The Falling Festival is Upon Us

Impatiently she watched the morning sun slowly rise and just as the orb of dayfire finally broke free completely of the horizon, Melandra let our a heavy sigh of relief and poured herself a cup of wine from the large flagon on the table. It was definitively far enough into the morning to begin celebrating the Fall Festival without worry that today's frivolities could be accused of being mere continuations of those from the previous night.

"Balance and Composure," Melandra muttered, smelling the bouquet and shrugging with unconcern. She'd save the pretence of only drinking quality vintage for those times when her associates actually cared. And as she was entirely alone and naked in her private chamber, she saw no reason to stand on ceremony.

"Just so, it's going to be a long day; best I establish a respectable pace from the start," and she poured herself another cup of wine.

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It was not too much later that Melandra found herself standing in Suncross Square looking left and right as if entirely lost or entirely free to travel in whichever direction she pleased. And of course she was fully dressed by this point and in achievement of a respectable state of flushed well-being.

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