Well this party was certainly interesting.

In the couple of hours that she'd been here, she'd made fun of people with her da, had way too much champagne, watched Amelia flirt with a very handsome man from a safe distance, was alerted to Bastien's presence somewhere in this throng of people and now she was sporting Amelia's friend-turned-wren on her shoulder.

What a night.

The fact that she hadn't even flinched when Porphyria had settled herself on Eva's shoulder said a lot about how often that happened in her life. Luckily for both Phyri and Eva, diricawls were flightless birds and so Bastien had to settle at Eva's feet, looking up at his newfound love quite longingly. At least she knew where the little beast was now. "You can stop now, she's not interested." Eva chuckled, sipping at her glass of champagne, thoroughly amused at what was happening right now. Truthfully she'd been of the mind that tonight was going to be dreadful, but it was anything but so far! What a pleasant surprise!

"He won't though, I'm afraid," She told Phyri with another laugh. "Stubborn is his middle name."