Gaspard & Ciara (and Emlyn??) | Just After Noon | Town Circle
Ciara had not been at the Turning for long. For all that she had the previous day off and therefore did not need to sleep in, she still had to work that night. The last thing she needed was for her light to dim when it needed to shine brighter than ever; the new tax was now in effect after all.
So she had chosen a dress with the tax specifically in mind. Vibrant green was one of Canwyn’s sacred colours, but it didn’t hurt that it also brought out the colour in her eyes and was flattering enough to perhaps convince some people to pass by the Palace when the sun had set and they were in the mood for another form of celebration. Many chose to don festive crowns of flowers, but Ciara opted to fix her hair into a loose crown braid, and wove pale pink flowers through her dark tresses to complete the look.
Any Turning was a cause for celebration, but Canwyn’s was always Ciara’s favourite. And if there was any silver lining to the bombing that had otherwise caused so many undue hardship, it was the fact that they were all free. The single day spent with a missed injection was enough, Ciara could feel the difference in her voice already, though she had not yet sung. It boosted her mood, lifting her from the brooding darkness she had dwelled in for the last few days, and her normally mischievous smile appeared even more readily than usual when she spied a familiar face skulking on the perimeter of the Town Circle.
“So far as I am aware Gaspard, the gates at Belmont were opened yesterday. I don’t think there is any need for you to so try quite so hard to avoid notice, do you?”