Didn't see you there (Carmilla)

[Hodr]

Hodr did not enjoy parties. He had never liked them on Asgard. He doubted he would like them any better here. The worst part of all was that there was no mead to be had here at this place. He wondered if he could convince Hel to send him some. Probably not. He wouldn't even ask because she had already been far kinder than he had anticipated her being. 

But tonight he was at this party because he knew that somewhere around here Baldr would be having the time of his life. He always did at parties. The real problem, though, was that Hodr couldn't see a thing. He couldn't look for his brother with his eyes and it was too loud for him to shout for Baldr at the top of his lungs. Besides, that would be ridiculous. 

So he would have to mingle. And as a blind man, he really hated mingling. He couldn't find a place to just sit quietly. He kept tripping over people. And worst of all, he couldn't find a drink to save his life. If he wasn't absolutely sure he would find Baldr here hewould have just gone home. It was too noisy and crowded and he was bumping into people. "Sorry," he muttered as he once again knocked into someone. "Didn't see you there. Lots of people. Hope you're alright."

[Carmilla Karnstein]

Carmilla hadn't really intended to go to this bonfire thing. Despite the fact she was pretty eager to be here, away from her family's prying eyes, she wasn't really the school spirit type, and she looked it right now, with her leather jacket, her scowl, her focusing on the fire more than anything else...she looked like a regular female pyromaniac version of James Dean's most famous character...still, she supposed she'd get pretty bored if she didn't spend time with people, even if she barely cared about them...although she wouldn't object to meeting up with Elsa, or even Gwen again...

...but instead, her drink (some cheap stuff that was only improved by what remained of one of her blood bags) was nearly spilled because someone bumped into her. Despite hearing an apology, she was about ready to shoot a glare at him...

...but then she realized that something was up with his eyes, almost as if they were out of focus or...

...or almost as if he was blind.

Oh...even she wasn't that much of a bitch.

She cleared her throat, and muttered, "You're fine," and drained her cup just in case this happened again.

[Hodr]

Hodr waited for the reply. It was a bit late and almost begrudgingly, as if the girl had noticed he was blind. For once it might be nice to meet someone who was also blind for a chance. Oh well. He could internally sigh over that problem until Ragnarok came and went and he was just as likely to meet no blind people.

But Hodr lean casually in his staff. He didn't tend to like parties because they were noisy and it was easy to lose his sense of direction. People were more fluid than water to a blind man, walking away and changing spots. It was too difficult to keep track of who was standing nearby. Still, since he was at a party, he might as well make an effort to have a little fun.

"You don't sound like you're having any fun." He gestured around them vaguely, keeping the gesture close to himself so that he wouldn't accidently hit someone. (It happened far more often than he would like to admit to). "This, I have been told, is a party. It sounds like a party. It smells like beer, which is not as good as mead, and sweat and vomit so it smells like a party. And you're here, begrudgingly telling me that I'm fine." He leaned forward in the direction he had heard the voice. "Now, I know I'm fine. My mother tells me so. The real question is: are you fine?"