chasing the sun ( semi-open )

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Who: Lux Crownguard and others!
When: Throughout June
Where: Around town.
What: Quests and catch-all.
Warnings: N/A (will update if/when necessary)

o1. HAVE BIKE, WILL TRAVEL (talk travels).

[ Lux believes she's prepared for everything, and being a postwoman doesn't sound too hard. It could even be fun! What better way to get to know the city and the people living in it than by delivering mail. She's even dressed for the occasion, her hair tied back in a braid to keep it out of her way. A Demacian is always, always prepared—and for the most part, she is.

But Lux has never ridden a bicycle before. This is the first time she's seen one more than in passing, so that might put a damper on things. But she will not be deterred! It can't be any harder than riding a horse, right? That takes an immense amount of balance and upper body strength, so she should be fine.

Over the course of the first few days of the month, Lux can be find in various stages of either learning how to ride, wobbling slowly down the sidewalk (the mail bag is heavy and it's throwing off her balance), or simply pushing bicycle and bag like a cart while huffing. This poor girl could probably use training wheels, but they don't exist... or she's too stubborn to use them. Probably both. Help her or stay out of her way. ]

o2. HEARTS DANCE IN 3/4 TIME (arrangements for you).

[ Normally, Lux wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this. A respectable young lady like herself has a reputation to uphold, but there's no one here from Demacia to report back on what young Lady Crownguard chooses to do with her time. Which, as it turns out, is learning one of the local dances. So much could be said about a culture just by observing how they celebrate, and if asked, that's her reason for being here.

But honestly, it's been a long time since she's been able to enjoy something like this. The parties and galas around Snowdown were always so reserved, and as she got older, it became less about having fun, and more about who she would talk to. Who she would dance with. For once, she gets to decide, and that makes coming to this area of the city worth it.

Approaching the closest person she finds without a partner, she beams at them, looking like she's genuinely enjoying herself. ]

Did you want to give it a try? I think I've got the steps down.

[ She probably won't step on your toes, at least. ]

o3. FITTING IN LIKE A GLOVE.

[ Keeping herself busy, Lux chalks up the odd feeling to fatigue. She goes to great pains in order to keep her emotions in check, and after years of mantras and meditation, it has become second nature to her. But for some reason, she finds it more difficult to keep things even keel. Lux may not be blowing up at others, but she can feel her mood fluctuate, and with it a very familiar sensation that she had assumed would have gone away with the change in her powers.

Feeling like she could lose control, like the magic flowing within might force its way to the surface if she isn't careful. She can't let that happen; even if she knows she isn't in danger here, Lux isn't going to shake that fear overnight.

Which is what brings her to the shopping district, and as she stands in front of the window display of a somewhat high-end boutique, she vaguely fidgets with her hands, as if trying to make a decision. That was always where it started in the past, her light bubbling to the surface and shimmering unnaturally underneath her skin. She could deal with the physical discomfort, but she can't let people see her like that. But... ]

...I didn't think finding something would be this difficult.

[ There she goes, mumbling to herself. It's fine, no one is pay attention to her. Probably. ]

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[ Lux recognizes that voice right away, and it pulls a faint smile out of her as she forces her hands behind her back. While Lux can't necessarily feel it now, it would be awkward explaining the glow even to someone who she's friendly with, even knowing Petrana's views on magic. ]

It's very different from what we have back home. [ That isn't the question you were asked, Lux. ] Everything here is beautiful, but I'm not sure any of it would look good on me. It's all very... ornate.

[ Looking over at the older woman, Lux tilts her head quizzically. ]

What about you? I'm sure you wouldn't have any trouble finding something.

[ipseite]

( the small smile that petrana returns to her is a close-mouthed thing, but warm; they know each other too little yet to read much into either, but if this place has an excess of anything to gift to them then it seems to be time. even the handful of strangers she's becoming acquainted with are more people than she's spoken with unsupervised in—

good lord. a long time. )

I expect I should, ( is a wry answer. ) It's rather new to me—to need to. I've only ever had to choose clothes from my own wardrobe, not, ah, create one. I suppose it ought to provide something of a, a guide. Things are not so different I couldn't simply look for things such as I was given.

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[ Petrana's answer isn't surprising—Lux has already surmised that the both of them have come from somewhat similar upbringings. But for someone who very clearly wanted to strike out on her own, to do things her way despite how heart-poundingly terrifying that might be, picking out clothes should have been one of the easier decisions the older woman could make.

That only makes Lux smile wider, bright as the sun and offered freely to Petrana without hesitation or pretenses. ]

Then we should try a few things on and see what you like. I believe we may be the same size— [ Petrana is a little shorter, but not by enough to matter. ] So I imagine we can both find something if we look together.

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( there's a push and a pull between the self-assured competence with which petrana pushes forward and how keenly aware she has long been of the consequences for pushing too far. her ambition and her drive have always been given outlets; always, one way or another, she has played a role handed to her and striven to be truthful within its confines. she has always known which rules to follow and which she can bend, or break, or change—but she has always had rules.

she's never been alone, before. she's never not been beholden, and she had never had the expectation of the amount of freedom that spreads itself before her now. the adjustment is mostly beneath the surface, and it is slow, and awkward, and strange. most of all, it unsettles her not to know where the boundaries are, and to fear discovering them unpleasantly—

but that is unlikely to happen at a dressmaker. today it is a little challenge, only, and in most ways she'll be content to hew to the familiar. )

Well, excellent. Shall we inside, then? There are some things I intend to make for myself, once I've fabric and a sewing basket, but they can wait. Do you sew, much?

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[ The question is somewhat unexpected, even if Lux doesn't wear her surprise openly on her face. The only sign of that is in the way she blinks suddenly before pausing to consider her answer. ]

I haven't lately, but I probably should. I've been focusing more on my studies. [ A beat, as she pulls open the door and gestures for Petrana to enter. ] I don't like being caught unprepared, especially in a place like this.