#springtide fest

This was one of those things Spirale felt the need to introduce him to. Either this was a tradition Alternia didn't hold, or he had never had the chance to experience it, but either way Galekh was quite sure he hadn't ever seen anything like it before.

Wandering into Archimedes, he was greeted by the sight of a myriad of colorful eggs scattered around the ward, and an equal myriad of Spirale's citizens scrambling to collect the bright hues he found himself so unfamiliar with. And as much as he had read about the world, learned of the place he now called home, he hadn't really... figured out what this was for. Or at least, he'd forgotten it.

Curious, noticing a bright purple egg nestled amongst the swaying leaves of a plant, he picks it up, examining the artificial surface before furrowing his brows and cracking it open in his hand.

And- Oh, that was a frog. Okay! Interesting!

Galekh fumbled as the amphibian hopped from his hands, alighting itself on a nearby strangers head and- oh no.

"Ah!"

And hey, there was a new experience to be found here, too! Latte art was something he’d never tried his hand at before, though he wouldn’t claim to feel too confident at his ability.

Eventually, he had found himself seated at a table at one particular coffeeshop in Archimedes, latte in hand as he made a rather crude attempt to draw out what seemed to be a Lily of the Valley. There’s a grumble to his voice, staring furrowed down at his cup, before he leans just a tad to the side, not taking his eyes off of his attempt as he spoke up.

[horticulturescopes was almost a begrudging choice on his part, really. so drawn to cotes, he found himself wound into a place reminding him of home, of mother, of tragedy. and though he was trying not to think about it... that was a hard enough thing to do in itself.]

[sorrow tends to cling to him, it seems. or at least, in places like this, with flora to tap into untrained psyche.]

[he hadn't really gravitated towards any specific station, just watching the patrons learn a little more about themselves, wondering, waiting- oh, was that anda?]

[of all people, this was one to ease at least a bit of shiroki's anxieties. somebody familiar, somebody he could relax around. hesitant, if only for a moment, he soon made his way over, throwing up a hand in a still greeting.]

hey.