[PQ] Gourding/Guarding the Library [Seasonal Event]

amalia chandrakant there is a color that shines through your skin Like the moon on the wind Amalia's hand drops at the tone of the man's voice, her offer to help instantly redacted as she hears the venom in his tone. She came here to help, and instead is met with fire - fire! - and a lecture from the stranger she rescued about how somehow that should not be concerning. Anger washes over her, hot fire rising in her chest and her throat- How dare you? she wants to snap, but her lips stay sealed in a thin, harsh line, dark eyes nearly black with slowly growing rage. Her scowl only deepens as the girl from the festival appears as well, and is met with scathing remarks and ingratitude, as well as accusations of... home destruction? Clearly there is some deeper drama going on, some hidden resentments that the baker is not privy to and would not like to learn more about. All she wants is for them to leave, to evacuate her library and leave her books in peace. Stupid Outlanders - she can finally understand it, the contempt some have for their kind. The only decent one seems to be the quiet boy, but she is not in a mood to separate one from the other- right now, she dislikes them all, and simply wants them to leave. The asshole is speaking again, addressing Amalia, and the girl responds with an overt glare, her earlier curiosity all but squelched by the stranger's hostility. "Yes," she snaps- but before she can say more there's a great noise from above her, and suddenly pumpkins are raining around her head. She raises her arms, exclaiming in surprise and pain as a gourd strikes the side of her head. "Mort!" she cries, leaping forward in an attempt to escape the onslaught. Around her, magic and movement and by Caido, more fire, and a gourd is somehow pulling her hair while another tries to climb up her leg. The wound on her head is bleeding slightly, but as she tries to pull the pumpkins off she barely notices. "No more fire!" she shouts again as a flaming arrow whizzes past her ear. She doesn't care what the outlanders think - the pumpkins can eat them for all she cares, as long as nothing happens to her books. the night is full on behalf or your evaded mask And the rings round your eyes

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