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[color=8882be][b][u]Summer 1, 12:00PM[/u][/b][/color][/center]
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[color=8882be]"Oh my god it's so hot.."[/color], the Librarian complained as she lugged a box of merchandise over to one of the stalls. She was glad that she decided to wear shorts instead of jeans today. It may be a day off for everyone, but as always the oldies were eager to get the festival all set up for tonight. While she understood that [i]someone[/i] needed to help get the stalls ready, she didn't really like the prospect of that someone being [i]her[/i]. "No you nitwit! That box goes behind the table, not on top of it!" The shouting had come from a nearby stall, but similar shouts were being made all over the place as though nearly everyone was doing their job incorrectly.

Now.. Rauha may be good at household duties, like cooking and cleaning; but lifting heavy objects and being shouted at by old people wasn't something she dealt with very well. Manual labour was completely out of the question if she was given a choice. She sighed in relief as she found the opportunity to escape the stall grounds for a lunch break. Sitting in a soft patch of grass under the shade of an old tree, she quickly brought out a sandwich and a book. She opened it to the bookmarked page and instantly became engrossed in it's contents, periodically taking bites out of her sandwich. 

Will the Prince betray his father's wishes and marry the peasant girl or will he be bound by duty and be married to the scheming princess from the West? Such an intriguing tale indeed. Nobody was going to stop Rauha from finding out. Hopefully anyway.