Sienna shuffled inside the room. Brightly lit up with party apparel, it clashed with her mood and her appearance - sleep had all but abandoned her, and the goldness to her mood had disappeared. She was quiet as she took up an overstuffed armchair by herself with a slice of cake on a tiny plate on her equally tiny hands, nibbling uninterestedly and watching the party with her slightly sore, a-little-pink eyes, smiling half-heartedly.

Well, she certainly clashed with the party, all right.