The farmer's market she had visited with Gavaen had returned, something she acknowledged with a tinge of sadness. The coats and scarves and hats the humans piled on themselves had been packed away, replaced with lighter jackets and thinner fabrics. Storefronts advertised a fresh wave of seasonal apparel to buy, as if suggesting the spring clothing they wore last year was somehow inadequate now. Nonetheless, she took what notes she could, about the curious dance between nature and humanity that shifted between the seasons -- something Lyndin had suggested was once part of Velenian life as well.
Of particular interest to her was the advent of "concerts," a type of mass musical event she had learned about from Pendour Knight. Posters advertising all kinds of concerts had become plastered all over the city, seemingly in the exact moment the weather became consistently favorable to such an event. She was not quite ready to purchase a ticket and get lost in the crowd of one, but she still wanted to see a concert with her own eyes. There was something in them she could learn that she couldn't learn by playing her instruments alone at home.
The noise of the first one she chose to observe was impressive, even from a block away. Corporal Fae-Fae watched diligently from a rooftop, unglamoured, ceaselessly taking images and recordings and notes of the songs, and the cheering, and the dancing, and the joy of it all. Even though she didn't fully understand what was going on, she couldn't help but let an excited smile light up her face. Her ComTech screen was becoming a crowded whirlwind of data once again.
Orangeish Sherbert
Noir Songbird
