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[color=af4052][i][b]Location[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] The Patch.
[color=af4052][i][b]Interactions[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Lina Calvo [@Prosaic]
[color=af4052][i][b]School of Magic[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Conjuration & Enchantment.
[color=af4052][i][b]Items[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Black dress / nothing.[img]https://i.imgur.com/Jn7tNIf.png[/img][/cell][cell]
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	Hanna spectated someone she had grown to love with immense enthusiasm. Every syllable that poured from the woman's lips rang true. The edges of Hanna's mouth stretched as wide as they could with a brightening smile. Not only did Lina's words elate the atmosphere all around them, but this was the [i]Spring Equinox[/i]. It was Hanna's absolute favorite time of the year. She had certainly dressed up for the occasion—a tightly fitted black dress with fur accents put her tantalizing shapes on full display, luscious hair bundled together in a flowy tail at her back, and dusky fox eyes to finalize the canine look. It was perhaps a bit chilly, but it would surely be worth it in the end.

	The pause did not go unnoticed. Hanna wanted to think that she had a unique connection with the Coven Head, but she also knew that half a year of knowing someone was fairly short. Regardless, the minuscule moment of respite in Lina's words did register with Hanna at a subconscious level, although clueless of any cause. On the surface of the event, however, things went by so fast in a haze of dopamine-riddled emotions, a cocktail of every feel-good chemical the brain could possibly produce, that Hanna thought nothing of it. She simply kept on smiling like the dimwit she was at times, fervently clapping her hands at the conclusion of the speech. The following show of light and dark was equally mesmerizing, but Hanna was drawn elsewhere.

	"[color=af4052]Oh-My-Ghawd, Lina, that was AM-azing! You're so good with words, I don't get it.[/color]" Hanna began with her endless blabbering, as usual, reaching with both hands to touch Lina's. "[color=af4052]I did the solitary ritual this morning, and there was something special about this year, this particular spring. I could feel it in every inch of my body. You know, that buzzing feeling you get after fasting for a day? It was sooo intense, and my vision of the [i]Spring Maiden[/i] was like a psychedelic trip! Not that I've ever taken mushrooms before. Do you think I should though? Isn't there some recipe for that? Anyway, BUT, my calling of the [i]Green Man[/i] was a bit strange. He appeared all rotten, almost burnt in a way, as well—do you know what that means? Oh, I almost forgot, I made Apple Pie for tonight! You've got to taste some. Let me fix you a plate.[/color]" She said and scurried away to one of the tents. Talking with Hanna was like talking to a [i]talking[/i] wall. One could ask if there was even a point or if she ever truly stopped. Either way, off she went before any questions could be answered and heard. Hanna had likely already forgotten what she had asked, but at some point, she would think of the questions again, and then proceed to pester the subject once more. She did not mean any ill will by it. This was the way the girl was as a person. Her mind rushed a thousand miles an hour in all directions at the same time. 

	Hanna trotted along amidst the attendees. The tent with all the food was likely Hanna's sanctuary and the place she would spend the rest of the evening if she could freely choose and ignore all other social obligations. She grabbed a clean kitchen knife to cut the apple pie with and a narrow spatula made out of metal to scoop the piece up. It was the first cut of the evening, at least for Hanna's pie. She would surely bother everyone she knew and every other person present with a tasting, but the big gal was first. However, after scooping the piece up and putting it on one of those throw-away paper plates, Hanna manage to hit the thing over while putting the tools away, and down all of it went onto the ground. "[color=af4052]Oh fucking Hell, you donkey.[/color]" Hanna muttered to herself, spitting out typical Gordon Ramsay slurs. She picked the plate up and removed some strings of grass and other things that had stuck onto the piece of the pie. She put it to the side while cutting a new piece for Lina.

	[color=703b44][i]Hmm... I wonder if someone still wants that piece. I should throw it away, right? Maybe it can be used for something—perhaps a potion that makes you less clumsy.[/i][/color] She thought to herself.

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