°•:` "BLACK MAGIC" ─ The event was about two weeks overdue at this point- Not a big surprise. She hit her depression spike then was snagged from her loving home, a voice that held strength now just barely a quiet whisper- Though it did not matter. She was alive and well now, though broken and in need of mending. A porcelain doll that hit the ground too hard.
Sunset stars shone overhead, the sky clear with drunken light. Sunny skies and clear nights were not uncommon in The Sanctuary now. A love of the people gave off a warm feel now. How sweet it was to be in a clan and be loved by the people.
A lantern was set besides her as she waited for her members to start arriving. Nervous flares of fire started up beneath cracked paws, fidgeting and dying out in the warm gust of air that came in. She hoped her members got the message, she even sent various NPC's about and they'd talk about the Starry Night, a night of solemn and no talking (though not too hard for her) with an afterparty for allies after to talk about fairs, to check up on family, to love again. To chatter meaningless phrases into the night as they'd blurt out words that became a midnight drunken haze of sound. It was all fun in games, was it not?