[center][h3]Newjinsland Central Square[/h3]
[sub]Minutes are painful[/sub][/center]

     Ainra groaned audibly, sitting cross-legged on the roof of a merchant's cart, fingers tapping against the wooden roof in impatience. She was getting awfully sick of waiting for this festival to start, and several of the short round guards had started ignoring her after about the fourth time she pestered them about how much longer it was going to be. She had considered rolling one of them around to pass the time, but they had weapons, and she didn't feel like getting kicked out of the festival--or the town--before it even started.

     [color=forestgreen]"I came here to have fun and food, not sit around and stare at a curtain,"[/color] she grumbled, eyes wandering among the crowd. Apparently some fellow in yellow had run in expecting the fun to have started also. The empathy was real as he was shushed by one of the tiny ball guards. Maybe he'd be content in kicking one of them around with her for sport later.