location: Town Square (Rain of Petals Parade) status: closed @eyeslikemirrors
The Rain of Petals may not be Wendy's favorite festival -- routinely getting snubbed for Marigold Queen as a younger girl has created a vein of resentment that bleeds through her system. But, one thing she does love about this hometown festival?
The Costume Walk.
Flower encrusted princesses and gilded princes float around Town Square in a way that always made Wendy's heart swell up a couple sizes too big for her chest, little stars in her eyes when the decorated townsfolk swooshed by her. Endless inspiration when she was child drawing costumes on computer paper like she was being paid to, and now? An open field of photographs, just ready to be snapshotted. With her camera held in her hands, Wendy floats around the square, butterfly wings bobbing through the crowd until she stops, snapping a picture of a deer woman, little spots painted on her face. Click as a swarm of dragonfly children buzz past her. Hell, she even stops Franklin Buchanan to take his photo, his freckled face painted up with little bees and flowers. At least he tried.
She's turning on the corner of one of the stalls when she catches a glimpse of dark hair a length away from her, followed by a pretty face she knows all too well. Arden. A grin creeps up on her face. Wendy whistles, loud, to catch her attention before rushing up to her.
"Hey, Han," she drawls, holding up her camera. "Would you believe me if I told you the light is hitting you just right, right now?"
