CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, |
It could be said, without any doubt, that Cressida was glowing. Not literally, mind-- but through her face, her smiles, her gait and manner of laughing openly, more openly than she was used to. She'd passed the exams. She'd passed, and now, this weekend was for celebrating without restraint. (And also for ruining her gil purse.)
At some particular juncture, she disappeared around a corner from her brothers' line of sight, cutting her off from their watchful eye as she sifted through the hustle and bustle for tasty morsels. With a couple drinks inside of her already -- because what was moderation when she'd passed -- she felt it necessary to stop at nearly every tent to fawn over what looked impossibly delicious.
Eventually, the archer settled for a bag of raspberry and cheese strudels, wanting her hands mostly free, and as she brushed crumbs off on her leggings, she spotted a familiar face that decidedly did not belong to her brothers.
A grin surfaced. "Merri!" The cheery shout diminished into a quiet series of "Merri, Merri, Merri"s as she swam toward him, buzzing with excitement and happiness.