#bartonevent

Nyx wasn’t the type of person to eagerly participate in anything that had large groups of people, but there was something special to her about the changing of the seasons. Maybe it was her heritage, maybe it was just nostalgia, she didn’t know. But she’d dragged herself out of the clinic early to enjoy some time outside. Clutching a cup of steaming hot chocolate for warmth she stood towards the edge of the festival, just watching everyone enjoying themselves. Children running around playing, the pumpkins, the general light heartedness of the evening. A small smile cracked her usually harsh exterior as a soft sigh passed her lips, speaking to no one in particular, “Everyone’s certainly enjoying themselves.”

“Unless you’re planning on getting drunk, you must know that pumpkin drink is spiked.” Hyacinth said standing next to the dispenser. “And since I am planning on getting drunk, here I am.”

This was Talia’s favourite time of year, the colours on the trees, the chill that began to set in, the pumpkin spiced everything. She was a girl of simple tastes. Beanie on and scarf wrapped tightly around her she was running her fingers across the edge of one of the stalls when something caught her eye, a small excited squeal fell from her lips as she picked up a small item. “Can you believe that they don’t sell this all year round!” The bar of pumpkin spiced soap was hovering just under her nose as she inhaled deeply. “Oh man, now I want pie.”