[h3][i][center][u][color=red]~Gradon[/color][/u] [u]and[/u] [u][color=c0c0c0]Líadan~[/color][/u][/center][/i][/h3]
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It was yet another glorious day for the happy residents of Illuminate Academy. Well, to [url=http://i.imgur.com/o0REUyj.png]Gradon Giltwith[/url], that's what the other students looked like. Happy campers during the happy festival. Sure, some were quite nervous about the events planned for such an event, but most of others were just relieved that classes had been canceled; and that was enough for anyone to be happy. Walking around the outside area that would encompass the festival, Gradon caught snippets of students concerned about their lack of uniform and he frowned with confusion. Well he wasn't dressed in his school outfit given that it was supposed to be a fun day. Why were clothing regulations still being enforced again? Whatever. Just another thing he just didn't get. In any case, he wondered where the rest of his team was lingering around at, unware that he would be walking past one of them even now. 

[url=http://i.imgur.com/llH6W6u.jpg]Lìadan[/url] had recluded herself in a small, conspicuous place just in front of a pillar of the hall's entrance. She didn't really like seeing so much people walking around, making noise. If it wasn't for the fact that this social gathering was pretty much mandatory, she would've rushed to the library and dived into her latest find: Etymology II. It was such a wonderful experience to finally understand why different words were made like the way they existed now. At last, it made sense! But now, she was trapped by these... mobs of teenagers... and she couldn't walk past them without bumping into one or two of them. Unless those one or two were actually her assigned companions, just like the person that was passing right in front of him. Quickly reaching out towards him, Líadan's hand managed to take hold of his schoolmate's sleeve and gave what would've been a slight tug if it wasn't by the ensuing force provided by inertia. Well, at least that'd stop him.

[color=ed1c24]"Huh?"[/color] said Gradon, near halting in his step as his coat was gripped by something hard. It didn't take a rocket scientist-thank goodness he had enough sense to look around-to figure out that he was being summoned by a fellow friend. Or in this case, just stopped in place by none other than Líadan. [color=ed1c24]"Oh, greetings! I take it you're having fun like the other students?"[/color] he asked, obvlivious to the sound of puking somewhere off to the side. Someone poor soul had tried to eat at a more than shifty food booth with...interesting results.

The eerie girl meekly raised her hand to greet Gradon, which was the only indication she gave that she acknowledged his presence in front of her. She stared at him for a couple of seconds before the sound of someone barfing his lunch gained her attention for a few moments before it went back to her teammate. [color=c0c0c0]"I don't like them,"[/color] she quietly replied, and pointed with her head towards the generous student who decided to gift the floor with some regurgitated food. [color=c0c0c0]"Puking isn't fun."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Don't like them? But aren't these our fellow students Líadan?"[/color] the boy asked, not quite getting how anyone could dislike a group with similar interests to themself. [color=ed1c24]"Well, maybe the food could use a bit of work but I'm sure there's something here for you too. Aren't you supposed to have fun at festivals? Then again, festivals are supposed to be experienced with other people,"[/color] he said, voice drifting off as if to ponder this thought before he lit up with realization. [color=ed1c24]"I've got an idea. How about we find a booth where you can have fun at? Like maybe a book booth that sells...books? Not sure how we can find more people experience the fun with though...."[/color]

She shrugged at the statement he made about the fun in festivals, and shook her head in response to his proposal. [color=c0c0c0]"Those books are rubbish,"[/color] she bluntly stated [color=c0c0c0]"That booth should burn. Where are the others?"[/color] Even her tone of voice shifted with that statement, from oozing hatred and regret towards the mere existence of that booth, to an almost silent question coupled with eyes that don't seem to have been closed for at least a week. But the main issue still stood firm: Those books are rubbish, and that booth should burn.

[color=ed1c24]"Er, I don't think we're allowed to set fire to the booths. Also, did you know it's illegal to practice fire Dust in the terms? A technicality in the rule books....so, uh, where is our team actually,"[/color] said Gradon, looking around the area but not spotting either Marianne or Sill. [color=ed1c24]"But you do have a good point there. Festivals are supposed to have fun and groups of people with which to have fun with. That's it then. We're going to find our team Líadan and we're going to have fun!"[/color] Gradon said, already moving forward. He encouraged the girl to keep her grip on him because that way he wouldn't lose her in the bustling crowd. Maybe when the others were here, she could smile a bit more like the students around them. The young girl barely managed to maintain her hold on his sleeve before he darted inside the mass of students. More than happy... she seemed dizzy...