[ With a hand under her chin, Adora contemplates the cloaks, making plenty of 'hmm' sounds of judgement as Hilda helps her search. In Bright Moon, especially lately, everything's a festival now that they can celebrate just to celebrate. ]

I'm living in the castle, Thorne. It seemed nice enough outside right now, but I haven't been here long enough to know when the seasons change.

[ She sort of hopes she won't be here that long, because she wants to go home to Catra, Glimmer, and Bow, but Adora's nothing if not an optimist. ]

I have a cape, but not a cloak, which isn't acceptable for the contest. I'll enter with you, but first I'll need something dramatic, something...bright. Bold. And not red.

[ Her cape is fine, but her Horde uniform, all that red—she really doesn't want to wear that much of it ever again. She may have been given just a few outfits, but it's the first time she hasn't been so...buttoned up. ]