Pity Party (Party and Races!)

Hazel had arrived before the party had gotten underway, but her approach to the party had been muted so far. She hung out on the fringe and simply absorbed the smells and sounds of the party. Barnabas clung to her neck and occasionally whispered something into her ear. Every once in a while his words would bring a faint smile to her lips and she'd nod approvingly. Same as the rest of the loners, Hazel had received an invitation from a loud bird. She hadn't thought much of it and then a chill had settled over her. Confused by that, she'd rolled the bones over the matter. They'd come up approvingly so here she was. In time all would be revealed to her. She could feel there was something here for her and eager to find out, but as of yet she was unsure of what to do.