[ Eifstide is not a festival Sylvain has paid a lot of attention to in his time here - it's not quite like the harvest festivals he's far more accustomed to back home, although he supposes a few of the themes still manage to be familiar.
He hadn't really intended to take part in much of the preparations or decorating for it, though. Mostly, he'd just been content to wander, to see what was new here. Honestly? He's a little surprise they're even celebrating, with a war looming. Something he's no more happy about now as he'd been about it back home.
But still, that familiar voice from off to his left is enough to have his steps slowing, then stopping, sure that his mind must be paying tricks on him. It's been so long since he'd heard it, he has to wonder if something is messing with him again. But when his eyes land on her familiar form, he goes still, his breath hitching in surprise - along with a complicated tumble of emotions at the familiar features. ]
oh my gourd is right >.>
He hadn't really intended to take part in much of the preparations or decorating for it, though. Mostly, he'd just been content to wander, to see what was new here. Honestly? He's a little surprise they're even celebrating, with a war looming. Something he's no more happy about now as he'd been about it back home.
But still, that familiar voice from off to his left is enough to have his steps slowing, then stopping, sure that his mind must be paying tricks on him. It's been so long since he'd heard it, he has to wonder if something is messing with him again. But when his eyes land on her familiar form, he goes still, his breath hitching in surprise - along with a complicated tumble of emotions at the familiar features. ]
...Mercedes?