[center][h1][color=Burlywood]Kayla Johnston[/color][/h1]
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Wrapped up warmly against the cold autumn air, Kayla had found herself wandering the festival stalls mostly on a whim. It wasn't too busy, of course; most people were working around now, whereas her shift didn't start for another few hours. None of it was especially refined or professional, but that was the [i]point[/i] of all this, really. A community thing, where people could break out whatever crafts, personal projects, and home-cooked treats they'd been working on.

There were the regulars, the stalls that showed up year-in year-out with the same products, be they produce, homemade pottery, or the sweet stall that had provided her the bag of pick-and-mix she'd been snacking on as she wandered. And then there were the stalls that seemed to change every year, at least from the last couple times she'd been to the festival. Those were where she'd ended up wandering, her smile lazily content as she browsed over knitted scarves and homemade soaps.

She'd always enjoyed writing about the festival, although it'd be a while before she really got the chance to put an article together. Usually she'd wait until it was almost over before she bothered, for the sake of both having time to write it up and not accidentally sabotaging anyone with a bad review. Even if her blog was anonymous, bad blood wasn't something she wanted to cause, and most of the stuff looked fairly good. It took a good half-hour of wandering before she decided to sit down at the cafeteria - or rather, what passed for one. Really, it was just a series of food kiosks, set up near a collection of outdoor tables.

Most of the food was admittedly kind of overpriced, and the drinks [i]definitely[/i] were, although they weren't really an issue for her anyway. Considering the temperatures, the convenience of not needing to wander off and find a cafe to get her hands on something warm kind of helped with her enthusiasm anyway. The setup was at least comfy enough for her to sit around for a little while, too. Relatively sheltered from the bone-chilling wind that the day had brought, with only the occasional gust passing through to remind her how lucky it was she'd decided to bring a heavy jacket.

After a slightly sceptical glance over a couple of the stalls, she ordered a hot chocolate and took a seat, watching the world go by as she slowly finished her drink. It was pretty interesting, just sitting around to watch people go about their business, although thinking about it in those terms did make it seem slightly weirder than it was. There was a face or two she recognised going to and fro - she spotted Andrew, one of her regulars, at the bottle bar; his sister would no doubt be somewhere around here too.

Of course, the people she recognised were inevitably outnumbered by those she didn't, even as she tried to keep track of the familiar faces passing by. Knowing everyone in a town as decently-sized as Drumvar was pretty much impossible, far as she cared to find out. It was bad enough trying to keep track of everyone that visited the bar, never mind anything else.

Soon enough she'd be on her way again, anyway. There were a couple hours before she'd have to head back to her apartment and get ready for work, and there was no reason not to at least try and make the most of them. Couldn't just sit around watching people forever, after all.