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[color=gray][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Ana [@The Muse]
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Lugging a basket filled to the brim with books, snacks, motivational stickers, and a [i]large[/i] bottle of Fireball whiskey, Lily hoofed her way through the festival crowd. For the occasion, she’d dressed herself in a simple yellow sundress with black polka dots that she’d found at a thrift store not so long ago, complete with secondhand sandals. She carefully glanced around as she strode past the swelling number of people, looking expectantly for one of the newest members of their fair town: Ana Clair. Or was it Ana Rork? The mystery woman’s surname was unfortunately the victim of gossip’s tainted touch. All that Lily really knew about her was she was blonde, saint-like, and near average height, at least those were the traits that were most consistent amongst the school teacher’s rumors. 

As was tradition, Lily tried to greet as many newcomers as she could to Sanctuary with a gift basket, and this ‘Ana’ would be no exception! She had maybe spent a little more than she should have on the booze though. $18 for a half gallon of Fireball?! That was basically highway robbery! At least it was for a good cause. Hopefully this new woman loved cinnamon whiskey as much as herself because there was a [i]lot[/I] of it, and it would be such a shame to waste it!

The fair librarian peered at the auction’s crowd as it found its way to a conclusion, both hands entwined around her basket’s handle. Maybe it was a little too easy, but her brown eyes immediately fell on the blonde woman leaving the stage. Internally, she supposed it made sense for this newcomer to be up there. A date auction was a great way to meet new friends, after all! The prospect was entirely too terrifying for Lily’s liking though. Too many eyes. Too much pressure. No thank you!

A thin smile spread on Lily’s face, and started toward the lovely blonde. “Excuse me, miss!” she called out, hoping to get the woman’s attention. Her feet stopped before the stranger. [color=F5E5B7]“Are you… Ana Rork? The teachers at the academy have just been talking all about this new pretty blonde woman, and I just had to come and welcome you to our town!”[/color] Lily’s voice was soft and bright, suddenly holding the gift basket up for Ana to take. [color=F5E5B7]“This is for you, by the way!”[/color] 

Hopefully, she’d love it! There were books of every kind in there (including some [i]spicier[/i] reads for the lonely hearts out there). 

[color=#ff498c]“LEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!”[/color]

The uttered name caused Lily’s head to snap to her left. What she saw left her in a panicked daze: a familiar redhead was leaping into the arms of a phantom apparition of Levi Brooks. 

[color=#ff498c]“So a date, huh? I hope you have something fun planned! It’s been so long since we got together. I’m excited. I love surprises!”[/color]

Her now quivering hands dropped the basket she had been offering, her eyes widened in horror. From the basket, all the sweet treats and thoughtful gifts tumbled onto the ground as she had an awful realization: That was the [i]real[/i] Levi. Unable to tear her gaze away from him, she stood there, mouth agape and heart in her stomach. Lily thought she had gotten over this feeling, but she also never expected to see him again. She could feel a trickle of tears run down her cheek, unable to do anything but gawk at the terrible scene before her.