The Festival

[worthpraise]

Characters: Amaterasu and THE ENTIRE CARAVAN
Setting/Location: The Main Hall
Date & Time: Day 2, 8 PM - 12 Midnight
Warnings: Anything goes. I'm assuming swearing; I'll add things in as people tell me/as I see them
Summary: After an eventful afternoon, Amaterasu and her volunteers (and not so volunteers) have set up a party. Note: Action and prose

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[aveclumiere]

[ Lightning almost forgot about the flower in her leg pack until the sudden abundance of flowers in the hallways of the caravan reminded her about it. All things considered, it should have been at least wilting considering she forgot about it, leaving it in the darkness of her pouch with no sunlight or soil but when she rummaged for it, she picked it out to find it looking just as she had received it. ]

[ she glared at it for a while longer, briefly remembering the confrontation with the strange flower girl before re-pocketing it and walking down towards the main hall. ]

[ there was no helping the loud sneeze that escaped her and she inwardly groaned at the thought of having to be on a caravan filled with flowers like this. There was no way her nose would be kind to her about it, there was just no way in hell. ]

[dissentive]

[ Luckily, Morrigan was not the type to mock for sneezes, but she was the type to mock for erroneous amount of flowers swept out of their environment. Alas, Lightening has pink hair, meaning that she clearly must have something to do with it and is the center of Morrigan's curiosity. It doesn't help that her roommate is Vanille, so she's developed an outright prejudice against unnaturally colored hair. At least your hair isn't white, Lightening. Otherwise Morrigan would just assume you fail at cooking. Morrigan doesn't much move from her position against the wall across from the entrance to the party, eying Lightening as she draws closer. ]

'Tis awful. Why is all of this here?

[aveclumiere]

[ Lightning tries her best to subtly wipe her nose before she turns to face the speaker, recognizing the voice as...Vanille's roommate, was it? ]

Don't look at me, it wasn't my idea.

[ she crosses her arms and looks down the hall, noting with a small twitch of her eyebrows that there are even more flowers awaiting her there. She glances at Morrigan from her periphery, trying to get a decent gauge on what kind of person she is. Their brief conversation wasn't enough, and if this woman is someone that Vanille is going to be spending some...quality time with, she'd better have a clear-cut idea who she was dealing with. ]

You're...Morrigan?

[dissentive]

Indeed - though I am most curious as to how so many others seem to know my name, yet I fail to know yours.

[ She gives Lightening a brief once over, head canting to the side. ]

I also find myself with the query of how a majority of persons on this caravan have so unnatural a colored hair.

[aveclumiere]

Your voice is familiar.

[ she raises her eyebrow at the comment on her haircolor and swiftly responds with her own remark. ]

In fact, your unnatural speech pattern is how I remember you. It's rather distinct.

[dissentive]

'Tis so? Consider my surprise so thusly swept away, then.

[ If she considered the response a barb, she doesn't comment on it. ]

And you are?

[aveclumiere]

Lightning Farron.

[ she pauses, wondering if she should add this next bit before going through with it anyways. ]

...Vanille's...friend.