Beauty was in the park, too, picking wild white asters for the kitchen table. The last days of summer were always beautiful, especially in the City. Since her trip to die Festung, her hair had grown shoulder-length, just to the point where it was too short to really do anything with it. She solved the whole mess by turning one of her long scarves into a headband, knotting the two ends at the base of her neck, and letting the loose ends hang down her spine.
Basket on one arm, she stooped down to pick a few of the white flowers she was chasing after, when the wind started tugging at the hem of her long dress. Grateful she'd chosen something that withstood the fingers of breeze that slid through the park, Beauty straightened up again and reached out one arm into the wind. She was thoroughly enjoying herself.
It was early enough that the dew was getting her toes wet, but that was all part of the fun. She was a little more worried about her sandals, so after the wind died down, she toed them off and picked them up, looping one finger through the straps of the tiny little things. It was then that she noticed a familiar figure on the sidewalk just a little ways away.
She never had met the mayor of the City, but everyone recognized him, she was sure. He'd been at the press conference for Thomas, and she'd seen him at the opening night for La Traviata. But she'd never introduced herself, and that seemed like a shame. There was no time like the present to meet him, though! She hurried along in the dew, grinning at the way the wet grass felt under her feet. Oh, today really was a lovely day.