Summer & OTA
Diana had been heading down Quail Ridge Lane simply to take a walk. She hadn't even heard of the celebration she'd somehow stumbled upon, but it looked to be quite fun. She was wearing a white sweater, so didn't bother taking one of the t-shirts that were available.
"What sort of celebration is this?" she asked the teenager nearby. Diana was looking rather curiously at the various colors available. It seemed as though people were expected to throw the colored powders at each other, but for what purpose?