Mercy and OTA
It was a rare day when Angela traveled out of the familiar comforts of Summerbridge. But, if there were any reason, it would be to watch a friend compete in games of sport and skill. The doctor had followed Arthur from competition to competition, watching in the stands with a small sign that had his name emblazoned on it which she held up at every opportunity. The violence of the swordsmanship saw anxiety bubbling up from her gut, and some of the superhuman displays triggered her memory with days she'd, well, she'd hoped to forget. But no one was hurt and everyone was enjoying themselves. Altogether, though, it was far more enthusiasm than Angela Ziegler had displayed in her time in Preya.
With the competitions concluded, the good doctor took to walking around the fair. She was dressed in a butter-yellow summer dress with a tan bonnet tied onto her head, an arrangement of bright sunflowers pinned onto it. She applied a generous amount of sunscreen to her face, neck, shoulders, and arms (being a fair-skinned Swiss woman and hyper-conscious of her health). There was so much to see and try out, but Angela was drawn over to the food booths to try out the vendors and spoils of the baking competition. Placing the Arthur sign in a wicker basket that hung from one arm to free up her hands, she found herself snacking on some kind of flaky, berry pastry that was entirely too delicious to have in bulk.