SPIRIT BONDS

“I…” He had been kind of hasty, hadn’t he? He didn’t have much of an excuse besides being frustrated. Over something silly, too, for that matter. But, well, it wasn’t like he could take it back now. With a slight shrug and a still-apologetic expression, he turned his gaze to the side.

“I suppose I lost my patience.” He admitted, hand moving up to rub at the back of his neck with a quiet sigh. “Some of the games are harder then I thought, you know.” It doesn’t really excuse his behaviour, but at least it explains it. This… feels a little awkward though, at this point. He made something of a scene, huh?

      “Well...the vendors wouldn’t be in business for very long if they were easy,” she says with a little laugh. “But I get what you mean. It can be frustrating, to keep trying without winning even a little.”

❝ I would’ve mistaken you for a lovely festival dancer. Your ensemble has a very tropical theme, I’ve never seen anything like it. ❞ It was nice to see so many people come out and enjoy the festival, certainly a refreshing contrast to the chaotic scene of a few weeks prior. The white-haired woman was still a little bit on edge, unsure if she was able to fully relax here. Call it a habit of always being prepared for the worst.

❝ Aren’t islands usually warm climates..? While I personally prefer the cold, it would be a shame to see this beautiful summer scenery go away. ❞

    “Mm, well, I am from a tropical region--twice over, actually. Actually, a lot of hula dancers wear stuff like this for practice--not exactly like this one, but close.” Though Phoebe herself knew only the very basics of the art. “So you’re not totally wrong!”