[SWE] The Feast of Bells - 318PC

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

Feeling much better after the chat with Ronin, the milling crowd felt less like a challenge to overcome and more like the festival it was supposed to be. Finding a plate for herself, she followed the Knight's example and filled it with anything that caught her eye. Buttered bread, sharp cheeses and fruits crowded alongside meat pies, sweet pastries and cookies, and after filling a mug with frothing apple cider she looked around for someplace to sit.

Passing by Talyson and Zavien, she smiled at the men, hoping she might have a chance to speak with the Messenger later, but as they seemed busy she didn't interrupt. She did pause upon finding Hadama and Thalassa standing together, and carefully nudged a shoulder against each of theirs. If her hands had not been full, she would have hugged them.
"It's good to see you two. Are you having a good time?"

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3