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Emilia Vollan
An Arctic Merrow
Location:CarnivalxxxxxxxWith:Hanon, Mrs. Hatter xxxxxxxOutfit+Form:Evening Wear 1
The sandy terrain eventually give away to a boardwalk that led all the way to the carnival. Save for the flashlight app on her phone, it was the carnival’s bright light that guided her trek. Emilia breathed a sigh of relief once she stepped onto the main walkway. “My feet were beginning to kill me.” Her murmured complaint was lost to the unsympathetic weathered wood boards of the carnival. The flurry of activities around the brunette temporarily took her mind off from her aching soles as she admired the attraction from where she was seated. It had been four years and still she wasn’t fully accustomed to traveling on her two legs.
The woman allowed a few more minutes to passed before deemed it was tolerable to walk again. Aside from a couple distractions by vendors and other carnival-goers, Emilia spotted her target near the cotton candy vendor. “Mrs. Hatter, ” she greeted with a smile, making a beeline for the green hair woman. "I finally found you. ” She paused, following the other woman’s line of vision before her attention returned back to the latter. Seconds passed before the brunette turned with a smile towards the cotton candy vendor. “Hello. May I get two cotton candies? A blue and a pink one, please.” As Emilia waited on the seller, she returned her attention to Mrs. Hatter. “Would you like some of mine? I always have trouble trying to settle on only one flavor. One of them is vanilla and the other one is raspberry. " She paused, lips pursing slightly at that train of thought. “Or so they say. But I can't have too much. She sighed dolefully. “My figure. "
Her attention shifted at the arrival of a familiar face. “Hanon,” Emilia greeted with some surprise, turning towards the blue hair girl just as the brunette paid for both cotton candies. She held them outwards for Mrs. Hatter to take while the former spoke to Hanon. “Is Lucia, going around with her boyfriend? Oh. Could you let Nikora know we found her sister? She is probably worried sick about Lucia.” Over Hanon's shoulder, was another one of the gamer operators with tempting prizes perched on shelves on display. As desirable as some of the plushes were, there was the possibility of getting "wet" which the woman had little interest for.
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