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[color=gray][b]Time:[/b][/color] 2pm
[color=gray][b]Interactions:[/b][/color]  Moxi [@Zora] and Ana [@The Muse]
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Em was lightning on her feet as she bobbed and weaved through the festival crowd, darting through them with all the ease that a tiny girl could. A child yelped as she peeled out in front of them and whipped behind a bench and crouched low. Her blue eyes whisked over the scene for any sign of her irate brother. Fortunately, he was struggling to get through the rabble, which gave her enough time to find a better hiding spot. 

Some of the populace was recognizable to her. Notably, there was the sheriff sitting at the dunk tank, where he belonged. Then there was Reya, who she only really knew as the hot tavern owner that she saw sometimes in school. In fact there was an uncanny amount of attractive people out today, weirdly, or maybe she was just suffering from symptoms of heat stroke. Her brother was too close to that crowd though, so moved her gaze to the outskirts. [color=c4df9b][i]‘Ah, perfect!’[/i][/color] she thought to herself, as she spotted a tall man smoking some kind of cigar near the cornhole sets. Now that dude was a ghost, if she’d ever seen one. Probably didn’t have a single friend, and he likely wouldn’t mind someone like her using him for cover. Her little legs stealthy moved over to his position, carefully crouching behind him to make herself smaller than she already was. 

[i]Then some blonde bimbo walked up.[/i]  Where this guy was about as dull and unexciting as you could get, this chick was [i]radiant[/i]. Almost the prime example of a blonde bombshell as you could get around these parts, she was exactly the type of attention that Em [i]did not want[/i]. Knowing her brother, he’d see her and practically be crawling over here with his tongue out of his mouth. A wave of frustration washed over her, especially as this new lady began casually flirting with this boring, tall dude and obstructing her view of the crowd. [color=c4df9b][i]‘Holy shit, girl, have some self respect.’[/i][/color] Em thought to herself before popping up behind the giant blonde man. 

[color=c4df9b]“Sorry in advance, mister, but you’re a great hiding spot.”[/color] she quickly mentioned to the guy, her dainty hands lightly on his back as she peered beyond him, trying to glean any hint of her brother’s trajectory. Ol’ Blondey was really in the frickin’ way though.

[color=c4df9b]“Hey. Udders. Can you get lost?"[/color] Emily's blue eyes fixated on the bombshell, a cold gaze running up and down the woman's body. A lithe finger pointed out over the horizon, toward a barn. [color=c4df9b]"The cows are getting milked over there. Also the ice cream innuendo is super obvious and really weird. Please stop and get some help.”[/color] Em cruelly jabbed at the taller woman, pressing herself closer to the strange man like he was a wall. 

[color=c4df9b]"...You break your brother's guitar, turn him into a madman, and then 'Teets' over here is trying to blow your cover while embarrassing herself... What a day already."[/color] she muttered the sentence to herself with a sigh, tightening her grip on the man's back as she careened over his arm, practically ignoring his own sentience and any offence the blonde woman might've taken.