[open] acrid wonderland / holiday party

[naia]

it's a guarantee that he won't forget me.
my body little, my soul heavy.

The bitter taste of Naia’s first encounter with her father coats her tongue, casts out any chance of pleasantries. The roan girl can sense her mood souring as the seconds pass, the consuming need to expel her nasty vitriol onto another sickening every corner of her usually busy mind. The typical quiet thoughts she dims to stay more aware are now sirens of red letters doing laps around her brain

I wanting to fucking escape.

Anger is new: hot, unknown, a bright white branded spear leaving searing marks across her body. In movement, she is tense - one careful step, then the next, and so on . . . though even that intense focus will not chase away the pain. She does not understand this - this poison she unknowingly swallowed the day she met those ill-fated leaders in the Meadow.

What had started this spiral? Perhaps she resents her mother for never introducing her to her father, for never telling her much about him; perhaps it is the teenage angst finally setting in, the lack of socialization keeping it from her for so long. There is a fury stirring, a vexation marinating in a tightly wrapped container full of isolation and repressed loneliness. For now she does not fear it (though she certainly should), she only chases it as it runs rampant, perpetually incapable of catching it.

In her daze, Naia does not notice where she is wandering. There were whisperings of a celebration happening in Island Resort (a destination she had set but decided against halfway through her journey); it seems she has wandered into it without thinking. Snow begins to flutter from the sky as she hesitantly steps into the twinkling light, delicate white flakes catching on her eyelashes.

She looks beautiful: wondrous and wide-eyed as she stares into the night sky (no outward indication of the suffering within). Her chin is turned all the way upward, vulnerable and child-like and so unlike her (perhaps she needs this - the enrapturement of such graceful scenery). Naia waits, the shadows of the sparkling orbs above waving back and forth over her slowly roaning chestnut body, enchanted for just the second.

Naia

to explain because i forgot to work this into the post: she's hovering near the entrance of the party, i imagine there's plenty of people chatting/wandering around just ahead. open to literally anyone milling about at the party : )