open log :: time made me soft around the edges

[synergismus]

Who: Everyone.
What: The Harvest Festival!
Where: Howl Barrow outdoor park
When: Through the weekend.
Notes: The companion OOC post for this log is here if you have any questions or concerns!
Warnings: Please give me a head's up if a thread contains something that should be edited into this section.

Locations: COSTUME PARTY, COSTUME PARTY - VIP, MARKET STREET, CARNIVAL GAMES, THE PARK.

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[eventheskylooksdifferent]

For about ten seconds there's a flash of rain, a brief downpour with an oddly small area just at the edges of the carnival, where the area claimed by the festivities gives way to the rest of the park. It's there and gone so fast that perhaps no one connects it to the girl who steps into the glow of the lights ringing the dance floor a few minutes later.

Here, among happy people, people dancing and singing and laughing and enjoying themselves, Lena lets herself revisit the thought that Ethan would like this.

He'd like her dress, too, reminiscent of one Macon got her somewhere in his travels--silver lace so fine it looks like spider silk woven again and again into a layer over a black shift, flowy at sleeves and hem. She conjured it up (literally) out of a thrift-store find.

There's a mask, too, a silver band of cloth just wide enough to cover her eyes and the bridge of her nose, a few gray and black feathers at the left side rising up into her dark hair, which falls loose around her shoulders.

And if the feathers are a bit damp at the top, her hair curling at the ends, well. She's sure she doesn't know anything about that.

She watches the dance floor wistfully as she weaves through the crowd; her attention is diverted a long moment and she crashes into someone standing when she should have dodged them.

"...I'm sorry."