The blonde scanned her surroundings, asked people around her for directions to find her destination where a certain someone was in dire need of help, because the coordinates system wasn’t exactly perfect. Perhaps it was because of the whole festival going on, but the blonde eventually noticed the directions she received by the people around her weren’t quite... Accurate, either. That was a given considering the party, drinking and games happening. “Woebegone. What have you done, Quinn…” the blonde scratched her chin with her index finger. Her eyes widened as the realization she was approaching the problem at hand incorrectly.
She just had to look for his spiky green hair amidst the crowd. Sure, there were a lot of colors. But the blonde magecrafter was hesitantly confident(?) on her skills to find her party member. Eyes squinting on her surroundings, Indra tried her best to spot the green hedgehog… Except she spotted a zombiehog instead. Her hands reached out to him as she supported his right arm on her shoulders. “Strict. It appears I really cannot leave your side for a few hours, drunkhog. I am hereby declaring you may not drink any more alcohol during this festival, do you hear m-- Kyaa.”
Due to his awkward balance and wonky steps, they lost their balance and planted their face on the ground. Both of them covered in dirt, her monotone grumbling and Quinn’s zombified attempts at communication combined would make anyone mistake them for two risen lumbering in the Dark Harvest.
They had a long way to go before reaching the medical booths…
@Quinn
