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Of course Sylvite was powered up at the festival. She'd spent a ton of Saturday afternoons energy draining at the mall, where people were always too distracted looking at clothes or food or whatever to notice a tiny pink-haired girl brushing against them or the little glowing orbs she would tuck away into her clothes.

Here the energy was even more was even more chaotic, as a bunch of vendors and stuff were all fighting for everyone's attention. The crowds were thicker. Sylvite's little subspace pocket was getting stuffed, as were her shorts, and even better, she was having fun. The food smelled amazing, the window shopping she was getting to in between drainings was showing her all kinds of sparkly, star themed stuff she was gonna have to come back for, and everything just felt kinda magical, and not even in a weird way.

She eventually broke off from the crowds just to take stock of everything, and that was when she felt the other aura. A captain? She hadn't run into anyone else her own rank in a long time, and so she followed the trail until she found herself in the trash area.

Okay, that was a little weird.

She found the guy though, and she grinned and waved at him. "Hi," she said, and peeked towards the pile he was looking at. "Finding anything interesting?"

Sylvite sprinted forwards until she was right next at him and could get a good look at whatever he was holding. What she found was a glittery crystal star. He said it was like a starseed, and maybe it kinda was, but it was even prettier. Her eyes went wide, and she leaned even closer. "Woah. That is really sparkly," she said. "It's gotta be magical."

Although she did back to reality enough to shake her head at his little joke. "Please tell me you don't eat random trash starseeds," she said. That sounded gross, and anyway, they were supposed to be for emergencies.

Still, she wanted one of those crystals. She wanted one bad.

She turned to the nearest trash pile, hoping some he was right and some civillian had thrown one away thinking it was cheap junk, but all that her first once-over revealed was a bunch of crumpled food wrappers and some plastic cups.

"Where did you find that one?" she asked.

Okay, now Sylvite was agreeing about the trash starseeds. She shook her head at this hypothetical agent who was throwing starseeds in the garbage. "Yeah, that would be really dumb," she said.

That didn't seem as important is figuring out what the little crystal was, though. "I guess nonmagical things can sparkle," she said. "There just always has to be a reason for it. It's usually electricity, or like, I dunno, bioluminescence." Since this was a star themed festival, it seemed like all the vendors were trying to make their wares as bright and eye catching as possible, but this particular little thing didn't look like it had any LED lights stuck in it.

She trailed off for a second as something caught her eye. It was half hidden behind a particularly grubby styrofoam food tray, but it had the same sparkly glow as the thing the other Captain was holding. She stepped forwards to grab it, careful not to get any rouge ketchup on her uniform, and then she stepped back with a huge grin.

"And if it's not any of those things, it's gotta be magic."

Sylvite had managed to avoid any and all stale ketchup oh herself, but the star thing had not been so lucky. There was a little dot of something dried and sticky on there, and Sylvite practically gagged while she flicked it off.

Gross.

"Yeah, you could reek of tomatoes and they'd still be like, 'oh no, who did you kill'? Like it's definitely blood and we definitely would go out of our way to roll around in it or something." Any attempts at humor didn't seem to have really stufk. All Sylvite was thinking about was how Order somehow managed to make her feel worse than standing in a literal pile of garbage. It was nice to be with someone who seemed to understand that stuff.

The rant seemed to snap her back into reality a little. She turned from the shard to the agent himself. "Also, uh, hi!"

Okay, youma attacking a ketchup factory? That was funny. Sylvite giggled, but she should her head afterwards because that sounded like exactly the kinda thing a senshi would say. Or, like, a knight. Probably a knight, to be honest.

"Yeah. Like, 'Are you trying to put starseeds in everybody's ketchup?" she said in a low, growly voice, trying to imitate that last senshi she'd met. "They never stop and think about if the stuff they're accusing us of even makes sense."

She gave a sight so big her shoulders slumped, but that seemed to get it out of her system and she smiled again. It was really nice to meet someone who had obviously been hearing the same crazy stuff she had.

"I'm Captain Sylvite," she said, reaching out for a handshake. "Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, they don't get it," said Sylvite with a little huffy sigh.

It was hard to worry too much about senshi stuff when there were magical rocks to think about, though. She nodded eagerly at Paracelsian's request, her eyes sparkling even more. "Yeah, that sounds great!"

She side-eyed the garbage patch. "Although I am not going back in there, even for more sparkly stuff. Sorry." Dodging spilled drinks and condiments had been bad enough. She didn't even wanna know what was inside the trash bags, or what people's half-eaten dinners were doing in the heat. 'I'll keep an eye out, and ask around, and stuff." At the very least, she could make a note of it in her reports.

"I think I'm gonna go see if I can drain some more," she said. "This festival is great for it!" She tilted her head. "Wanna come?"

If Sylvite was surprised by his hesitation, she didn't show it. He was a captain, too. He was allowed to have priorities that weren't draining, even if this festival was like, the perfect opportunity for it.

Her grin widened when he accepted, though, although it was partially because she was no longer smelling quite as much trash gunk. "Awesome," she said, and she started heading back towards the main festival with a decided spring in her step.