[All things considered, Caitlyn is definitely more at home in Springstar, but the Highstorm festivities really are more to her liking. This doesn't stop her from getting into the scene, flitting from place to place and taking in the music and everything else. The customs are unfamiliar, but the meaning ascribed to them is a bit like a few Piltovan holidays, which she finds comforting enough.
She stops to look at the vendor calling out to her, taking a step closer out of curiosity when a passerby's hand slips into view. If it weren't a celebration, she'd have been bothered by the proximity, but he's clearly in a party mood.]
I do lack a shovel and the other tools. [She gives the vendor a smaller smile, seeing his evident concern about losing a sale.] Have you a trowel, by chance?
[She pointedly steps clear of Howl, moving so that she can see both him and the vendor.]
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She stops to look at the vendor calling out to her, taking a step closer out of curiosity when a passerby's hand slips into view. If it weren't a celebration, she'd have been bothered by the proximity, but he's clearly in a party mood.]
I do lack a shovel and the other tools. [She gives the vendor a smaller smile, seeing his evident concern about losing a sale.] Have you a trowel, by chance?
[She pointedly steps clear of Howl, moving so that she can see both him and the vendor.]
Would you like one, as well?