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[h1][center][color=crimson]Lorelai De Windt[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Alas, hunting was not in the cards for the group, but that just meant Lorelai and company could focus all their attention on the coming festivities to come. And they were grand indeed, an affair equally alien as it felt western compared to their trip to venerable old Kyoto. Like stepping over into a picture book, where knightly orders were something one could openly speak of with admiration and not as a footnote of ages past. Where everything they had held contained in secret was just the norm in Arcanis. 

[color=crimson]"Almost makes me thing I was born in the wrong time. Or place...then again, I don't know if they have my brand of shampoo here."[/color] The blonde chirped to herself, finger to her chin as she looked upwards, visibly thinking over whether she could live somewhere without the means to care for her lengthy hair. She looked askance at Helena and considered that she was always meticulously well put together, but she was a noble. Did she have maids who did that for her on a daily basis? They'd probably be all traditional and wear those adorable frilly outfits. [color=crimson]"I'd look good in that. Heck, I'd make a great maid, period! Why doesn't Helena ask me to be-"[/color]

The tangent of a scatter brained blonde when waiting for the events in the long hall to begin were blessedly derailed by the grandest and burliest of men taking center stage and regailing them all with their oratory prowess. While they weren't anyone she'd known before coming here, or even the sovereign of her own nation for that matter, the Dutch-Japanese couldn't pull herself from their words if the group had attempted to drag her away. 

It was all so very straight forward and just! Oh how she loved it, leaping with joy as she cheered with the crowd as the festivities opened for all and people could do as they please with the commencement given. This left an excitable ditz fired up for a tournament and within easy reach of a sparring partner. With a lunge that brought them face to face she grasped Helena by the shoulder and shook her- Or was Lorelai simply vibrating so strongly it had the same effect?- to get her attention. 

[color=crimson]"We must train for the tournament! And while we're at it you can tell me what shampoo our maids use on you and were do they get those frilly aprons!"[/color][hr]

With a final look back at the family estate of her fair haired noble friend and the comforting presence of an iconic outfit resting in her luggage, Lorelai embraced the day of the tourney with a smile in spite of the numerous cuts marring her limbs beneath neatly applied bandages. Sparring with a fencer was bound to lead to her to being grazed frequently, but she thought it was good practise for facing enemies who were more dynamic and speedy then the towering monsters she'd found herself fighting till now. 

[color=crimson]"Today's the day I show a whole new world what the De Windt are made of!"[/color]