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Every year in summer, the citizens of Vraelgard celebrate the solstice, fine weather, and blessings granted to them by the Sages. The entire country becomes adorned with brightly colored decorations. Many homes and businesses display large banners inscribed with wishes the creators pray for the Sages to fulfill: wishes of hope, peace, love – and some who long for more material things, such as fame or fortune. Regardless of their desires, it becomes obvious that a festival is in progress simply by viewing the decorations and the excited atmosphere. Even the most taciturn citizens seem to brighten as the festival comes near. These festivities aren’t open for just natives to Vraelgard; those from other worlds and different countries are welcomed to participate with open arms. It’s the perfect opportunity for those foreigners to try cuisine unique to Vraelgard and engage in local customs. The celebration lasts two weeks and is filled with music, performances, games, and food stands. It may even be a chance for commoners to interact more closely with the nobles. After all, even Princess Lilliana takes time out of her day to thank the Sages with a festival.

Ah. Well, that explains that. A voluntary gentle breeze certainly does the trick. Perhaps it was a silly question in the first place, Feli admits to herself.

“Mm.” The girl nods, “Thank you.”

Yes, definitely a silly question she deduces. Absentmindedly, she picks at the hems of her own dress. Ribbony and lacy, but certainly not as light of fabric as this acquaintance. It’s not very long…but certainly poofy. Still, slight embarrassment is swimming in her head. Even short tempered people like Feli know that’s just exploding for no reason if she lets it stay there.

“Do you have more like that or just the one?” Not exactly moving such a conversation along, Feli mentally snaps at herself, but she does her best to swallow it down.

the question takes sypha off-guard, and she has to ponder for a moment. in her eyes, new clothing and multiple outfits are a scarcity for individuals with little money. not that she could complain about lacking a lot of gold, but sypha must wonder, would the girl react poorly to hearing her lack of outfit options?

Really now? Only one? Hm, that reminds her of another redhead in blue for some reason...

But clothes a rarity? That sounds ridiculous, not having more clothes in one’s own world and place. Here, it seems to be understandable. It’s not like one could’ve packed a suitcase in the moment they came here, could they? Well, she didn’t pack a suitcase anyways. 

“Just a bit, but I am sure there’s stranger things out there. Thank you, however, for the compliment. I certainly like to think so.” Her fashion sense certainly has it’s own collection, though usually close to the next, with red bows and monochrome dresses.

“(I don’t recall this being apart of the city’s secrets…Though, I suppose those wizards had their own way of doing things…)”  Moonlight had not recalled waking up, but something powerful enough drew her from her slumber to this particular city.  She was musing to herself, and in her sleepy haze, had brushed past a teenage girl with just her hoop skirt.  Perhaps it was time for a costume change? The wizard would have to come up with something a bit more space-saving, huh?

Despite the apology, Feli couldn’t help but give a sour frown. As a fellow dress wearer, albeit Feli’s has a much shorter length, at least be mindful on how it swishes. If she was any shorter, it might’ve as well hit her straight in the face.

“Your story makes no sense.” The girl replies blankly, blue eyes slightly glancing over this woman and onto the sky. It’s midday. Who just takes a nap at noon? That’s just plain ridiculous.

Moonlight Cookie (Diana)

☾ *wake up* i think i will nap *sleeps*

☾ the ocean is her gf

☾ *xehanort voice* KEYBLADE

☾ the librarian read some forbidden tomes and now she’s on lockdown in said library

Familiarity. It is a feeling of oddness. Before, one was oblivious, never suspecting a thing. Then, one is hit with a rush of the feeling, realizing what is going on. Feli has been hit with this feeling. 

 There are certainly tons of hats in this world, Feli’s own ribbon somewhat of an example, even the color. However, there is simply only one that iconically strikes her eye. One would have to be trying to not recognize it, since only one girl wears one. Red, with big bulgy purple eyes, in the shape of a puyo.

The few times Amitie saw her in passing she thought she had her best chances befriending her as long as she doesn’t bring up Lemres or when Lemres wasn’t around them by a five mile radius. Otherwise, she always felt too intimidated in her company. 

And seeing as how she didn’t run into her idol yet in this world, Amitie considers this is her one opportunity to start again with her. Maybe even put Feli in a better light to everyone back in Primp. Because she doesn’t know about everyone else but Amitie likes to see the good in everyone. And even the goddess has taken an interest in her, already telling Amitie (what she can assure her she knows plenty about) the branch of magic she works in and her connection to fate’s strings.  

It seemed that Amitie had the same enthusiasm as she always had, with the same response to Feli’s. The feeling of familiarity washed over the goth girl again. Not like this was too far off from the usual adventure. Well, it was, but there were similarities as well.

At first, Feli had wondered if she was all alone, but now that clearly wasn’t the case. Though, if Amitie was here would there be others? She herself can’t recall a thing before she was transported, and there could be millions reasons on why. 

“Neither did I. I would say I am fairly well.” Feli replied, her wondering heightened. There was a certain theme to transportation, many had to come along. She was not sure why, but that was fate’s desire. Is that why the two of them are here now? That seems like the most logical conclusion to her.

It happened quickly, as most rain showers do. At first, there was nothing of note, the sky sunny and bright, no cloud in the sky. Then it started to pour, really, really pour. Most unfortunately, Feli did not have anything to keep her from being drenched in rain, a nearby tree she huddled under barely did anything to cover herself, her naturally long straight hair falling into her eyes. 

From how little they see each other back home, he feels bad for admitting he almost didn’t recognize her at first. Or it could always be his waking up just now that took a blow on Sig’s memory. 

When he gets a closer look, though, it’s indisputable who stood in front of him. What with her way of dressing in frills and blacks and whites and the bow that bobbed at every step on her headband. 

“I am...” She falters for a moment, does this boy not realize it’s raining? He seems to just realize she’s there, and that just confuses Feli. Even if just waking up from a nap, she’d at least think he’d be a little cold from the droplets falling from the trees. Still soaked from head to toe, she’s surprised at the apathy at hand. Not like she expected...much.

She was not close to Sig, she actually had no clue if they had spoken before. Just remembering the name through mentions and passing. Though, that’s not exactly a concern to her. Not knowing many is just that, not knowing many people.