Juno entered the room, her blue eyes scanning her surroundings for familiar faces - or a clear means of escape. She had attended enough events where things fell apart very quickly and it was enough to motivate her into a sense of caution. Too many unfamiliar faces, too crowded, she had never felt that comfortable when the Freehold was gathered in one location since the shootings at the ice rink. Dressed as she was in a white button-down shirt, grey pinstriped jacket and dark grey jeans it made for a change of pace from her usual black black and more black wardrobe combinations.
The Manticoress could smell the tempting food. That would be a priority. The ice sculptures, however, were the first thing that really drew her attention. Making her way over to the display area, she started to study each one, and as an artist she couldn't help but be impressed by the craftsmanship. Ice, from what she had read, was a very unforgiving medium to work with and yet it was so beautiful. She fought back the urge to reach out and touch one of the sculptures - the warmth of her skin would ruin an otherwise perfect surface - and knowing that only a Winter had the means of safely interacting with something so fragile made it worse.
She could feel the warm and energetic tugs of other Spring mantles as they reached out to her own - some were familiar and others were not - and she found herself wanting to touch the ice that much more. Looking up at the delicate sculptures, she knew that fulfilling her own Desire would be a selfish and destructive act in that anyone else who came to see the artwork after she had departed would not see the same thing, or the work as its artist had originally created it.
Lowering her head slightly, because she knew it was something that she would never allow herself out of respect for the other artist, Juno slipped her hands inside the pockets of her jeans and walked away.
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