[Claire is here out of curiosity; the last party she attended was a bit more formal than she was used to, but she's right at home here. She trails her fingers over the flowers admiringly before looking around at the other guests, searching for familiar faces. Her dress is layered over a long, flowy underskirt of the same material, a few shades lighter. her hair is pulled back into a braid, and she tucks a flower into it after a moment, on a whim.]
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