#* cynthero

SCENE START! ( @cynthero )

Anyone who knew the Regalian female would know how much anything musical made her feel. There was a certain aura of joy around her. A small skip in her movement more laughs and chattering when it came into anything lyrical, or that brought her the joy others felt when someone experienced something like this. Once she had heard about a so-called practice for dances and such, she couldn't help but not follow-along. Without any hesitation, she showed up with a grin.

It was an enjoyable time, watching others with their partners enjoy a few hours of moving along to a single instrument, but everyone made the best of it. Everyone besides a girl in the corner, it seemed who was rather lonely or not too into joining the group of students. The periwinkle-haired girl stepped over to her, grabbing her hand and practically dragging her into the mix. It seems the girl is protesting about not knowing how to dance. "Nonsense," with a giggle, Rinea spins the girl slowly, "everyone knows how to dance. There's no need to know of the steps, just go along with it!"

(❆) FESTIVE AND ALL, LET’S ALL MAKE THE MOST OF IT, SHALL WE?

She had fond memories of meeting Cynthia, which was through a dance practice held a few days before her arrival to the monastery. Needless to say, Rinea considered Cynthia as a friend the moment she dragged her into a dance with here. Though, she's apologized before for startling the girl while doing so...

So she wasn't mad about finding herself under yet again, another mistletoe with the shorter female. She had shown a grin to the other girl.

SCENE START!

Baking, though it wasn’t gardening, it was quite relaxing to do. Well, it was unusually fun to watch your creations come to life. Rinea, herself enjoyed baking. She appreciated being able to make some type of treats for her friends and such, and be able to give them away. There were multiple components the periwinkle haired girl enjoyed about it.

This is exactly what led her to where she is now, hair tied into a bun and already making not of what’s gonna need to be washed after this fiasco.

The kitchen table is full of various baking utensils. A hand mixer, spatula, cookie sheets, pans, you name it. The ingredients have previously been set out on also. There’s an apron bound tightly around her waist as she grins. There’s an imminent event, and she had volunteered to make some sugary treats for everyone. Though it seems that she was short of hands, which is why during this baking session, she isn’t precisely alone in this.