honey & ota ( multiples welcome! )
Late that afternoon, Honey had donned her favorite Autumn colors for a day at the festival ─ and further time with Peter, if he decided to come. With the disappearances still fresh, turning one's brain off was easier said than done, but she figured it'd lift some of the weight at least.
Free of her contacts, a pair of white wayfarers were nudged up her nose as she perused the various booths, a half-eaten candy apple in hand.