[ This festival has been a singularly delightful experience to Clair—so many peasants celebrating peasant things in such a peasant way! She's gotten a lot more used to this sort of thing since coming to El Nysa, of course, but there's still something so festive and lively about it all that she can't help but feel swept up in the energy. It's more... relaxed than the high society parties she grew up with. More earnest.

That's mostly why she's utterly taken in by the shaman that approaches them with all of his talk of bonds and powers—in fact, after her initial flustered reaction to the shaman declaring them a pair (ah...), she pretty much only hears the parts about the powers. ]

Surely there is no need for that! It seems that their standards for a [ er... ] pair are rather lax.

[ They're not a couple, after all! Why, how silly! So very silly... she averts her gaze, bringing a hand to her throat to fiddle with her new necklace. ]

I-In any case, do you believe he spoke the truth about increasing our strength with this pact?