sour patch kids — o, wkly task

[imperia]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]Fireworks. What are those? Some sort of fire show? Does someone swallow flame or leap through a ring of fire? All these thoughts race through the doe's mind as she gracefully maneuvers her way across the pebbled shores towards the group of creatures in the distance. Imperia is not sure how old she is, but she knows that time passes differently for fae so she must be decades older than most of these creature (she certainly doesn't feel like it). And yet, she has never before heard of fireworks. The ethereal doe moves silently, like a memory of someone who has already walked this path. Imperia spots two people she recognizes: Bastille and Suiteheart. Bast is the closest, so she considers taking a seat beside him before she remembers his discomfort at her joining. Believing that it was she who made him uncomfortable, the girl settles on the ground beside Suite. "Hello," she greets softly, flashing everyone, including Bastille, a warm smile before she directs her attention to the fireworks display.

Argentium eyes immediately lock upon the dazzling array of light and color. "Wow..." she mumurs, completely in awe. The loud booms and crackles make her flinch every time, but Peri ignores it as best as she can. "I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful.." Imperia might be hundreds of years old, but she looks like am infant experiencing life for the very first time. Normally, the girl shies away from thunderous noises, but the beauty makes it all worth it.