[Pumpkin Festival] Until Peace Finds You (Eryn pls)

[Alice]

The little ghost girl was something completely different from the other people on the street – and she could feel it. Not only was she dead and they alive, but her world seemed also grey and stale in comparison to theirs which was bursting with colors. Even her tight, dark clothing and black hair expressed a huge contrast to their blue, white and opalescent dresses and skin. She was walking from the outskirts towards the center of the city, and soon passed decorated shop after decorated shop. There were many, yet not too many. The atmosphere was relaxed and cheerful, and groups could be seen standing at street’s corners and discussing about the exposed pieces of art, the events themselves or what they should explore and try out next. Many voices could be heard, although Eryn was also able to understand different statements if she paid enough attention. In front of a shop selling fragile and expensive glass work a few young Konti girls stood, inspected the drops and splashes of water, soft hills and rough lands, blazing fire and a few other things shaped and frozen in cooled glass. A set of small pumpkins was exposed too, apparently in honor of the festival. “That truly is beautiful. I didn’t realize she is that good”, one of the Konti spoke her thoughts. The second one flinched, ran a hand through her silvery hair and commented: “Yeah, of course she is, but, I mean, she’s kind of crazy after all. Mum said that there’s some strange kind of ghost or evil spirit haunting her. Better stay away from her.” The third, a few years younger than the first two, chuckled, apparently quite amused by the rumor. If Eryn remained near the shop for a while, she would perhaps recognize another Konti staring at the location across the street. She was wearing a long dress in blue and white, and her white hair was elegantly tied up and decorated with a few small, glittering shells. Something about her posture revealed that she was uneasy, pacing a few steps, then hesitating, glaring at the sign that read ‘The House of Glass’, hastily turning away and starting to pace again. What was her secret desire, or rather, why didn’t she approach the shop she paid so much attention to? And the girls who continued rambling about the glassblower – did they just like the thought of madness? Or chaos? Perhaps there was something more about them, or perhaps Eryn just liked them being as ruthless and cruel as only children could be.