smash_logs | [Open Log] Seas of pink are back again~

Who: You!
What: Cherry Blossom Festival
When: April 10th - 18th
Where: All over town & campus. Wherever you find a cherry tree.
Rating: Flower power.

Pink is everywhere. No matter where you look, you're sure to see the signs of soft pink and white blossoms. There's a fresh spark of life filling the air and just beckoning for everyone to come outside and enjoy the sweet scents of spring. Well, except for you, people with springtime allergies. They just want to make you miserable. But perhaps for everyone else, it was a wonderful amazing time to be had.

There are wonderful spots for picnicking! Frolic inducing atmosphere and the space to do it! Every so often you will see vendors selling treats for the event! Cosplayers taking advantage of their natural environments for photo ops! Hot date spots! Blossoms! Sparkles! Everywhere! Even when it rains.

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Now this was relaxing.

Sable had laid out a nice picnic blanket under the shade of one rather large blossom tree, drinking some coffee in a traveler cup and her knitting needles in the middle of making a hat right beside her. Sure, there were plenty of petals falling on her blanket and on her face and in her cup, but she didn't care. She was in a state of pure bliss.

Actually, she didn't really move from under that tree throughout the time of the festival. Chances are you'd only find her there if you went looking for her!

Maybe someone was looking for you.

Maybe just before you sat down.

Someone had been following you.

See, a needle from your bag had fallen to the ground, and in the midst of the large crowds. Connor managed to see the needle just in time before a festival goer would have knocked it aside and not even notice. Connor didn't really have to use his tracking skills. All he had to do was make sure he didn't lose sight of the critter through the crowd.

A lady(?) animal with sewing needles was really one of the least weird things he had seen here.

She would have been setting up her station when Connor would have shown up. Politely, he got her attention.

"Pardon me...miss?"

Sable heard Connor's voice as she unfurled her blanket and turned right at him. Oh! Now, who was this? Sable tried to think if she'd met him before elsewhere, but her mind came up as a huge blank. Well...it had to be someone that was attended the school! Or at the very least, someone that lives in this city!

"Oh, ah...yes?" she replied, a bit timidly. Despite her time at the school helping her open up a bit, she was still pretty shy talking to others for the first time.

He didn't mean to make her nervous, then again, he was a large amount taller and larger than her. His robes probably didn't help. He assumed this was the reason. Again, he didn't really mean to come off strong if he did. This woman sounded like a supreme innocent, so he was trying to be as gentle and kind as possible.

He was good at that, after all.

Connor held out the needle and presented it to her carefully.

"You had dropped this, I believe. This is yours, correct?"

Connor did indeed look intimidating to Sable at first, but the way he presented her with one of her needles in a warm manner calmed her down a bit. It looked like he never meant to cause any harm in the first place. Looks can be pretty deceiving, after all!

Sable approached the man, and although she wasn't feeling as timid anymore, she still was blushing a little bit just out of embarrassment. "Oh my, yes it is! I didn't even realize that I dropped this...really, thank you so much."

She gingerly took the needle from Connor and inspected it. "Hee, I was planning on getting some knitting done, so this is just fantastic that you found it. It would've been hard to knit with just one needle!"

"The festival is very crowded by where the vendors are," Connor responded. "It was probably hard to notice." He tried to not make her feel bad or like she troubled him at all for it. It wasn't out of his way, anyway.

Oh good, she was missing this. Connor felt a lot better for helping her at least, and she didn't look so nervous anymore. In fact, she really perked up; especially when she started talking about knitting.

Sable might have noticed the tear on the seam in the bicep of his robes when she would have reached to grab the needle, something went unnoticed apparently. Or rather, he would've surely noticed when he went back to his place. The robes went through worse.

"It was of no trouble, I was glad to be of help."

Sable nodded in agreement as Connor was explaining. It all made sense; with all of the food stalls and the crowds, trying to find a needle in that place would be, well, trying to find a needle in a haystack! "Oh yes. If it wasn't for you, my needle might've been swept away from other people kicking it around! It's like you came at the right place at the right time."

Then, she heard it. That all too familiar tearing fabric sound. Her ears twitched and she perked up a bit. It wasn't too terribly hard to figure out where the sound came from.

"Oh, wait...before you head out anywhere, can I please check out your robes? I could've sworn I heard a tear..."

"Ah, well I," Connor suddenly spoke up. With how Sable perked, he must have hit a nerve. So was it a mere hobby, or was it something she built her whole life around? Knitting and tailoring, that is.

But she said she heard a tear, which concerned him, of course. His robes, again, have been through worse. It had seen many battles and was his very own keepsake; the only thing he wore other than his custodian suit here.

The robe was precious to him and his "kind", and he couldn't possibly trouble the woman for it.

Sure enough, he looked to see the tear itself on his arm. Not too bad, but, it was his robes and he wanted to get it fixed. He really just can't ask HER of that.

"Ah," Connor hummed out. "I have seemed to have gotten one...It is not something you have to be concerned with."

[Open Log] Seas of pink are back again~

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