[Merrion/open to mages in the parade]
Merrion had been left to his own devices when he dressed for the parade, for which he was relieved. He was certain Owena would have made sure that he wore something nice and elegant and yet simple instead of ridiculous anyway since he was representing the guild, but Merrion was more than happy that there was not a single voice raised in protest when he decided upon his favorite outfit, complete with the red hat with the white feather stuck in it and the cape that flowed from his shoulders. His rapier was sheathed at his side, and he wondered if he shouldn't have tried to get at least a fancier looking one for the spectacle. He hoped that the tassels of red, white, and black would be sufficient to hide that it was a sword who only saw action in the tower against the other red mages in training.
Sometimes Merrion wished that he was not in the parade at all but instead watching the bands and the musicians and the beautifully dressed actors and actresses and dignitaries go by, despite the fact that when he was a child and had just moved to Emillion to study magic he longed to be among those who marched. Still, it was not all bad. The smiling faces of the children as he tossed them candy, grins, and happy salutations was enough for him to enjoy every moment of the parade. Every so often, his eyes scanned the crowd to look for a familiar face to wave to, but the streets were jam-packed and it was beginning to become impossible to tell anyone apart. Still, he was ecstatic to be here with others from the guild, who all seemed to be enjoying themselves, too.