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[color=#758173]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=#758173]Location:[/color] Summer Solstice Celebration at Lover's Lake
[color=#758173]Attire:[/color] [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1064772112633569330/1164804947922137088/2023-10-18_04_26_30.122-0700.png?ex=65448c24&is=65321724&hm=2add008cbb4990c0ac108e52d545fec28341e2f0517687ed09717f63b5bce288&]Outfit[/url]
[color=#758173]Interaction:[/color] [@FunnyGuy] Alexander, [@Lava Alckon] Farim, [@ReusableSword]Roman
[color=#758173]Mentions:[/color] [@InfiniteCosmos] Munir

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Mina stood before the polished mirror in her temporary dwelling, her eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and apprehension. The white linen dress she wore clung to her frame, its simplicity contrasted by the deep red face paint that adorned her skin. With precise strokes, she had marked her cheeks and chin in patterns honoring the customs of this sacred ceremony.

Her eyes, normally a bright blue color, were now rimmed with coal, giving her gaze a mysterious intensity. Stag horns, beautifully adorned with intricate carvings, crowned her head, their curves echoing the grace of nature's own creations. Her hair, a wild cascade of curls, was left untouched, the untamed locks flowing around her shoulders like a fiery waterfall.

Her mind traveled to earlier that day when she had been engaged in conversation with the enigmatic Alexander Deacon. [Color=gold]“I'm far more concerned with how you're doing. Something troubling you? Are you comfortable, Mina?"[/color] He'd asked her, her heart having skipped a beat briefly, before he continued. [Color=gold]“If you like, we could schedule something. Just you and I. No distractions… No discomforts.”[/color]

She'd began giving him a reassuring smile, finding it flattering that he was so concerned for her well-being, whether it was genuine or not. [color=#758173]"I'm quite alright, I promise. I'm a big, tough girl. I can tie my own heels and everything."[/color] There was quite a bit a cheekiness to her words and she was getting ready to banter more when she'd noticed her uncle looking her way shortly after he had given Munir's bodyguard a letter and she let out a soft sigh. [color=#758173]"That sounds like a lovely idea, perhaps we can arrange a time to have some tea. I'd also like to meet your wife. However, it seems my uncle is in need of my presence."[/color] Indeed, the older man had seemed to be beckoning Mina over with his gaze. She'd dipped into a curtsy while informing Alexander she'd be in touch and then bid him farewell before heading over to her uncle. The rest of the day had been uneventful after that, spending it preparing for this moment right now.

Taking a deep breath, she felt a mixture of anticipation and reverence settle within her. This was not just a celebration; it was a connection to something primal, something deep-rooted in the earth beneath her feet and the vast sky above. She adjusted the horns on her head one final time, ensuring they sat securely amidst her curls, and then turned away from the mirror.

The air outside was alive with anticipation, carrying the scent of earth and pine. As she made her way towards the gathering, she felt a sense of unity with the land, with the people around her, and with the ancient spirits that they would soon call upon. Her barefooted steps were purposeful yet light, her heart echoing the beat of drums that resonated through the forest.

The setting sun cast a warm glow over the assembly, painting the scene in hues of amber and gold. She found herself drawn to the fire pits that would soon be lit with flames, the thought of it already whispering secrets of the night to come. As she approached, her eyes met Roman's, and in that moment, she felt an unspoken understanding pass between them.

With a steadying breath, Mina moved towards her friend, ready to embrace the ancient traditions that awaited them. She passed Munir's cousin, Farim, giving him a brief nod of greeting as he left Roman. The weight of the stag horns on her head seemed to anchor her, grounding her spirit in the midst of the mystical energy that surrounded them.

The night was young, and the forest held its breath in anticipation of the rituals yet to unfold. And amidst it all, Mina stood, a living embodiment of the sacred connection between the earthly realm and the divine, ready to embrace the mysteries of the solstice celebration. [color=#758173]"You chose a beautiful spot, Roman. This place is perfect "[/color] She complimented him with a smile.