[ silena doesn't linger by the waterfront when she wakes up, carried away by her own personal shame, and she keeps herself busy between then and the party, but she can't say no to the siren call of a party. it's in her blood.
she's flittering around said party with a mug of warm milk that now tastes like hot cocoa, her dress and flower crown making her look like a winter sprite. she's passing under a canopy of leaves bedecked in fairy lights, when she spots bobbi and stops, awkwardly hovering before she takes a deep breath and forces it out into a smile. ]
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she's flittering around said party with a mug of warm milk that now tastes like hot cocoa, her dress and flower crown making her look like a winter sprite. she's passing under a canopy of leaves bedecked in fairy lights, when she spots bobbi and stops, awkwardly hovering before she takes a deep breath and forces it out into a smile. ]
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