Red wine supernova

The wedding that had kept the halls of the castle roaring with noise and wolves for much of the day and into the night had kept her mostly out in the plains or the near by beach. She knew her mother had some kind of connection or friendship with some of the Armada wolves, but she didn't know any of them personally so she didn't feel the need to crash the party. At one time she probably would have at least tried to slip into the reception to sneak some wine, but she kept herself busy with patrols and mapping the stars instead. Was that considered maturing? Her father would probably tell her she was getting dull and the thought made her smirk as she started to make her way back into the castle courtyard. It was late enough now that she figured most of the guests would be heading to bed so maybe she could sneak a glass of wine after all.

Before she made it inside, however, she happened to catch Ember's now familiar scent that was heavily mixed with the scent of wine and when she looked across the way she spotted Ember's midnight form leaning against the stone and staring off into the night. Rebel raised a curious brow as she debated whether she should go over to her. The couple that was married had some kind of relation to Ember so obviously the Carpathian princess had been at the party so why was she out here by herself? After a beat of debate with herself she finally turned her path toward Ember, coming to settle beside her with a little smirk. It was obvious from the smell of wine on her that Ember had been drinking–heavily at that–and it was almost amusing to see someone who was usually so poised being so obviously drunk. "Had a little too much fun, princess?" she questioned with a chuckle.

"Rebel Klein"