[In a bright flash of dazzling light, Elle hears Corvus wish her a happy New Year, and she glances over at him, quietly surprised. In the delight of color, his feline profile is illuminated with each firework that goes off. It's difficult for her to read him, perhaps more so as a cat; but despite her own innate magnetism (or perhaps because of it), she feels a stream of contemplation behind those glistening feline eyes.
Maybe she's just seeing things. Maybe the warmth of the alcohol is already making her imagination run wild.
But it didn't matter. Regardless of where the sentiment came from, it's returned sincerely. Softly.] Happy New Year, Corvus. It'll be a great one.
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[Elle was right when she told Corvus they were lucky to have such a view; the display is a professional one, the kind that people pay good money to see. The kind that's worth paying good money to see, to lose oneself in the night sky and bright lights and festive company. As such, there are varying types of fireworks that go off, in different patterns and rhythms. It lasts for a good 45 minutes.
Maybe it's because, finally after several years, she has company this New Years, that it feels different this time. It wasn't at all the normal sort of company, but Elle found that just because Corvus was currently a cat didn't mean that she wasn't feeling a budding friendship and camaraderie with him, in just their few short days together. She feels excited. More eager to celebrate. More eager to drink.
She disappears occasionally when she's drained her bottle, to come back with a couple more. By the end of the show, there are four or five bottles, sitting empty on the railing. By the time the finale explodes in the air -- every color imaginable, like bright planets bursting in the sky -- she lifts her arms up and laughs. Her cheeks are red and she may be swaying just a little, but she's having fun.
And true, a little drunk. She didn't eat anything for dinner (she was saving room for cake!!) and not being much of a drinker in general, her tolerance isn't as high as some.]
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Maybe she's just seeing things. Maybe the warmth of the alcohol is already making her imagination run wild.
But it didn't matter. Regardless of where the sentiment came from, it's returned sincerely. Softly.] Happy New Year, Corvus. It'll be a great one.
[Elle was right when she told Corvus they were lucky to have such a view; the display is a professional one, the kind that people pay good money to see. The kind that's worth paying good money to see, to lose oneself in the night sky and bright lights and festive company. As such, there are varying types of fireworks that go off, in different patterns and rhythms. It lasts for a good 45 minutes.
Maybe it's because, finally after several years, she has company this New Years, that it feels different this time. It wasn't at all the normal sort of company, but Elle found that just because Corvus was currently a cat didn't mean that she wasn't feeling a budding friendship and camaraderie with him, in just their few short days together. She feels excited. More eager to celebrate. More eager to drink.
She disappears occasionally when she's drained her bottle, to come back with a couple more. By the end of the show, there are four or five bottles, sitting empty on the railing. By the time the finale explodes in the air -- every color imaginable, like bright planets bursting in the sky -- she lifts her arms up and laughs. Her cheeks are red and she may be swaying just a little, but she's having fun.
And true, a little drunk. She didn't eat anything for dinner (she was saving room for cake!!) and not being much of a drinker in general, her tolerance isn't as high as some.]