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Meltintalle
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"Packs of six, you say?" said Mel. "With variety, or did you get only the one color?" She turned to acknowledge Molly, and her eyes widened as she took in the gingerbread booth. It looked like an elaborate spring dessert, and Mel had to lick her chops. "Hullo, Molly! So good to see you too!"

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Posted : April 2, 2021 7:46 pm
aileth
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"I'm Molly Brown," Molly said, shaking hands with Lauren.  "What a nice day for a festival--think how awful it would have been if it had rained."  She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a brown paper bag.  "Anyone for a necklace?" 

She held up a multi-coloured string of mini-eggs.  "There's enough for everyone to have one--wear them for the day, eat them right away, save them for posterity--whatever you like.  They're not chocolate, Mel, so I think it's safe for you to have, and the length is adjustable, too."

Spotting someone else come up behind the others, Molly turned to offer the newcomer one as well.  She gave a bit of a gasp, then smiled broadly.  It wasn't often that she met someone with hair as bright as her own, and certainly not an elf.

"Hi, I'm Molly; I don't think I've met you before.  Would you care to have a necklace?"

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Posted : April 2, 2021 9:56 pm
Arwen_Daeneri31
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"I am Sylverele Moonshadow," the elf replied with a smile of her own and then looked at the necklace, "I would love one." She said with a slight nod of her head, "It is nice to meet you." She wanted to add, "I am new here" but judging by the look on her face that was obvious. Sylverele also had not expected a necklace and was quite thankful for such a kind gesture.

"This is a nice...festival?" She enquired, hoping she was right in her earlier assumption.

It is a good rule after reading a new book, never to allow yourself another new one till you have read an old one in between.
–C.S. Lewis

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Posted : April 4, 2021 9:07 am
Meltintalle
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"Oh, thank you!" Mel accepted the string of mini-eggs from Molly. She'd wear them just long enough that the bright foil did not disappear into her neck fur. It was a sweet start to the festival, and Mel was touched at the thoughtfulness of having a non-chocolate treat. 

"It's nice to meet you, Sylverele," Mel barked. This time, she was going to remember the names of the folks she met. Well, she'd try. It might take her a couple of years, depending on how often they met. "I'm Mel. It is a nice festival, isn't it? Everyone has done a lovely job with the decorations! I love winter, but now that it's spring, I love the flowers and buds and seeing green grass again."

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Posted : April 6, 2021 8:08 am
Lady Arwen
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“Molly!” Kaelin exclaimed, almost as if she hadn’t spent the morning hovering around the stewardess-turned-confectioner’s table. “This is the prettiest stand of all, Maeve. It’s just so cool. Oh hey, it’s Mel!”

Maeve followed her sister, smiling and dispensing pleasantries to all. She gave the newcomer a quick inspection, a sort of gauging of histories that was most likely missed by all except the elf herself, then inclined her head in greeting.

“Welcome to Ditto Town, Sylverele,” she said. “May you find peace and rest here when you need it.”

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Posted : April 6, 2021 11:54 pm
Arwenel
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Ian happily took a necklace. "I'll take Lauren's, too. She hates sweets." 

"I do not hate sweets, I just don't have a ludicrously huge sweet tooth, like some people." Lauren glanced awkwardly at the newcomer; she hoped they weren't making a bad impression. She smiled at Sylverele and gave her a friendly wave.

Ian shrugged, mouth already full of mini egg. "Don't remember what colors there are, but they're not all blue, Mel," he said, once he'd swallowed. "Stop by our place -- oh, wait, no, I left it at the booth for some reason." He pointed in a general direction. "Speaking of, I'd better go and finish setting up. Anybody going digging for buried treasure should look for the blue booth with the pirate ship on the front."

"Is that what it was supposed to be," Lauren said, smirking. She had seen Ian drawing it at their house. "Looked more like a deformed chicken."

"I'm not going to dignify that with a response," Ian said.

Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it. - Rabbi Tarfon

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Posted : April 7, 2021 12:46 am
Arwen_Daeneri31
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Sylverele smiled at Mel, "It is a nice festival, and its nice to meet you Mel." She was starting to feel a little more at ease now with getting to know people. "I enjoy summer the most but spring is my second favourite I would think.

The elf then turned her attention to Maeve, "Thank you, it is really nice here." Sylverele smiled again, a little more sure of herself, I can really relax here? She thought quietly, that had not been a luxury she had in a long time with the adventures she always was roped into.

Sylvere then caught the wave and smile from Lauren and waved back politely and said, "hello." All these greetings and niceties were not something she was used to and welcomed them wholeheartedly. This would be fun if that was the correct word to use, she still looked around her shoulder for any danger but saw none and relaxed again.

It is a good rule after reading a new book, never to allow yourself another new one till you have read an old one in between.
–C.S. Lewis

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Posted : April 8, 2021 7:05 am
Meltintalle
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{{ cut-scene montage of Mel wandering through the festival, trying the bean-bag toss (with minimal success; her best throw was the one where the bean-bag flew up in the air, only to come down on her own nose), stopping to smell the roses, and eating an entire plate of hot-cross buns }}

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a stall filled with flowers - buckets of them were sitting on a table at the front, on the ground in front of the table, and hanging from the sides of the stall. The labels proclaimed roses, daffodils, lilies, lilacs, carnations, and more were on display

Still licking her chops, hoping to find one last crumb, Mel found herself next to a stall that had been literally covered with flowers. It wasn't unusual, except for the profusion of blooms--most of the folks here had gone all out with bunting, flowers, or their theme. Putting her front feet up on one of the stools in front that hadn't been used as a flower stand, Mel peered at the young woman who was diligently plaiting buttercups into a chain. 

"Oh, that's beautiful!" she barked.

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Posted : April 11, 2021 3:10 pm
ValiantArcher
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"Oh, that's beautiful!" she barked.

Moira turned around and saw a familiar face from the Holiday party, though she had never gotten a chance to be introduced.

"Thank you," she said, tying the ends together on her wreath and holding it out for the dog to take a closer look. "Are you looking to make one - I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Moira."

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The bull had spent a little time investigating the grounds without much success. He'd found a pile of feed sacks, but a quick nosing revealed they were empty and another few minutes of wandering revealed a signboard proclaiming a "Sack Race" under the heading "Fun Games for Everyone".

"Not everyone!" he snorted. "A sack race sounds like a recipe for a broken leg - and I know what that means."

The three-legged race was also out on that account, and he couldn't think how to manage a wheelbarrow race. The egg-toss seemed distinctly geared towards humans. The piggy-back race was a possibility - if there was a prize, it might be worth the indignity of giving someone a ride in front of all the festival-goers.

In the meantime, though, it was high time to find something to eat, so he trotted back towards the booths.

Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.

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