Orchidia was sickeningly beautiful, even more than the last time she’d been here. Thorn didn’t know whether it was the extra dose of flowers, the streamers with lanterns on them, the bright magical lights, or the obnoxiously happy people wandering around her. Seriously what was with these people? There was hardly a person who didn’t have their purse on their hip or even behind them, easy for any pickpocket or purse cutter to go at. Good thing for them that she was below such petty thievery. Honestly, she wasn’t even planning to do anything illegal here, the Curse Mage was half here to make money on the contests, half to well, enjoy herself. It was an odd thing for her to do, usually ‘enjoying herself’ meant a night in, reading a book. She hadn’t enjoyed herself this way in well, a long time. That didn’t include going to bars or enjoying warm company of course. But it had been so long… She was going soft, but even the meanest of mercenaries needed a break every so often.
So she was here, amongst the people and their joy, all alone. After drinking with Jeremiah, doing a job with Audrey and adventuring with Lilja it was odd to be alone again, though he had been for the last six years. Shaking off the unpleasant thoughts she adjusted the yukata she… acquired recently, rather proud of her choice. It was a beautiful piece of oranges, reds, whites and a few other colours with patterns of cranes on flowers on it and the obi, a glove over he bandaged demon hand. It reminded her of home, but the assemble was missing something. There, in a game stand! A beautiful white flower headpiece! She wanted it, but hated to spend money. Should she steal it? No, the sign says that if you won the first time you didn’t have to pay either. Thorn smirked to herself, the cork gun game was most definitely rigged but that just means she would have to do some cheating herself. She paid the smirking man and lifted the wooden long gun, secretly putting a curse on it, strengthening the cork as she aimed for her prize and shot.
Uh oh, she had strengthened it too much. The cork went flying with a noise and hit it’s target, sending the headpiece flying until it bounced off the back of the stand and flew over her head “Dammit!” She yelled, not dropping the gun in time to catch it. Watching it fly blank-faced it landed straight on some poor unfortunate souls head. She almost, ALMOST, smiled then looked at the vendor who was too shocked to look back so she assumed she won. Strutting over to the person she stood behind him. “That’ would be mine.” She says shortly, hand folded over each other formally like she learned as a girl.