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As she walked past the ticket booth an into the carnival, Miss Light's eyes were locked firmly onto the map that the old goblin had given her. Specifically on the bottom right corner, where nine depictions of her father's face in various stages of joy or misery made up part of a strange decorative design that advertised some kind of contest being held for the title of Witchlight Monarch.

"Welcome to the Witchlight Carnival! Catch the seeds before they hit the ground, and you'll receive a wondrous token of our gratitude!"

Miss Light was pulled from her thoughts by the exclamation of a nearby treant. A moment later, she felt that she was holding something between her finger and thumb. Upon turning to look, Miss Light saw that her hand had unconsciously shot out and caught a seed that had been falling past her. A feeling of great amusement filled Miss Light's mind then. And though it didn't show on her face, the poses the half-elf unconsciously struck every now and then had a lot more mirth to them than before. After a moment, she noticed that Morgran was trying to catch one of the seeds too. Though he wasn't having much luck. Waving her own seed like a wand, Miss Light cast a spell that redirected the wind to blow a seed somewhere Morgran could easily reach it. [color=Red]"Nice catch."[/color] Miss Light said once Morgran caught the seed.

"Blow the seeds into the air, and make a wish!" A voice from near their feet spoke up then.

Miss Light looked down to see the squirrel that had been scampering about and offering dandelions to select people had selected Miss Light and her dwarven companion as well.

"Go on, go on!" The squirrel urged, offering up a dandelion for each of them.

Seeing no harm in obliging, Miss Light crouched down, took both dandelions, gave a polite [color=Green]"Thank you kindly."[/color], and stood up as the squirrel continued on.

“Did-Did that squirrel just talk?" Morgran spoke up then in confusion. "By my forefathers’ beards!”

[color=Yellow]"For a skilled enough druid or bard, such a feat is not that hard."[/color] Miss Light mentioned, unknowingly speaking in rhyme as she did. [color=Blue]"An agate worth a thousand gold. Lined with magic paths, I'm told. Put gem to mind and the spell is cast. Fun to do, but neither cheap nor fast."[/color] Miss Light offered a dandelion for Morgran to wish on then. Whether he accepted or not, Miss Light brought her own dandelion to her lips and whispered so that only it could hear. [color=Red]"I wish that my father accepts me as his daughter. And that together... we can save my mother."[/color] With that done, Miss Light drew in a breath and set the seeds on her dandelion adrift on the air.