It wasn’t unsurprising that she didn’t recognise the face of the young man who’d bumped into her. After all, as far as she was aware there was only two faces on Shaman she would possibly recognise and she didn’t particularly wish to run into either of them. One of course had bestowed the few memories she possessed of her past to her. As such she was fairly certain he wished to never lay eyes on her again and she felt she owed it to him to acquiesce. The other had done some certain truth omitting that still riled her if she thought about it. Not that her mind had recalled those memories in an age, not till she’d set foot on Shaman. Their faces remained vividly etched in her brain but sadly the faces of her children were a mystery. It was just vain hope that she’d recognise them as her own. Perhaps there was some maternal instinct that was just too strong and hadn’t quite been cleared away that meant like magic she’d just know they were hers. It was a foolish yet curious thought she’d dared to entertain. Perhaps it was enough now, she was bordering on unsafe levels of intoxication and had felt no twang of recognition for any of the faces here. She realised that for all she knew her children might not be on Shaman anymore. It was of course a possibility, making her behaviour ever the more foolish.

The young man who’d bumped her (or had she bumped him?) was surprisingly polite. Serafina wasn’t sure why she was surprised and yet she was. In her experience young men could be brash, rude, easily angered by things they’d caused. Perhaps limiting it to young men was unfair; young people was more accurate. Grayson may not have been the cause of the drink spillage; the perpetrator was unimportant in this case. The thing Serafina found important was his manners and she smiled easily somewhat relieved. Making a scene would hardly have been keeping a low profile, disguise or not. “Honestly I think the fault was probably mine,” she admits, she after all was the one who was drinking and it was rather simple to blame a wobble on the alcohol. “Though it seems there’s no real harm done”.

Thankfully she’d managed to aim her glass away and his seemed to be empty. Overall, they appeared to have achieved the best possible outcome in the situation. His smile was certainly charming and she wondered if a younger version of herself would have been wooed by it. Highly probable she supposed. The past wasn’t really a thought she liked to linger on, so much of it being a blank. But there was something about that smile… still she answered with another easy grin of her own. “Well it is a coronation I suppose people feel entitled to celebrate, in some cases a little to hard. I’ll have to remember to avoid the bushes later, walking in on someone vomiting is never pleasant,” she was joking, though she spoke from experience, and it felt nice to chuckle with this stranger. Forget for a moment the foolish whim that had brought her to the celebration in the first place.

Trained as she was to notice certain details, she didn’t miss the intensity of his stare upon her face but she remained unbothered by it convinced her disguise was secure. There was very little of her actual looks in the visage she’d chosen to adopt for the night. It was always a gamble of course that someone might recognise her another way but it had been one she’d been willing to risk. Besides how many people here would remember the fire child? Wasn’t that what someone had called her once? Or was it fire girl? The memories she’d been granted were enough that she doubted many would know her though maybe that was hope as well.

“There’s no need really, on either count,” of course her elemental powers as they were didn’t stretch to liquids, being born of fire as she was. Flame and destruction weren’t all her powers were capable of however it was unlikely that something like alchemy could be of service right now. Telekinesis on the other hand was useful in lifting the alcohol from the ground and shifting it to water a bush instead. A bush that hopefully would not also be showered in vomit later. The image was unpleasant. “All done,” she smiled, “And don’t bother about the drink really, I think it’s time I took a break and sobered up some, like you said it’s still early.” Besides if she had any hope of recognising her children based simply of their looks, she’d need a little more of her wits about her. “It was very kind of you to offer though, I hope I’ve not kept you from someone.” With his charming smile she didn’t doubt there was likely a girl or boy somewhere that was mooning after him. With youth came ignorance though, it was possible the young man may not have noticed admirers and equally possible he enjoyed playing with many of them. Who was she to assume anything about that? “I feel like I should offer to help you find them if I have,” her own search was going so poorly that offering assistance to this new acquaintance was hardly going out of her way.


Wearingthis dress aaand the back.