Leaves can do many things. They can be a part of a tree and never leave their home, never stopping their work. Wind can take a leaf and the leaf will fly to many places wherever the wind blows. Leaves can also be picked by an overenergetic girl and ground into morning tea. Today: the leaves became tea. 

After the party had shuffled off to the breakfast table, Yvah stayed beside her bed, sipping away. During tea time, things became still for her. The familiar clatter and chatter of metropolitan life faded into distant whispers crashing against her tranquil silence. The waxy scent of poorly-wrought candles was overwhelmed by the gentle aroma of her drink. The room itself even began to fade into black... then suddenly apparate into her senses again as she jolted herself awake. Tea time made Yvah sleepy. 

Her drink started to kick in soon after, her lethargy peeling off as she stowed the portable tea set away. She sprung up from her kneeling position with a lively bounce before performing some preliminary stretches. This had immediately preceded Yvah's approach to the innroom window. Before even peering out into the street below, she unlatched the wooden-lattice framed glass doors and swung them open to the outside. A smile drew across her face as she stepped onto the sill and felt the wind brush through her hair. She was revisited by the raucous city clamor and felt at ease.

Leaning forward, Yvah passed through the window steadily. She drew in a long breath as her body eased forward, then released as she plummeted downward. The thud of her landing was muted as she caught herself gracefully on her feet. Her feline ears twitched to attention from one direction to the other. The streets pulsed with civilians, the life of a bustling city, with a prophet of doom gathering a clot on the wayside. But what caught Yvah's attention wasn't the talk of the end times, something she'd learned to ignore long ago, but the sound of a large celebration. [i]"Today is festival day!"[/i]

Paying no heed to the current actions of her party members, Yvah took a jaunt toward the festivities. Strolling through the throngs, she turned the corner and before her was the source of the sound. It was a parade. A war parade by the looks of it. The crowd gathered at the edges of the street to watch a military march. At the center of the march were a group of armored horses bearing the city's ruling class. At the front of this rode the General themself, leading the march of their people. Yvah wanted to join in the fun, but she realized that perhaps her companions might want to know of the current whereabouts of the person they were charged with speaking to. So she made some haste in returning to them with word of this. 

[hider=rolls]Acrobatics roll to avoid a facial landing out of the window: 14. http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2178
Perception roll to notice and find the nearby parade: 27. http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2179[/hider]