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[mallory_grace]

It is a perfect spring day; cool and sunny with fat, puffy clouds drifting lazily overhead. There are multicolored tents trying hard to look as they did in the Renaissance period, and people in costume everywhere doing the same. Mallory had been wanting to attend the faire since she had learned it was being moved to her town after the previous fairground twenty miles away had been sold to be turned into a housing development.

Wearing a costume of her own, Mallory walks with Ryu to the gates.

"I've got the tickets here, somewhere...these little pouch things are completely impractical as a purse."