After/concurrent with Nothing could possib-lie go wrong and Places One Doesn’t Go.
The fest was wild, and Spring and Lance were in the heart of it. A place like this didn’t need too much tangling – so many people here were already quite twisted up, wound in with other people, braided in with their own stories. But it was still fun to watch the tangles and knots, and it was still just a fun place to be, where nobody would look sideways at the girl with chaos tattooed on her chest or the handsome man in the very-well-fit pants and silky shirt who somehow seemed at home in the sea of tie-dye and batik, ripped denim and torn flannel.
“You look perfect,” Lance told her. “You’re aligned exactly with this place, did you know that?”
Spring stretched up, fingers tickling the air. “I know. This place is my place. It’s my people.” She dropped her arms so she could wiggle her fingers at a man covered in black-ink tattoos. “It’s like home, you know, like family? Can’t stand to spend all your time there, but it’s awesome when you go back for a bit.”
“Excuse me.” The voice cut across the cacophony, although it sounded both quiet and calm. “I believe you are mistaken about some important matters.” There was no speaker visible. The sound was coming from the back fence.
Spring grabbed Lance’s hand. “Speaking of family… we need to be over there. Now.”
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How many siblings does it take to correct an error?
Seems to be four!
<waits for Autumn>
Ah Winter, he stands out in a crowd. That voice. And I am liking the way that everyone is meeting up.
He does! Any crowd, really. The Place of Calm aura will do that!