#kit:self

where: the festival of samhain, at kensington palace

Kit wanted that turnip. Wanted it more than she had ever wanted a root vegetable before in her life. The prize that could come with it would be life changing. A way out of her current predicament, a way to prove to her step-father she was more than a prize to be traded.

Perhaps the smarter thing to do would have been to pair up, find someone else willing to work with her to turnip hunt. But Kit was arrogant and unwilling to let anyone see how desperate she was. Kit was determined to turnip hunt alone.

As the sun set, and she found herself in darkness, she began to realize what a mistake she'd made. She had lost sight of the festivities and had no idea where she'd wandered off to.

"Hello?" She called out, excited at the sight of another in the shadows. " Could you tell me how to get back to the festival?"

A stranger turned to greet her, a stranger who did not seem to be dressed for Samhain. " The festival? I'm sorry ma'am, I think you might be a bit lost..."