Ketziah Drake
Ketziah smiled, laughing at Jordan’s joking about the hat. “It doesn’t matter to them if you look great in the hat or not, I’m sure they won’t stop stealing it any time soon. Your ego doesn’t have to take the hit with me.” However, the lightheartedness soon lessened after Jordan suggested stepping out for some fresh air. The two stepped out onto the balcony with a peaceful contrast of the night’s calm in comparison to the busy nature of the party just inside, and the mood quickly took a turn. Ketziah didn’t even wait for Jordan to finish speaking before taking the few steps to close the distance, and hugging him tightly. No matter what they had ever been and dealt with together, Jordan would be one of her best friends for the rest of her life. She understood Aline’s death taking a toll, but then Jordan went on about something having happened with Jezebel. Ketziah didn’t know Jezebel well at all. Most of what she knew of Jezebel, was what she had heard about from Jordan, and from the times she had crossed paths with the girl, she didn’t seem all that different from what Jordan had said. Though, over the past week, she had seen Jezebel a couple times in passing, and the girl seemed to have a deeper sadness to her, like she lost sight of the light at the end of the tunnel. Ketziah just didn’t have enough of a relationship with her to ask for any details. “Basically confirmed, or confirmed?” Ketziah asked, pointing out that there was a difference. “What happened? You’re not okay, and she doesn’t seem okay either. I’m here, and you can tell me whatever can help.”