aperitif

Theory · 02-07-2022, 04:27 PM

Fable had scampered off into the crowd after they'd played their games, ooh-ing and aah-ing over the carnival fare, leaving her alone as evening began to fall in earnest. Rich smells wafted through the crowded plaza and everywhere Theory seemed to look, couples walked together. They leaned companionably into each other, soaking up warmth and affection as they went. She averted her eyes from darkened corners where some seemed to think things were a fair bit more private than they really were. It was all a little... nauseating.

There was nothing quite like being dreadfully single at a festival meant to celebrate love. Sure, yes - love existed in all forms! But now that the parents and doting children had cleared out and stars had begun to twinkle in the sky, only one very particular kind of love remained. Grumbling to herself, Theory stopped at a stall and bartered quickly for a few flagons of mead. Fable was old enough to get along home on her own, so she considered herself free of auntly obligations. Dragging her beverages off to the side of the main thoroughfare, Theory picked a particularly well-lit area by a fire that was just being stoked to life. Best not to have anyone thinking she was ducking into dark corners, looking for goodness knows what. Nope. Only brightly lit, pitiable spinsters here in plain sight.

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