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BodyA warm breeze brushed through the town of Baska, more of an indication of the coming seasons than anything else; a welcome change from the mixed weather that had for so long affected areas of Fiore, Baska included. It was hard to say whether or not it was something that was welcome or not, but for Augusta, it meant one thing which she could most evidently know of, that more people were to arrive there. Baska was not like Crocus or Era or Magnolia. There were no centralized hubs of traffic or points of interest that would perhaps gravitate people towards there. No festivals taking place that were pulling from everywhere possible in the known world, but rather instead, it was out in the middle of nowhere. Those who would seek out a place like this, were those who were intentionally avoiding the more congested areas, similar to how she was approaching things. The infamy that she had garnered was not lost upon her, and though she had been in a position to seize on the excitement and glory within the Flower Festival’s occurance, the suddenness of the cities having been abandoned seemingly at first, that was no longer the case. Those who had had their fun within the Festival or elsewhere were likely to depart from there now, off to wherever their fortunes lay, or rather in some cases, wherever a more attentive focus would eventually be placed upon. The Festival had raged on for what seemed like almost a month now, with many people having gone to it and returned now from it. The focus was less emphasized there as it was coming to a close, and ironically enough, it stood to be the key place for her to go, at least for now. Before it became summer, she was off again, leaving Baska for the Flower Festival in Orchidia.
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