[center][h1]Phoebe Hyperion[/h1][/center]
	She didn't want to be here, in the middle of all these people. She could practically feel the happiness and the joy that radiated in the air, and she couldn't bear it. Someone like her shouldn't have to be among them, spoiling their happiness, because she was well aware that she did -- it was her personality. She was aware it was off-putting to many, even on normal days, but especially if they wanted to have fun. Still, she had no choice but to be here, and the days festivities were practically choking her. Days like today were times for people to celebrate, and she understood that, and it was because of that understanding that she wanted to stay away from days like these, because she could not find it in her to celebrate, not anything anymore. 

	Phoebe rarely left her room in the Guild Hall. In normal times, there were only three reasons for her to leave: for Jobs, to eat, and for supplies, and even then the latter two seldom happened, as Phoebe would sometimes just bring food to her room, and whenever she bought supplies, she purchased in bulk, enough so she wouldn't have to leave again for months, sometimes even a year.

	Unfortunately, it just so happened that today was the day she ran out of supplies. Now, reluctant as she was to do so, she had to go out and restock. She'd make quick purchases to last her the week and hopefully the festival, and then return.

	As for what she needed . . . vision lacrima's, alcohol, preferably wine and . . . flowers.

	Phoebe was in the town square, as most of the shops she regularly purchased from had temporarily moved locations, in order to attract more customers. It was here that a particular booth caught her eye. Well, rather than a booth, it was more accurate to say that it was a vibrant tangle of flowers and greens shaped like a booth. Flowers of every color, shape and size decorated the stand, and the fragrance that emanated from them together was both overpowering but still pleasant. 

	She stood there, admiring the sight and taking in its scent, before relaxing. Approaching the stand, Phoebe paused abruptly as she saw who [i]exactly[/i] was in charge.

	The Flower Queen of Golems Hand. Of course.

	She pursed her lips. She didn't have anything against the guild -- more to the point, she wasn't all to supportive of her own guild either. She was just [i]there[/i]. Despite her rank and relative infamy in her own guild, she had never really interacted much with them, not to mention bonded. In fact, her actions were so inconspicuous that outside of Harpy's Wing, she was practically an unknown.

	Still, that didn't mean that she didn't care what would happen to them. She owed a debt of gratitude to Harpy's Wing, and to its Guild Master for taking her in and giving her a place to live, and she always took steps to avoid inconveniencing them. If she tried to buy from this stall and it's owner realized that she was part of Harpy's Wing . . . well, she was aware of previous "disagreements" between members of the two guilds.

	However, Phoebe looked at the flowers on display and faltered. Clear as day, she could see flowers that she needed, some of which weren't even sold regularly here. Purple hyacinths, white lilies, dark crimson roses and carnations, all flowers she needed and obviously top quality, as can be expected from a Nature-mage her caliber.
	
	Just as she was hesitating to approach, another mage from Harpy's Wing approached the stand. It was someone she was vaguely familiar with, after all, the two of them were promoted to S-class at near the same time. She didn't know much about Goldas, but she did hear rumors, and from the way he acted, it didn't seem like he was keen on disproving them.

	Deciding that she may as well take advantage of his arrival, the girl quietly approached the stand, and tried to make her presence as small as possible.

	Hiding behind her bangs, she interrupted Goldas awkwardly and asked in the littlest voice possible: 

	"Excuse me . . . but how much for these flowers?" she said pointing to the ones she wanted. 

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