bad moon rising

After the party mostly wraps up, the night's hardly over.

The moon might not be full, but there's enough of a moon for their purposes, and Sabrina's located a clearing-- familiar at least to Charlie as somewhere she's taken him before-- for some moon-bathing. A fire doesn't seem quite right, but it's chilly enough that she's set up a charm to make the clearing much more like a late spring, early summer night. Just warm enough to strip down, and just cool enough that pressing up against another warm body feels good, she thinks.

A leather jacket over her dress, and her heels swapped out for something more comfortable, Sabrina lights up the lantern-- this one an orb of light not unlike the moon itself.

"Ready?" she asks, beaming at her people, as they stand at the edge of the woods, the clearing within and a basket at her feet. "Don't worry about the weather. I've got it handled. I mean, where we're going, not all the weather."

That was just a one time thing, she swears.