[center][h3]Newjinsland Central Square[/h3]
[sub]This festival sucks.[/sub][/center]

     Ainra rose an eyebrow, looking down from her perch at the young woman below her, nostrils flaring once. A little different from the common crowd, but she couldn't put her finger as to why. Older than her, although there was a chance she could have passed for younger. And maybe desperate, considering she decided to pick out the weird chick sitting on a cart to make small talk with.

     Guess everyone needs a friend, even if they're out of place. Ainra's mouth turned slightly when she mentioned reading though. It had to be the bookworm, didn't it. [color=forestgreen]"Um, well, hi I guess. The name's Ainra. I don't really know anyone around here either; I'm on a little vacation to here for the fun. Not that there is any, friggin' carnival taking forever to start... you probably could've stayed inside to read and missed nothing."[/color] As she just finished speaking though, the curtains finally flew open, and she sprung her attention back away from the girl and towards the stage. Finally, some entertainment.

     ...Until it was just another little ball man, shinier this time, with a few less-shiny ball men behind him. What was this, a carnival for giant dung beetles? She was about to start heckling, until whole army of the soldiers popped up all around. It didn't take a genius to know that being surrounded by soldiers was bad, and her eyes narrowed some, sliding off of the cart. [color=forestgreen]"... Scratch that. You would have missed plenty. Don't suppose you have any idea what's going on, Reiley?"[/color]