[Center][H1][color=purple]ℂ 𝕝 𝕒 𝕣 𝕚 𝕔 𝕖   𝕄 𝕖 𝕚 𝕥 𝕟 𝕖 𝕣[/color][/h1][/center]
[Center][h2]Time: Sunset[/h2][/center]
[Center][h3]Location: The Art Gallery. [/h3][/center]
[center]Mentions: [@Tae]  [@Pink Khione] [/center]
	

	Clarice was practically floating on the way to the way to the gallery, and not just from the excessive amount of caffeine coursing through her veins. She had found someone who was interesting and beautiful and somehow convinced them to go with her to do something. Maybe her sister, Christy, was right. All she needed to do was to put herself out there more. 
           
        When the pair entered the gallery Clarice had to sfiffle a chuckle. Something about seeing the high society people that this function was obviously intended for mingle with the rag-tag regular students from the college was funny to her. She looked down at Ava as she mentioned just this thing, and realized that she and Ava looked similar, what with her wearing flannel and ripped jeans and Ava wearing... Well, not jeans and a flannel, thats for sure. She surveyed the room once again in response to Ava's words. It seemed less funny now.

       Soon after Ava made leave to go and get some refreshments. [Color=purple]"I think I'll do that, I'll meet you over there."[/color] Then she was gone. Clarice began to meander the space, focusing on the paintings and appreciating the work that must've gone into them. The more she saw, the more they struck a chord in her. They were all so beautiful, but the eyes hid a veiled sadness that resonated with Clarice. 

      She stopped before one of a woman who had long dark hair and eyes like a storm. She held the woman's gaze for a moment, but was startled out of her trance by a nearby Parton asking how much it would cost to purchase the piece. Clarice briefly pondered how much it might cost to take home one of the paintings, but then very quickly came to the conclusion, [i]way too much[/i].

      Clarice left that painting in pursuit of some of the different paintings and portraits on the walls. At one point she turned her head , just to look at the room, when her eye caught Ava heading in the direction of the paintings. She gave a slight wave to her, and then behind her, in the direction she had come from Clarice spotted a flash of bright red hair. 

      Her hand froze and her blood ran cold, then hot. Maeve Brannigan, the leader of the Circle of Ancients. She knew that face, and she would never forget it. Her hand slowly came down as Clarice had to force herself to take slow, deep breaths. Otherwise she felt she might hyperventilate. Fire rose in her veins and she had to turn her head as she realized she had been glaring daggers at the woman. She tried to focus on the painting but knowing that the batch was there she could feel a red hot poker in the direction she knew her to be. 

    [Color=purple][i]Why the hell is she here? This is the middle of nowhere![/i][/color]