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Vanyel and Kitten had arriven, of course, early for the carnival. Vanyel insisted that she be one of the first allowed in so that she would not be stuck in the middle of the vents with the vast number of people. The poor girl was worried about excessively large crowds and as Kitten had explained to her, the beginning of most events were usually when the smallest amount of people hung about.

Of course, it was no longer the beginning of the carnival so the activities had picked up. Some shops were just now opening and Vanyel was excited about going into them. So far she'd bought herself a small trinket to hand from her glasses and cute ties for her braids. These things weren't actually bought by Vanyel, but by Kitten.

Kitten seemed almost more excited by the carnival than the little orange-haired girl, but this was usually the case. As open and sweet as Vanyel was, her guardian was even more energetic and bubbly. "Van, let's go to the shop across the street! I think they're selling food. Aren't you hungry?" Vanyel nodded and the two made their way out of the shop they were in and into the bustling streets of the carnival.

Kitten didn't notice Lara and her charge slip into line behind them, but she would have certainly agreed about how long this vendor was taking. "How bloody long does it take to roll cotton candy? It's sugar for pete's sake,"

"Who is Pete?" asked Vanyel curiously, tiling her head up to look at Kitten and in turn readjust her glasses that were slipping down her nose. Kitten groaned at the question. "You know Van, I keep forgetting that you came from a little gel cup and that you don't actually know all the slang that someone your age would have picked up by now. Especially since you can't read about this Pete man in your books. But I don't know who he is actually, he's just some guy that has a sake apparently," Kitten said with a laugh, ruffling Vanyel's hair much to the girls dismay.

Despite the hustle and bustle of the loud carnival, Kitten and Vanyel found themselves able to hear whisps of the conversation between the family behind them. It was most unfortunate however that the only thing Vanyel caught from Calanthe was the line "It's from the girl infront of us."

Quickly Vanyel turned around and placed her hands one her hips, her long sleeved draping half way down her thighs. "Hey, I don't know what it was, but It wasn't 'from' me," she retorted with a wrinkle of her nose. She obviously wasn't actually upset, just playfully testy about being accused of what she thought was something much less innocent than smelling like orange haze.

Kitten laughed and turned about as well, putting a hand infront of Vanyel and pushing her back a bit. Atleast if she planned on pouncing the long haired girl she'd need an extra step or two from the added distance. "I'm sorry about this..."

Kitten smiled warmly and shook her head, releasing Vanyel and gently playing with one of her braid while she admired the other girl's light and lofty locks of hair. They were truly stunning. Honestly, Kitten was fairly interested in what she used to shampoo and condition, but she didn't really think it was the most appropriate topic to talk about at the moment.

At the mention of Vanyel smelling like oranges Kitten paled slightly; she wasn't sure if she should be explaining why or not. What did one say in a situation such as this? "Well, uhm, I actually can't get the smell off of her. I'm sorry if it' a distasteful smell to you but I'm sure once this line starts moving you'll be rid of it."

Vanyel put her hands on her hip and gave an irritated look. "Excuse me? You make it sound like I'm a bad scent. Didn't you pick me out? I'll have you know that a large majority of people prefer fruity, citrus scents like myself to other scents. If you disliked it so much then I suppose you should have picked a different cup. Maybe you'd prefer the scent of wet dog."

The womans cheeks grew even more pale at the sound of Vanyel's voice. The girl was going to get Kitten thrown into jail talking like that! She wasn't some kidnapper who just goes around plucking children from their caring families! With a nervous smile, Kitten opened her mouth to reply but was stopped by Lara's comment about a store that was described in quite the familiar fashion. "How...how do you know about that store?" she asked with a blank expression before realizing that it was a stupid question. How else would she have been able to describe the store if she'd never been there?

Vanyel, the ever helpful, piped up as if she could read Kitten's mind, "Clearly she's been there and clearly she's picked up her own scent, namely the girl that's ignoring the purpose of a line." Vanyel's words didn't sound harsh and nor was she intending them to be, but they were certainly a slight less pleasant than the girl usually acted. It was likely from feeling insulted by her mothers choice of words about her scent. She liked her scent very much, thank you.