Exile

6.Bonfires of love

Arsyn is the shaman of la push and also Kai Imprintee so she may help you and your friends​know what you guys are.from the upcoming sequel blood genes

Yes, why? Do you prefer Native American schmuck? Or if you don't like that one either I can think of a few other pejoratives that describe you perfectly!' – Blair Waldorf

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She held up a ridiculously cute royal blue Bvlgari dress and carefully scrutinized its playful cut yet conservative hemline; yes it was cute, but it screamed cocktail-party, not I-respect-your-ancient-culture. The next item on her clothing rack was a brand-new black and burgundy Hervé Leger bandeau dress that oozed sexy sophistication but wasn't exactly beachy, how unfortunate…and unnerving! She had already gone though about half of her amply filled wardrobe and as of yet had found nothing to wear to this ridiculous bonfire thing!

And who could blame her? Who, from the evolved part of the world, knew what exactly to wear to a bonfire? Was it a casual occasion? Or was it more of a semi-casual thing seeing the tribe elders hosted it?

Tribe elders…she was pretty sure that was the first time that term had come up during a wardrobe crisis. Oh if only her mother had been here to witness this memorable occasion; Blair Waldorf throwing a wardrobe-fit because she didn't know the proper dress code for meeting Native American Tribe Elders! Celebrities, fashion-designers and even presidents and royalty she could deal with but Native American culture wasn't exactly her forte.

She threw herself on her large plushy bed and abundant pillows in an exasperated fashion; she was physically exhausted from going allSherlock-Holmes on her closet in search of the perfect bonfire outfit and of course from philosophizing about the whole werewolves-and-vampires-thing which had really turned out to be food for thought.

She massaged her throbbing brows and let out a loud sigh; she wished Dorota was here, Dorota and Lady Godiva they always made things better…But Dorota was over 2000 miles away and apparently not a single store in this plebeian-settlement offered good quality Belgian chocolate, she had discovered this the hard way during yesterday's werewolf-brainstorm-session, how could this place even function without proper scheming food?

Her semi-coherent inner-ramblings were cut short by the insistent beeping of her cell phone that was resting conveniently on one of her white lacquer nightstands. She rolled onto her side and grabbed it without even checking who exactly was disturbing her miniature freak-out.

'Hello?'

'I can't believe you haven't called me yet B!'Serena's melodious voice screamed practically bursting her delicate eardrums. She cringed; that would teach her to hold her phone so closely to her ear.

'I'm sorry S,' Blair retorted smoothly though she gnawed on her lower lip thinking how to eloquently express something as bizarre as well-I-discovered-fairytale-creatures-are-real-and-have-been-mildly-freaking-out without actually sharing said information, 'I've been busy?'

It came out as more of a question since it was probably the most pitiful excuse she had ever muttered; in fact she thought, to her horror, that she sounded positively Humphrey-esque.

'Busy?' Serena said disbelievingly; you knew an excuse was worthless when even Serena van der Woodsen wouldn't believe it. 'Doing what exactly? Counting trees?'

'Très drôle S,' she retorted continuing the search through her closet for suitable attire. 'But seriously I've been quite busy adjusting to the country lifestyle.'