[Iona has been spared encounters with the flowers – so far – but she is still in a thoroughly good mood considering her general state as of late. But this festival is... sorely needed. And reminds her a little of home. Her mood is made all the better with the appearance of her adopted brother. She beams up at him when she sees him, reaching out with a hand to drag him to join her should he take it.]
Hello, Dorian. I’m fantastic, at the moment. How are you?
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Hello, Dorian. I’m fantastic, at the moment. How are you?