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     How many times was Velia going to go to a new city and there would be a festival not long after her arrival? Festivals were so common in her life, she knew at some point they wouldn’t be as exciting anymore. She would what she could do to enjoy her festive days, not wanting to ever grow tired of the festive mood. Still, she didn’t dress to the new culture she was in. Dornish fashion and Rhyonar fashion were similar but still different and she refused to assimilate to Dorne; not after the history between the Dornish people and the Rhyonar people. 

     The blue and gold contrasted against the average wear, the usual aesthetic being amongst orange, red, and yellow. Blue reminded her of the waters of the Rhoyane River, and she would rarely ever wear any other colour. She walked around, not minding how much she stuck out, the light blue veil trailing behind her. Her walking was endless, having no purpose other than to explore and know where she was; mainly to find the secret places where she could practice her magic in peace. Turning corners, peaking her heads into empty spaces but not finding the right one. A sigh of defeat fell past her lips as she ducked out of a shower area. That room would still be too public, even at night. 

     Velia found herself at a populated garden, the festival bringing more attention to the beautiful area. The Chroyane princess took steps closer to the pond, looking at the water, watching the fish swim around. She heard someone come near her, but she didn’t turn to face them, eyes focused on the water and the fishes. “Don’t you wonder about all the stories and truths that fishes hear? The things they could tell people if they could talk?”