[se] you don't have to believe me

When Alys had first heard that there was to be a Flowerbirth Ball, she'd thought little of it. She wasn't really a dancing and drinking kind of person; if anything, she'd likely be nothing more than a wallflower at any given social function. But then she'd thought about it, and she'd wondered if it would be possible to find new clients there. Maybe she could set up a little station for readings, or give them on the fly to make a little money. Besides, she was slowly, but surely, beginning to make friends, and if they were going, then surely it wouldn't be too bad, right?

Having taken a break from Halo and its chilly weather, Alys found herself in the Greatwood, an area with which she was familiar from her travels before settling, albeit temporarily, in Halo. She wandered now amongst the stalls of the Bodega, checking this vendor and that, looking for the perfect fabric to make a dress. She paused outside of one stall that had a variety of cloth in myriad patterns, overwhelmed by her choices. It would be far easier to just buy a gown, but she hated clothes shopping even more than searching for the right fabric, especially when she was alone. At least, thanks to Hotaru, she knew what colors to look for now.

She fingered an emerald green fabric that she couldn't name, contemplating whether she really had the courage to go with something so bold.

alys glasse

waiting for the right mind to drive insane