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The sun was nice and high over the quiet city of vague murmuring, no sign of rain nor cloudy skies to dare ruin the annual Summer Festival. Typically held every year for the past few decades now, it was always an event that drew in people from neighboring towns and those that simply lived a few blocks away, a gathering of the community at large, all enjoying the nice weather and the lively atmosphere - so, of course, when the news came that the city simply couldn't afford to host it this year, some folks were worried it'd be a quiet summer.

Opal Bridges, it seemed, was so offended by the idea of not getting to force all her sisters into the same place for an entire day, she swooped in with the full financial backing of the Bridges Estate to ensure it would happen anyway. It didn't hurt that it was also good PR, but really, it was mostly because Opal was a woman who very much enjoyed a good, family-friendly event.

So, there the festival was, in full swing, and yet, despite all her attempts, Opal's sister's had all slipped through her fingers and into the event like water through her fingers.

In Amanda's defense, she hadn't meant to slip off at all, she'd just gotten a little sidetracked. She'd come here with her sisters, she knew that much, and she'd been with them, she was sure of it, for at least a little while - but the sheer volume of people, the smells, the sounds... It was all so beautiful, and horribly distracting, that she found herself halfway across downtown, and staring at painted wooden wind chimes and handmade jewelry.

How many bracelets could she, reasonably, wear? Already, she was nearly out of space, her wrists and ankles clinking and clanking with every move she made. Still, she looked at the shiny beads and polished stones, and thought, well, maybe just one more. And a necklace, maybe. And a pair of earrings to replace the one she'd lost this morning. And...

...

Didn't she have on shoes this morning? Where were her shoes? ...Was there a booth selling shoes here?

Tapping a forefinger to her chin in thought, as she stared intently at the rich brown of polished tiger's eye stones, Amanda found herself drifting off, her honey-brown third eye fluttering open for a brief second, the world around her blurring and fading.

*The sound of a key turning in a lock. The scent of lavender and old paper. A child's laughter, then silence. A door slamming shut. The taste of salt. The feeling of falling.*

Amanda blinked, and she was back. The vision had passed as quickly as it came - and it hadn't even brought a headache! Good luck for her, but, also - and this was maybe more pressing - What did any of that mean?

Looking over one shoulder, then the other, the coiled locks of her hair bouncing with the motion, Amanda realized she was alone at this particular booth. The vendor was helping someone else, and the few other browsers had moved on. She didn't know what she was even looking for, it wasn't like anyone else experienced what she did, but it was the same instinct as when you thought you heard something strange in your home.

...Well... She supposed she'd wait until she smelled lavender? Bracelets were more pressing.