A bright smile adorned the red-haired female's face as she made her way through the crowds of the Summer Solstice festival in Cedar; for once, without a cane. And it was that lack of walking around without her trusted means of physical support that fueled the smile even more. Her remaining eye sparkled with a playful happiness as she eagerly looked around her, taking in the view of the many fun and games spread around her. One would expect a grown woman to enjoy the means of alcoholic beverages and food stands more than the gaming stalls around her, but she felt little for sitting still now she could properly walk again. She just couldn't help it. The lacrima leg had been a success. Although not entirely up to standards yet, Pandora was capable of walking around with it and even do somewhat heavier exercises as she went out ro train; the prosthetic held on well, with the lacrima fuelling the illusion that it looked and felt like an actual leg rather than a wooden prosthetic. And the one she had to thank this miracle to was none other than Caimileir, a man she'd come across when visiting Oak Town. It had been a rather curious way in which the two had met; she wanting to meet with the local craftsmen, and he in search of particular tomes for his magic. But things had gone rather fast once they'd met. He'd almost immediately figured out what she needed and proposed a trade; he would craft her a prosthetic leg, and she would help him find a book in relation to his magic. A quick agreement, that went from purely business to a passionate encounter in only a few hours of time.
She'd enjoyed her time with him, yet it had also left her with a wide variety of mixed feelings, each struggling within her to overthrow the other feelings. Despite her happiness regarding her newfound mobility, it had left her conflicted and pondering. At this point she couldn't deny that what she was feeling for her benefactor were feelings of affection; surfaced from a curious resemblance with her deceased lover that kept overthrowing his image. Even so, these feelings of affection were different from the ones she felt for Kessicia, who might as well be the true source of her troubled mind. It might not be fair towards the cyan-haired adonis, but Pandora was far more worried about the reaction her lover would have to finding out she slept with another than vice versa. Losing her affection would be the same as losing everything all over again. Honestly, Pandora wouldn't blame Kessicia if she were to walk out on her once she heard the truth. She knew she'd be heartbroken if that happened, but she'd understand. She'd be deserving of it.
Wanting to gain a clear conscience, the warrioress had set out to find Kessicia, for the first time in a while cursing the fact that she hadn't gotten her hands on an iLac yet, as it'd be a lot easier to pinpoint the Dessiertan's location. Alas, she had to do this the old-fashioned way; asking around and rumours. So she'd been picking up on some intel regarding her lover, and if they proved correct she was supposed to be in the area. And, if Pandora was lucky, she might even find Kessicia here among the many people attending the festival. The redhead hoped so. The matter was eating at her quite badly, and the guilt whenever her mind dared wander off to any of the memories she had of either Kessicia or Caimileir were more painful than she could've ever imagined. All of that was the reason she now found herself amidst the crowds, her happy mood immediately taken down a notch when she reminded herself why she was here. And that wasn't exactly fun.
Shaking her head, Pandora tried to clear her mind. For now, she needed to focus. Or at least relax, either was fine. As she went, she could feel the stares burning into her body. A pair of short black jeans shorts sporting a cartoonesque skull on the back, and a white top with wide, see-through three-quarter sleeves and open back. Her hair was tied in her signature wild ponytail, and for today she'd forgone wearing her eyepatch. Even though the top was supposed to be loose in nature, her bussum was a bit too generous to warrant a non-cleavage look. At least it wasn't as bad as when she wore her signature kimono, which left even less to the imagination of most onlookers. Frankly, she could miss the lecherous eyes trying to undress her, and fixed it with a well-aimed glare; most stopped immediately when they saw the scar on her face. Pandora huffed softly and continued making her way through the crowds. Showing her visible scars were usually a very good way of keeping unwanted company away from her. Pandora sighed deeply and stopped, leaning back into one of the stall posts as she gazed across the crowds. Gods she missed her. And if she had to be completely honest, she kinda missed him too. Was it due to the fact that she once again was wandering around on her own, all alone? The redhead hated being alone.
Her gaze had been absent-mindedly resting upon a young child at apple-bobbing stand, fervently trying to catch one of the red apples in a small vat. The young girl, probably 6 or 7 years old, brought back nostalgic feelings and memories of the redhaired warrioress' past. Of her own son playing games and trying to win them with a passion only children could muster. It made her smile. She didn't know why, but she felt a sense of pride within her when the girl managed to catch an apple and pull it out of the water. Even though the kid dropped it before she could actually get it in the basket. The girl tried again, caught one, and dropped it just at the edge. It happened again, and again, to the point that the young girl was now sulking, frustrated and on the brink of tears. Pandora was rooting for the child, and watched carefully as the kid caught the apple again. Something flickered near the apple for a split second, and the apple fell once again. It was game over for the girl, and Pandora noticed how the small body was tensing up, ready to throw a tantrum when the girl's mother told her she wasn't allowed to play again and that they'd be moving on to the next stall. The redhead pushed herself up and walked towards the two, tapping the woman on her shoulder. She turned around and looked at Pandora's face rather suspiciously upon seeing the scar; "My apologies for interrupting, ma'am, but," Another flickering right beside the young girl caught her eye and Pandora's hand moved swiftly, as if she caught something in the air that wasn't there. "This little rascal has been messing with your daughter's game earlier." Pandora opened her hand, revealing a small sprite within the palm of her hand, its wings stuck between the redhead's fingers so it could not escape. The mother stared at the small struggling sprite in disbelief, while the girl looked at it in awe. A real fairy! "I figured I'd catch it before it ruined the experience of this fesitval for you and your daughter." she gave the confused mother a smile and lowered her hand a bit more so the girl could see the sprite better. "These pranksters like teasing kids, so they could be anywhere." The kid gasped and looked at Pandora with wide eyes, almost whispering as if her words were top-secret. "There are more?" The warrioress smiled and squat down before the child, nodding. "Mhm, waaaay more. They're all hiding, waiting to tease other kids who want to play… so I'm trying to find and catch all of them to shoo them away." The child's eyes couldn't get any bigger with excitement. "How about you help me out with catching them? Your mommy can help too, because she can feel where the fairies are hiding. Don't you, mommy?" she looked up at the girl's mother, who'd caught on with what Pandora was doing, and gratefully picked in on her story. "That's right. Mommy knows where they're hiding." The girl looked at her mother in awe. "So if you follow your mommy like a good girl, you two can go catch the fairies. All you have to do is blow up into the sky really, really hard when your mommy says there's a fairy. Because they're small, you'll blow them away so they can't tease you or other kids. Can you do that for me?" Pandora asked kindly. The kid nodded fiercely, as if she'd been given a sacred task she needed to complete. She grabbed her mother by the hand and started pulling her along. "Come on mommy! We gotta catch the fairies!" she exclaimed enthusiastically, urging her mother to follow. The woman laughed and reassured her daughter, turning around to mouth "Thank you" at Pandora before disappearing in the masses.
She rose back up to her feet again and smiled. She was glad to be of help, and at the same time it was a much-welcomed distraction from her mental torment. Pandora rose her hand, looking at the sprite she'd caught earlier. "Now, what do I do with you?" she looked at the small thing violently struggling within her palm. A whole series of furious tingling came from the small sprite, which made the redhead frown. "Well look at that, ain't you got quite the colorful vocabulary for such a small thing." The sprite stopped abruptly, staring at Pandora. It then replied in a different series of tingling noises. "Yeah I can understand you just fine, what's so weird about that? And besides… you should be way nicer to others." She flicked the sprite once putting it down, and saw how the tiny being flew into a tantrum. "Yeah yeah, if you behaved I wouldn't have to do this! Now off you go little one." Leaving the angry sprite be, the warrioress turned around, ready to be on her way when she stopped dead in her tracks. No way.
Right in front of her, at the other side of the small square, stood a familiar face. The familiar face she was dying to meet again, but was afraid to face, still took her breath away whenever she saw her. Kessicia was and would always be a sight for sore eyes, and the redhead knew that all too well. It was but one of the things she loved about her. As her eye etched her lover's new attire into her mind, her gaze wandered to see who she was with; another epitaph of beauty, but in the male variant. Awfully familiar as well… she gasped softly when her gaze rested upon the man's face, her realisation eons too late. Caimileir. Recognising the man erupted the same fluttery feeling in her stomach as Kessicia had moments earlier, but said feeling quickly shifted into fear as her stomach cramped together. The happy look on her face paled, and Pandora nearly staggered backwards. Her worst-case scenario had just become reality. The woman inched back step by step. She couldn't face both of them at the same time, she wasn't mentally prepared for that. Her eyes shifted left, right, back to the twosome again, and away again, trying to think of what to do. The sprite, who'd still been glaring at Pandora all this time, noticed how the woman had started acting awfully strange. Clever as it was, it quickly figured out that the two people she had her eyes on were the cause of it… and her attempts to hide and stay out of sight made it only more tempting. It smirked. Time for revenge. It flew to Pandora's side, making sure to remain in the woman's line of sight as it faced her, a sly grin on its face as it tingled in amusement. Pandora stared at the sprite with big eyes, her lips slightly parted. "You wouldn't--" The sprite's eyes sparkled with a spark of devious intent. Then, it bolted.
Pandora almost lunged at the sprite as it blasted forward towards the twosome on the other side of the small square. "N-no! Don't you even dare-!!!" But missed the nimble sprite as it stayed out of her grasping reach, and was left struggling as it headed straight towards Kessicia and Caimileir. Shit. She wasn't ready for this. Meeting one of them would already be hard enough as is, leave alone both when she still needed to explain the entire situation to either of them. Panic ensued as the small sprite nearly catapulted itself into the the Dessiertan beauty's face to get her attention, and fluttered in between her and Cetus to get them to look at the sprite, who was then gesturing in the direction she was standing in. The cursed Dagger didn't know what to say or even remotely do if they were to see her right now. But she couldn't just run away and risk losing sight of either of them; blame her sense of responsibility for that. So instead of freezing even more, Pandora's body moved as one; hide. Somewhere. Anywhere. The apples. Her hand was already digging into her pocket for jewels before she'd made the steps needed to get to the bobbing apples stand. Pushing the jewels into the man's hands she took a deep breath and made the plunge, headbutting a few apples as she went. Didn't matter. As long as she kept her head dipped into the vat, they wouldn't recognise her face. Damned sprite… she'd get the stupid little cur back for that.