Just a little wine

The sun was beginning to set as she snuck away from Elysium's main island and went out toward the mainland, making her way over to the Firefly Lake. The first couple of weeks of her reign had been a whirlwind of trips to various packs, a mildly tremulous pack meeting, and of course the continued anxiety over the fact that she still was unsure of whether or not the Klein family would be taking their leave. All of this on top of the already heavy pressure of a new level of responsibility... She needed some time for herself. As much as she loved her brother and her family, she couldn't deny that much of the pressure she was feeling stemmed from them and she needed a moment of fresh air and a bit of time to think through things without the Mendacium lens glaringly in front of her face. Or, at least, that's what she told herself as she walked out to the covered lounge area that sat on the shore of Firefly Lake with a bottle of wine nestled in the bag she carried.

She had never really been one for drinking, only ever having a small bit of wine with the dinner she shared with Saracyn from time to time, but as she was leaving their den something made her pick up the bottle and carry it with her all the same. She didn't know how to take the edge off of what she was feeling and perhaps alcohol wasn't the answer, but she didn't know that it wasn't either. At this point she was willing to try just about anything. However, as she neared the sheltered gazebo-like area, she quickly realized that she wasn't the only one that had this idea tonight. Ava stopped short at the edge of the platform that was covered in comfortable furs and pillows when she saw Scylla already resting there with intoxicating drinks of her own. Remembering the icy glare that Scylla had fixed her with at the meeting, Ava nearly abandoned her idea entirely to avoid the Klein woman, but she knew that at some point she would have to stop avoiding and tip toeing around Albion and his family–especially if she was serious about wanting them to stay. She moved forward after a moment of hesitation, setting down the bag at the edge of the wooden platform with a soft clink of the glass inside against the floor. "I've heard that drinking is better done with company," she mentioned, looking to Scylla with a questioning look. "Would you mind if I joined you?"

"Avacyn Medacium"