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[b][color=be003a]Time:[/color][/b] 11am
[b][color=be003a]Location:[/color][/b] Sorian Festival
[b][color=be003a]Interactions:[/color][/b] Anyone who wants to

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The investigatory detour with the Captain proved fruitless, so General Carris took her leave to enjoy the rest of the day. She left the warehouses for the time being, with the knowledge that once Captain Durmand found something, she would need to hear about it herself. There were things in this land that needed to stay dead and buried, and things that needed to be brought to light among the eyes of a kingdom. Lyra Carris knew this. Who could know it better than here? She walked her way back to the street where the two first met and continued from there. It was no shock to Lyra that there were onlookers; Ordinary citizens that couldn't help but stare in curiosity at the formally dressed woman in a red and white uniform. The sword that rested against her side was a dead giveaway that she was somebody who [i]mattered. [/i] In this city, rumors spread like flames. She knew that much would not have changed at least.

When the church bells rang for the eleventh time, that was the reminder that Lyra had planned to attend the Sorian Festival. So, that was exactly what she did. The park was covered end-to-end in booths, crowds and children hyped up on sugar. All of these things pointed to a substantial amount of enjoyment to be had, and even a foreign Major General deserved time off every now and then, right? Lyra passed through the crowds, her eyes flicking from one spot to another as if by muscle memory, seeing what was happening around her to maintain situational awareness even during a festival. Lyra passed by the ring toss game which a small child was currently failing badly at. He was aiming for the furthest bottle to get the biggest prize, but the rings didn't fly straight.

[color=be003a]"Here, child. Let me."[/color] she told him as she paid for some rings, stepping up to throw them. With near-effortless flicks of her sword arm, she landed three rings on the same target, and won the largest prize in the entire game for the child who looked happier than anything she had ever seen. The child's mother thanked the General, and Lyra continued on having made someone's day. It was at that point she found her way to a stall selling a variety of popcorn. Lyra paid for toffee and salt, and supplied the woman with a rather bubbly compliment about her hair to get a little extra sprinkled on top. She then made her way to a bench and enjoyed her snack, throwing one knee-high booted leg over the other. A Major General had things to do, but she'd be damned if she didn't enjoy herself in the process.



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