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Yona Hisamori arrived in Hargeon Town in the late morning with a single bag, heading for the local Inn. She had made sure to finish up her other jobs and work for the Company first, and then give an announcement of leave for the next week. A week off was an unusually long time away from the guild and away from Sato. Yona wanted to see the festival here though. The town, bustling with people from near and far, the smell of salt, seafood, and festival goods in the air and the atmosphere generally thick with happiness was exactly what the woman needed. Sometimes work with the guild could become so intense that her chest tightened and it became hard to breath. Moments of intense stress could always be cured by time by the sea, and a Solstice festival was a blessing of an excuse to travel and take a break. She wasn't even wearing her white uniform, something that was more strange to her than anything.
Yona was excited for the lanterns and lights, floating in the sky and in the sea. She closed her eyes and could almost picture it as if looking into the vast nothingness of the universe and only seeing the beauty of a million little lights. She longed to find chocolate bananas, candied fresh strawberries and pulled salt water taffy. She wanted to eat, drink, and relax on the beach all day and watch the fireworks like an ordinary civilian at night. With so many major changes, Yona didn't know when this opportunity would come again and it reminded her so much of being a kid that she somewhat regretted going to the festival alone. Ever since her encounter with Oykai, Ketsueki had gone relatively quiet. Oykai, Yona thought the name with a little smile. She was glad to have learned so much about him. However, she wasn't sure what the demon was up to; whether it was plotting or sleeping, the female was grateful to have her mind to herself. Yona Hisamori found the inn and went up to her room. She opened her bag and lay out her yukata, wondering if she should put it on or not.
Yona held the yukata up to her chest, admiring the white fabric adorned with deep purple vines and pale blue koi fish. "I'm on vacation, so why not?" She finally said. When she finished dressing, the plant mage looked out the window at the festival in the streets and market below. She had a good view of the harbor not far away as well. She watched a young boy try his luck at a strength test station and then walk away with his head drooped. The mage watched an adorable and young looking couple, taking turns tossing rings and missing the shiny golden bottle. Yona's eyes caught on the old man bobbing for apples, perplexed and amazed by his success, a fruit caught in his lips. Then she watched as the man's teeth and the apple fell, bouncing onto the ground. Yona winced and closed her eyes. "Poor guy," She uttered. She sniffed and then exhaled in glee.
"Yakitori," She crooned, squinting out the window, hands pressed to the pane, looking for the vendor. Yona had no luck, unable to see where the stand was. Quickly, she changed into her rarely worn yukata and dashed out of her room. As she made her way out of the inn, Yona heard a group of people talking about fluctuations in magical power and rumors of mages who longed to cause chaos in the festival activities. She shook her green haired head. No, she was on vacation. There were always rumors. There were always jobs. And this midsummer festival was her time off. That yakitori.... would be her's! Yona raced through the doors, tripping and almost colliding into a man on her way out. She lifted her hands to apologize. "Sorry, sorry!" Maybe she should enjoy herself a little more slowly, she thought to herself embarrassed.