Elizabeth
Elizabeth isn't much of a party person, but she is a people person, and she likes to sit and watch as things unfold when people are placed in such a large gathering. Dressed in a simple cream two piece and a pair of sunglasses, she sits just within the barrier as a bridge between the groups - feeling quite vulnerable without her magic. She holds a book in her lap, but behind the tinting of her glasses, her eyes scan every interaction, from the 'dad group' out of range, to the small pairings that gather together like they're bracing for something. From what she can gather, very few people are actually here for the party.
Sipping on a fruity cocktail someone had passed her, Elizabeth does her best to stay informed, catching some of the key players through the interactions. It doesn't surprise her in the slightest to see Deimos amongst the top people, not missing his interactions with the demigods, even if she doesn't see any lips moving. She doesn't recognize most of the other people, although she spots Hadama conversing with the host and Iskra with a red-haired woman that she's seen around a few times but doesn't know her name. Pretending not to be nosey, she continues 'reading' and sipping on her cold beverage.
Sipping on a fruity cocktail someone had passed her, Elizabeth does her best to stay informed, catching some of the key players through the interactions. It doesn't surprise her in the slightest to see Deimos amongst the top people, not missing his interactions with the demigods, even if she doesn't see any lips moving. She doesn't recognize most of the other people, although she spots Hadama conversing with the host and Iskra with a red-haired woman that she's seen around a few times but doesn't know her name. Pretending not to be nosey, she continues 'reading' and sipping on her cold beverage.
Sometimes in the waves of change
we find our true direction
we find our true direction
