<strong>George</strong><br/>It was a wonderful to watch, such a display to watch, it was somehow intoxicating even without alcohol. Though many of the vans and buses were parked up back on the site a few like the one that George was taking care of was closer. No one questioned this, after all it had become normal. As it was many here had secrets.<br/><br/>A young woman dressed in somewhat tatty clothes which fell in many layers against the slight chill in the air approached.  A number of pericings graced her face which was pleasant enough, her hair was in braids and was bright pink in colour. She smiled and offered a pint of ale. “You look like you maybe want to dance?” She had a slight accent possibly from Wales though it was very soft.<br/><br/><strong>Vanessa</strong><br/><br/>Of course there were those in the large group that avoided Vanessa, though a few had grown used to her as they had grown used to the many interesting denizens of this strange rag tag bunch of individuals. Even the mortals might be considered as ‘interesting.’<br/><br/>The Irreka could see the rest of her pack moving about as they always did, perhaps like watchdogs. Alan was protective of this group, they were ‘his’ territory. His wife chatted with various locals and served a few drinks helping the landlord that aided in the setting up.<br/><br/>Cath gave Vanessa a wave in between trying to organise her own children and a few of the other stragglers. She also gestured to some drinks. For a blooded woman Cath was very strong and she kept this band as close knit as one could.<br/><br/>Those about Vanessa continued to enjoy the celebrations, one of the young men with the scent of leather, patchi and cannabis even asked for a dance later.<br/><br/><br/>(OOC: Both Characters can be aware of each other.)<br/>