[ Seeing sparkling letters out of the corner of one eye, letters no one else can see, almost has Rinwell concerned she might be getting sunstroke out in the desert. It's not as hot here as in Calaglia, but she was raised in a land of ice and snow - it's a big difference for someone like her. It's a relief when the message disappears after a short time, and she retreats indoors to find some water in the mess hall.
Probably just a bit dehydrated, right?
When the message reappears, she'd successfully relocated back to the barracks, and there's a flinch in surprise as the words overwrite what she was reading, taking up space opposite some very boring diagrams in her copy of "Peace & War: Notorious Battles of the Free Cities" (3rd Edition).
She stares at the invite for a very, very long moment, wracking her brain over the contents. ]
WHAT'S A HALLOWEEN? ~Rinwell
[ ..well. she didn't mean to shout that. or reply at all, actually. ]
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Probably just a bit dehydrated, right?
When the message reappears, she'd successfully relocated back to the barracks, and there's a flinch in surprise as the words overwrite what she was reading, taking up space opposite some very boring diagrams in her copy of "Peace & War: Notorious Battles of the Free Cities" (3rd Edition).
She stares at the invite for a very, very long moment, wracking her brain over the contents. ]
WHAT'S A HALLOWEEN?
~Rinwell
[ ..well. she didn't mean to shout that. or reply at all, actually. ]