Post by Lyra Horváth on Dec 28, 2023 6:43:18 GMT -7
Set on Winter Solstice 2028; 21st December 2028, ten days prior to the full moon
There was over a week till the full moon, Lyra shouldn't feel this awful. But she did. After her transformation Christmas had never held the same sparkle it once had. When she was younger it was one of her favourite times of the year; all her family came together for a few days of food, madness, and drunk duelling in the kitchen. She wasn't sure if the Horváths still had a family Christmas like that anymore, but either way she wasn't part of it. If hanna horváth did partake in them, she never said anything about it anyway, and Lyra never asked. In more recent years the glimmer had started to come back into the festive season with EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK . They were by no means perfect or anything much like Christmases of her childhood, but there was a cosiness and togetherness feeling about them that she had enjoyed, before they had been ripped away like everything else when he had walked away choosing Sienna over her. The time was made worse by the forced joy, false and manufactured Lyra hated it. But then, there wasn't much else to do but grin and bare it. This time last year she'd been in Australia, busying herself with a tournament, the year before North America. She should have done the same again this year, but even duelling held no enjoyment or thrill for her anymore.
Instead she spent most evenings simply perched at one end of large imposing bar of 96th at the Shard. Drinking herself to a stupor before stumbling to her private quarters in the back and blacking out with a cocktail of potions in her system.
Tonight however was different; her events coordinator had talked her into throwing a party night for the Solstice. It was a week from the full moon, so could even be aimed at Werewolves. Yipee. Lyra was aware of the safe zone her bar had created for Werewolves in society. People said society had moved on, but she and other lycanthropy sufferers knew that wasn't entirely true. She felt at peace with her people of course, but now there was something actually taking place at her bar, she felt she had to be out and about and seen.
Halfway between a festive party, and a general piss up Lyra had waited a while in her room before making her way to the soiree. Hanna had made her get her hair and make up done to be more presentable, as well as creating a pretty bad ass new outfit; but still the dark cloud hovered over. After a battle with her own self esteem, she decided it was finally time to join what was already in full swing on the other side of the sound proof wall separating her living space and the main bar area. Her gaze was filled with unease as she made her way through the crowd and over to her usual space at the bar. Instead of taking her usual stool however, she stood and waited to order a drink; she had promised Hanna she would at least try and speak with someone tonight. Try, anyway.
Tapping painted fingernails against the bar counter top, she waited her turn, wondering what sort of mood she was in and what it would lead her to drink.
