It was supposed to be a night of celebration, something that she would remember for the rest of her life. Yet Ash'wyn was trying to find ways to escape her graduation event without taking notice from anyone at her new Wing's table, or beyond it for that matter. She didn't know these people, and she missed her classmates, and while she knew she should try and mingle with the individuals she would be fighting Thread with for the next however many months she would fly with them - she was aware that sometimes things were shuffled around - she was nervous, and uncertain, perhaps for the first time since she had originally bonded to her brown.
Vojorokoth was there, trying to reassure her, for he was the only one besides herself that knew the other reasons why she wanted to escape. She cut him off before he could finish, not sure if she wanted to hear the rest of what he would say.
The young woman grimaced, and felt her cheeks warm. If Wrynne missed her so much, she would have attempted to come to her, but yet the only contact they'd had between now and... the incident had been for purposes involving their dragons or classes. Nothing personal, no walking into her apartment like usual, nothing that left her feeling fuzzy. Only hurt and angry with herself for thinking anything could have existed there. So when she'd discovered her brother was at the Weyr, she'd tried going to him only to have him snap at her, and she couldn't run to Wrynne for whatever reason, and the bitterness had only built in her chest.
She started to excuse herself after she felt familiar eyes, a bluerider's eyes, on her, and reached for a skin of wine. She didn't normally drink, not heavily at least and not on her own, but tonight she would make an exception. After snatching a second skin from the drinks table and some snacks, she glanced in Wrynne's direction and let her gaze linger with hers a moment before turning around and leaving, the message clear - if she wanted to follow, she could and if she didn't well... that would give Ash'wyn her final answer. And Faranth, when she finally reached her apartment and started to pull out the pins from her hair, removed the new cords from her shoulder, she was afraid of the response she may or may not receive...