[ She's gotten used to asking the warp pad to take her "after the Absol that just came through," because for reasons unknown, those directions work. Bertolt's voice attracts her attention while she has one hand fisted in her skirts, the other holding on to the brim of her hat, jogging across another intersection through crowds of people of all ages in costume. ]
Bertolt?
[ She doesn't seem him at first, expecting him in the clothing she's most familiar with; she knows better with the nature of this festival, and given her own get-up: the long, dark coat over the country-girl dress, her round lens glasses, her low pigtails and the sunhat to top it off. She winds through the crowd toward him ]
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Bertolt?
[ She doesn't seem him at first, expecting him in the clothing she's most familiar with; she knows better with the nature of this festival, and given her own get-up: the long, dark coat over the country-girl dress, her round lens glasses, her low pigtails and the sunhat to top it off. She winds through the crowd toward him ]
One of yours ran off too?