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“I really wish you would just answer my owls,” Bailey said, popping into the bar stool and looking at Odette expectantly. “Not that I’m complaining, precisely; I don’t mind this bar. Can I get a whiskey? 

Fighting. Why was there always fighting? Tristan had lost sight of Xiomara and knew he should find her, but as he heard a shouted spell, he felt the sudden extreme worry that perhaps Xiomara had broken into the event to be part of the fight. He didn’t like what she was doing, didn’t approve of her being part of the war, but that was a worry for another time, like when he wasn’t worried about being hit by a spell.

“Can I ask you a question real quick? I need a girl’s opinion,” Maura answered as she scrunched her nose up at the stranger, hopeful she’d be able to help out. “I mean, I’m a girl, but I’m trying to figure out a gift to give to my girlfriend and I don’t really have a lot of experience dating, so I don’t know what to get her.” Which was true, but Maura was perfectly capable of buying flowers and chocolates and her eyes widened as she realized she should clarify her intent. “I’m not trying to give her a romantic gift, because, well, her kinda son died? So I want to give her something to make her feel better.” @odettcss

It... well, it wasn't anything like carnival, that was for sure. It wasn't as big and it wasn't as loud, there weren't any parades that he'd seen and it looked to be a good deal tamer than the partying explosion that he'd expected at the word carnival. Of course, they'd also called it a funfair and something else that he couldn't recall, so maybe it shouldn't have shocked him too much that it wasn't the same as back home and considering the war going on, it was likely a good thing that it was more subdued.