Whitewater — Masques and Moonlight (Spring Thaw)

Larkspur cocked their head curiously shaking out their coat a little bit in an attempt to straighten out the outfit they'd (somewhat reluctantly) allowed themselves to be forced into in the name of this festival. They dropped down stretching out a little - at least the fabric was fluid and breathable, the tiny gilded chains swinging slowly at their flanks. They had decided to lean into the pirate garb, something partly because it was so open to interpretation and partly to honor where Reed and Balthazar apparently came from.  They had acquired a larger leather harness to hold a series of satchels (one for herbs, one for medicinal equipment and a cozy place for Folke to rest if it so chose) given they planned to use some of this equipment after the festival was over. They managed to find some of the bands that Reed had too, though their head-fur wasn't quite long enough to use any yet. Instead, they went with leather-shin guards and a heavy deep blue cloak to match their eyes that had cost them an entire stag carcass in trade. The mask they'd chosen was designed after a hawk, Larkspur donating their own molted feathers for the design around the edges leaving it mottled and brown. Their ears swiveled about while they lounged near the edge, frankly content to be creature-watching over actively poking through the stalls.  --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.