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Marissa nodded. "You're right, of course, and neither do I know any better. But I liked Twinket. If it's Twinket, or even just another Filor, I would like to meet them. Shall we go?"

They made their way through the crowd, which was harder than it seemed. It took some effort not to be seperated, but soon they reached the Filor in question, and fell into step beside their cart of watersponges.

Vanna was stirring a little, but Lorelei didn't notice, lost in her own thoughts, until the little girl wormed her way out of her blanket and reached out with tiny purple hands, grabbing a sweet with a giggle and stuffing it into her mouth. Then she nearly fell, squeaking and beginning to cry even as Lorelei moved to catch her, grabbing her close.

In the process, Lorelei bumped into somebody to the side opposite Heather. Quickly, she mumbled out an apology, something hasty and stumbling. Biting her lip, she looked up from under the shadows of her hood, trying to see just who she had bumped into and if they were mad.

Vanna, meanwhile, broke into a wail, sweet forgotten in her hands as she kicked, squirming, feathers breaking free from her wrap.

The woman who Lorelei had connected with in an effort to catch her daughter was one of the bearers of the brightly colored liquids. In fact, it was a tray of shallow blue liquid, and as the bearer wavered, her mouth went very wide and she struggled to regain her footing on the cobblestones. It was in vain, however, and she fell almost to her knees, spilling the blue liquid in a very wide circle about them. Those around them danced away from the spill, and gave a cautious look to Lorelei, but otherwise did not pay mind to it, but rather, gravitated around the now-blue stained stones.

The woman herself, a thin thing with what had previously been a sweet face, stood, her countenance now sour. She glared at Lorelei and the screaming infant, and stood, silent.

Lorelei winced, recoiling at the harsh look. But she didn't flee and try to disappear into the crowds. Instead she rocked Vanna gently, trying to calm the girl with hushes and coos. Eventually, Vanna was just sniffling.

Then Lorelei looked at the woman.

"I'm very sorry, ma'am - I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. May I help you at all...?" Her voice wavered, but she kept her back straight, trying not to sound too upset. Vanna would pick up on it, she knew.

Glancing at Heather and her children, she motioned for them to keep going. She wouldn't hold them up for this.

The woman only hissed her irritation in a sigh that pushed open her lips with the exertion of it. She held the bowl away from her, as if it were a child that had soiled its diaper, and turned to a figure walking with one of the banners.

"This one is causing trouble early. Can you?" She was cut off by an irritated wave of the banner-bearer- almost a mimic of the look she'd given Lorelei. But he turned, regardless, which seemed to be what the woman wanted, for she nodded, satisfied, and continued down the cobblestone path- walking wide around the spilled blue liquid.

The man, however, adjusted the banner so that the weight of the pole was supported by one hand, and held close to his body. With his other, and a flick of his wrist with a series of White Sect words, a white, blinding light washed over Lorelei and her daughter- though no others could see it.

When they regained their sight, they would be... silenced in everything that connected them to their magic. Though speech was possible, as long as the festival was going on, they would be able to understand nothing of FortuneTelling- no banya words would make sense to them. Also, as music elements, they would be able to hear- nor sing- any music. It had been temporarily taken from them, deprived of them by the White Magic Sect.

And, the final thing- Vanna, though she was still a Fortunette, would appear to all- including herself and her mother- to be a normal, non-fae like infant. Her face was, as was her mothers... temporarily unrecognizable. She seemed to all to be a beautiful girl with brunette hair... and clear, pearly skin.

Luckily, the magic that Lorelei had used for the scissors- that,for some reason- had been interrupted. Likely because it had White Magic connected to it, somehow.

"It is... delightful to meet you both." She paused to take a thin breath that filled up her papery lungs. "Oh? A bauble? Of what sort?" The Filor girl was younger than Twinket- being good friends with her younger sister, after all- and so she was somewhat exuberant and curious.

Lorelei watched the woman anxiously as she talked to the standard bearer, and then- then it was white light and silence and...

When her vision cleared, the first thing she heard was Vanna's cry. It had lost all melody and was simply a shriek of... fear. The girl was kicking and screaming, torn as she was from music and meij. Lorelei looked to her to quiet her again, but her eyes only widened more when she saw how her daughter looked. A normal child.

At least - and this was an odd thing to be thankful for - she still hurt. That meant that she was still unrecognizable. And she supposed that this had been, in a way, what she had wished for for Vanna. But... it had been more to protect her from something like this!

Rocking Vanna, trying to quiet her (with no luck), she looked over at the standard bearer. She wanted to scream and rail at him for hurting her daughter, but the only words that passed her lips, quiet and nervous, were:

"When will this fade?"