[h1][color=f2a19d]Wᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴀ Wʜᴇᴀᴛʟᴇʏ[/color][/h1][hr]

As Astrid spoke, Waconia let out a hearty laugh. She knew what the girl meant exactly. Their type of work wasn't usually prim and proper so the moments they got dressed up it was impressive albeit rare. [color=f2a19d]"You look absolutely gorgeous Astrid, don't apologize. I know what you meant."[/color] She gave the girl a festive thumbs up, and a grin. She didn't want the girl to feel like she had misspoken or said something inappropriate. Waconia was thankful thought, that Astrid was going to go speak to some of the others- it meant that Waconia hadn't made it too awkward, at least not yet. Maybe after a few drinks it would become that way, but as of right now she was just fine. She downed a drink and then a quick one right after before heading to Grayson's cart of goodies.

[color=f2a19d]"It looks amazing as always Grayson. You always outdo yourself. Try my drink too? Maybe we can even work together on something something."[/color] Waconia said as she filled her plate with a sample of each item he had brought. Floating between the party guests she chatted and nibbled on her food and thought about her interaction with Red at the entrance to the party. [i][color=f2a19d]"That guy has some nerve.."[/color][/i] she thought as she took a hearty bite out of a cream puff. The cream squirted out the back and right onto the front of her dress. Waconia made a face of great distaste as she flicked the cream off her chest and onto the ground. [i][color=f2a19d]"He even has me ruining my nice dress.."[/color][/i] she growled as she picked and rubbed at the stain, getting most of the residue off. 

Her eyes wandered to a young child who had wandered into the party. She wasn't familiar but Waconia would admit that there were several people she had yet to meet in town, especially those of the younger variety because of her work. She smiled, hoping the girl would make herself comfortable and grab something to eat and drink. Waconia's smile dropped instantly as she watched the girl drop to the ground. Waconia placed her plate on a table as she hurriedly walked over to the young girl. A crowd had gathered as Waconia pushed them slightly out of the way. Leaning down she checked over the girl who was still breathing, but barely. She was clearly exhausted and filthy, traveling for who knows how many days, [color=f2a19d]"Does anyone know who this girl is?!"[/color] Waconia exclaimed, looking around for some answers. Several people shook their heads while others went to go find something to help, others stepped away to avoid responsibility.