At the festival of colors, people from around the world meet. Including those who do not yet know how those meetings might change their lives.
Enjoying the festival, Kaizen Bo is reminded of some of the celebrations of his distant homeland in Tianjing.
He wanders from booth to booth and marvels at the colors. Keeping careful hold of his belongings, especially his favorite bow and quiver.
Hmm. I should purchase some memento to take back to my parents home. Should I ever see them again.
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Mina looks at the others people at the festival with a warm smile.
"So many colors!? I really have to admit ... I am absolutely intrigued by the festival!!!" she says with genuine excitement to herself.
Mina walks with slow steps and it is obvious that this gracile and beautiful half-elven woman knows her worth.
Her stylishly cut dark hair looks like it has been recently perfumed. On her face you see a very prominent tattoo of a serpentine dragon!
She is wearing armor and fashionable clothing that still serves as functional adventure gear. She also carries a backpack.
“Well; I have never been at the traditional Vudrani Festival of Colors!! This is a really a great celebration … and so many multi-hued powders, dyed water, rainbow illusions, and loud joyful blessings! I just wonder where my spirit guide might have gone.“ she says absentmindedly.
A fancily dressed elf sits on a bench and observes the celebration with a warm smile.
Being a sentient being can be so troublesome sometimes that such celebrations are almost necessary. What a delight! he thinks to himself as he sips his beverage from a plain mug.
Cercuciel's smile diminishes slightly as he turns his head to Mina. "I do not have a place that I call home. You?"