Malia arrives with Derek, picking uncomfortably at her bikini underneath the longer coverup she was wearing. In all honesty, she'd rather be naked if she's going to wear this little clothing, but even if this is a supernatural wide kind of party, it's still frowned on (apparently). She sticks close to her cousin at first, but eventually branches out on her own for a while, slowing walking the length of the beach and back, watching the party goers and the ocean in turns. She's still not sure she belongs here or anywhere. She even probably looks like she sticks out a little, with how awkward she's carrying herself.
BONFIRE;
Malia sits out of the ritual. She doesn't know any witches and even gets a little sneezy when magic is performed although she does her best to stay quiet during the ritual itself. Afterwards, she's found a spot close to the bonfire but far enough away from the other people that she feels... safe. Even if she's seated with her knees drawn up to her chest with her chin resting on top of them. She stares into the fire, turning away every now and then when it gets too bright. The s'mores smell amazing, but she's never made them before, and isn't sure who to ask for help on how. So what if she's staring a bit too intently at someone shoving them into their mouth?
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Malia arrives with Derek, picking uncomfortably at her bikini underneath the longer coverup she was wearing. In all honesty, she'd rather be naked if she's going to wear this little clothing, but even if this is a supernatural wide kind of party, it's still frowned on (apparently). She sticks close to her cousin at first, but eventually branches out on her own for a while, slowing walking the length of the beach and back, watching the party goers and the ocean in turns. She's still not sure she belongs here or anywhere. She even probably looks like she sticks out a little, with how awkward she's carrying herself.
BONFIRE;
Malia sits out of the ritual. She doesn't know any witches and even gets a little sneezy when magic is performed although she does her best to stay quiet during the ritual itself. Afterwards, she's found a spot close to the bonfire but far enough away from the other people that she feels... safe. Even if she's seated with her knees drawn up to her chest with her chin resting on top of them. She stares into the fire, turning away every now and then when it gets too bright. The s'mores smell amazing, but she's never made them before, and isn't sure who to ask for help on how. So what if she's staring a bit too intently at someone shoving them into their mouth?