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[somethingrevolutionary]

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[somethingrevolutionary]

The days pass quickly, and Mel finds that Thursday morning comes around quickly. She prepares everything at her studio in advance—for painting, mind you—before making her way to the lake. It isn't terribly far, and it's a beautiful day. Flowers no longer haunt everyone's footsteps, so that the forest could be full of the trailing paths where everyone had been. It's better for privacy but removes a little art from the world. Ah, there's a solution for that.

Mel arrives on time, dressed as usual in fashionable clothes that showcase her golden tattoos. Painting is no excuse for any less effort, and even her time in Folkmore hasn't changed her preferences. While there's a few people at the lake, Mel makes her way around. She has the fortune that this person might actually be a bard, and—

That may be too on the nose, but given the appearance of someone with ribbons, Mel smiles. Her instinct has always led her true, so she waves to get the woman's attention. "Good morning," Mel says, "I am Mel Medarda, and I believe we have... a date."