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Ah! There he was. Odette was starting to worry. She gathered her gift, a small shirt, folded and wrapped in ribbon, delicately tied into a bow.

Gift in her lap, she leaned towards Caiden, getting closer down to his eye level. "Hello, dear. What's your name?" She asked sweetly, tilting her head in curiosity.

"I wasn't born with my powers," She explained, "Some trolls discover them later in life, usually after something very emotional happens to them. I discovered mine rescuing baby featherbeasts that had fallen from their nest."

"Would you like to see my powers for yourself?" She asked, moving to stand.

Eostre returns... for some reason. Her game rolls talk more about Vremea, which seem slightly off. The yellowblood was nice, sure, but Eostre wasn't sure she'd call her sordid or charismatic, to be honest. But, Eostre already had figured the entire thing was rather dramatized, and she hoped if she ever became famous for her own exploits they would do as good a job making her life as glamorous and dramatic as Aandes had done with Odette.

Even though she had decided against buying the lipstick earlier (it would clash horribly with her blue blood, obviously), Eostre went and picked up a few shades anyway. She figured she could gift it to Tierte, or maybe find some other redblood who could use it. She was sentimental like that.

12 - > 16

Lorata couldn't help but be fascinated by the booth and, especially, by the troll it honored. Anyone who really kept up with important things knew who she was by now. Odette Cygnet, the red-blooded rebel turned star! The more she'd seen her face, though, the more she'd realized she recognized her from somewhere else. Somewhere...well, here. Bloodfest, right? She still had that red doll that had brought her and Aerona together.

If all of this was true, and no way would she be out here with her own booth and merchandise and everything if it wasn't, it meant Odette had really changed! Even rebel trolls could be saved from whatever that mutant had done to sway them away from good! She supposed the Captain had told her as much already, in a way, but that was different. He was obviously different.

Excited to see more of the story and see exactly how it had happened, Lorata hurried in through to play, soaking up the information she was able to before marking her spot on the sixth space. On her way out, she paused to glance at the merchandise and hummed thoughtfully before slipping away into the crowd. Maybe next time, if she decided.

Last night's visit had gone really well. Aandes, the booth's manager, had seemed like a really nice guy. Amonee approached the Starlight booth again and played his turn for the game. It was great to meet all these new people! He felt at home in a crowd, like he was a part of something. Listening to all the trolls chattering and wandering together filled his pumpbiscuit with warmth.

Wait, he knew those voices. Those were his dear friends!

"Caiden! And Cleo!" Amonee ran towards them and grabbed them from behind in a tight hug. It was only then that he noticed they were not alone. With them was the beautiful... the talented... the intelligent- the triple threat Odette! His mouth gaped open in confusion, surprise and delight all at once. They mentioned something about powers and he flushed with happiness at whatever the heck was happening.

"I'm a jadeblood! That's sort of like a power, right?" He desperately wanted to be a part of the conversation and threw caution to the wind, hoping she wouldn't be weirded out by the fact that he liked to wander Alternia's daywalker sun-soaked landscape by daylight!

Board Square: 15

Bellen visited the booth the next day once more, dutifully resolved in getting that photo op no matter how much she tried. She glanced over to the redblooded adult sitting at the chair, and the more she looked, the more she wanted to approach her.

But, she really couldn't. If she did, she'd spill like a waterfall.

So she instead gave her a nice wave from afar, happy, to see her doing well and joyful. Bellen continued onto the spinner. "Vremea" was apparently a frequent rebel, in the eyes of the world, and it was only getting more amusing for her to continue on this path. Spinning again, the next movement made her pump biscuit ache-- Swanmom. Poor, poor Swanmom. She dimly remembered spending a little time with her during their time in The Root, but well... That was all. The poor swan was gone, and Odette had changed after that. But, not necessarily in a bad way. She held in a sniffle when she remembered her expression toward the end of the war for Old Hemisect-- The words, the actions... Vremea sighed. She was better now, but she understood her pain. After all, she'd seen it with her own eyes.

Point total: 16 + 2= 18 + 3 = 21

The bustling celebrity booth was just as glamorous as Fellah remembered. The redblood was still a bit confused about being photographed the other night, but he was strangely drawn to all the commotion and intriguing story of this wonderful Odette. Normally content with the peace and quiet of his farm, the thrill of this pop culture experience was a nice change of pace for the country boy.
Keeping his place from the night before, Fellah moved his piece from 16 to 18, then again from 18 to 22. It would remain at 22 for the night.
What a life story Odette had! Fellah still found himself largely removed from troll politics, but even he was a bit shocked to see such an open and rebellious story hosted at the same event that the empress herself was at. None the less, he was enthralled.

Noticing that Odette was there, in person, and even talking with some of the other younger trolls, Fellah stood off to the side staring in amazement. Surely a farm troll wasn't worth her time, but there was still something about her presence, her accomplishments, her growth, and confidence that made him stare.

Amonee returned to the booth once more for another chance to see the dazzling star. While he waited for her appearance, he filled time by playing the board game some more. The jadeblood pouted as he fell back into the loop he'd fallen into last time. He was going backwards again!

"Excuse me, will miss Odette be giving out autographs today?" Clutching a sketch pad clearly for this purpose, Amonee asked the suave manager running the booth, mentally crossing his finger for the best!

Board Square: 12