MOD EVENT ↠ IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE

[faderifting]

WHO: Anyone
WHAT: Some dreams
WHEN: Harvestmere 9:45–Wintersend 9:46
WHERE: The Fade
NOTES: OOC post!

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feast

[vorbratta]

Once upon a time, Byerly had been fun. When Sonia was young, when they had met as cousins from time to time. His sister, too, the only girl so close to her own age, had quickly become a favored cousin. Her own closest cousins were both boys, and far too old to tolerate the whims of a little girl. But Byerly had tolerated her, back then, and with fondness, or so it had felt at the time. It was Byerly she saw the most, still sparingly even so, but she looked forward to those rare occasions when the Barras and the Rutyers met with full families in tow.

He was funny, indulgent, knowing how to pull a laugh from her even when in tears. Even as they grew older and saw each other less -- and his sister even more scarcely -- they exchanged letters, and she had confided in him things she never could with her sister, and she had learned from him things like subtlety and timing and how to tilt one's head just so. They had been friends, dear cousins, and Sonia loved him a great deal.

And then the letters stopped. At first she took it quite personally, but the next time she saw Bann Byerly Rutyer in person, she realized there was nothing personal about it. It was simply the fact that by being put in charge of something, you were immediately robbed of anything even remotely interesting about you. Being around the Rutyer siblings became something stiff and uncomfortable. Distant. Sonia didn't like it, and so it was fortunate enough that she didn't have occasion to see either of them much these days.

She hadn't even really wanted to come to this party, but her father had impelled her with a look, and she didn't really have a good reason to be stubborn about it. Besides, she likes parties. She can always find a way to entertain herself at a party, and she doesn't see any particular reason not to get fantastically drunk at this one.

She catches Byerly in a rare moment away from his sister, a couple of drinks in. It would, after all, be incredibly gauche to come to this feast and not speak to him at all. "Ah, there you are," she says with a practiced smile. "Hello, dear cousin. You look well. And what a lovely soirée you've put on -- you always do throw a good party."