Let the Festivities Begin

A festival. If there was something that could remedy Nirvana's admittedly sour mood, this would likely be it. That, and she'd have to come out and support Avacyn as well. The closest thing to a sister that Nirvana would ever have, and yet she'd been admittedly absent from the girl's life. There's a familial protectiveness, fondness, that can't be denied but she doesn't know the girl. Though Nirvana may not admit it aloud, she wants to. Still, that would be something for another day. Hosting an event like this had to be exhausting, and she didn't envy the girl.

There were different brands of leadership, and Nirvana would much prefer to work her magic in the background. She exists in the places where the shadows grow long, ever vigilant, ever watchful. Today is no different. Though she answers Manea's call, the barely-a-woman sticks to the fringes of the crowd. Her gaze is keen, razor sharp as she takes in each of the strangers as they gather. Strangers. Friends. Family. Wait, friends? Maybe not quite friends, but strangers and family at least, as they gather. It's been a long while since Nirvana has been in the midst of a crowd like the one that was beginning to gather. Stifling. All of it is stifling, an ill-fitting shirt.

Maybe... well, maybe the wine would help. Nirvana drifted in the direction of the booze, feeling yet another wave of cool-girl confidence as it took hold. Right. It was a party, after all.

"Speech"