtake what could be a pleasant night.

Upon arrival those baby blue eyes took in the fire lit festival. Her grin formed into a smile as she observed the bonfire, food, and a few other bits and bobs. Banshee was impressed with what Iolaire had done and seemingly by herself. With a tiny nod Ban moved to find the greyscale femme. "You have outdone yourself." Raspy feminine vocals hit the air as she stopped about ten tail length away from the small healer and let the spear that was between her jaws hit the ground.