And so the kimono-clad lass wandered along the various vendor stalls in the companionship of her butler, humming a soft melody. It was clear that the festival was a period of celebration, and the lush scenery and the way the city coexisted with nature made it much different from any city she seen before. There was no doubt that Liana...
Wait... why was she thinking about her again? Feeling an unpleasant weight pressing against her chest she felt that familiar discomfort rise within her heart, but quickly shook it off. She had Fia now, the two were even about to get married, so why should she be bothered by something like this? It was Liana's choice about who she desired and longed for, and Esperia had long come to terms with the fact that the one her childhood crush desired was not her.
A soft sigh escaped the girl's lips as she stopped before a vendor stall selling cups of noodles, and as if a bout of irony was about to present itself she spotted a familiar figure among the crowd. "Fenrir?"