Cera, poor boy, or should she address him as man, was one of those. She kept her eyes off him during the meeting and patiently waited until it would polite to be speak to him. Her heart anchored itself onto the bones of her rib cage, holding tight and daring not to creep into darkness. Bodies pull away and voices subdize, fading the thick air about their gathering.
Patientance pays off in the end when it seems that he is free for her to speak to. The champagne has become cold and shut away that emotion never drips from her anymore apart from rare occasions. A smile once painted on is rubbed away with sorrow and worry.
They drip until they pour, giving away to what she locks away. She really does care, but sometimes it works out better in the end not to.
She tries to capture him before he leaves, nodding her head in greeting to Ilaria, whispering a faint "hello" to the Red Panda. Sikeax would of given her heart for there to a much more loving and affectionate greeting towards her friend's companion, but instead of that, the depression that glows from Cera's body feeds into the horned mare. There was nothing to give her other than what had been offered.
"Cera?" Oh, what a wonderful name having to be said in pain and heartache every time she speaks it in his presence, begging mentally that all is well with him. The scenry changed at least. "Are you okay?"
Of course he's not okay. Those eyes weren't broken but her heart liked to hold on to wishes, hopes and dreams in case things did work out.
"What's wrong?"
The least she could do was give support and love, affection with a caring hand reserved for those that were worth her trust and keeping around.
@[Cera]