Evidence of a Fine Feast of the Exceptional Rose

Heading through Tyrant's Garden, Delphine has decided that the Feast of the Exceptional Rose is a singular festival, one she's certainly glad she did not miss the whole of, though her means kept her from experiencing all of it. A discussion over a glass of (free) wine with a masked individual has made her aware of so many more activities happening all over the city, and no small number of odd gift giving habits as well. As she lifts her camera to take a photograph of a silhouetted pair sitting on a bench together in the comingled light of street lamp and fungus glow, she makes a small resolution with herself to save up enough to experience more of it next year.

She bends before the sight, lining up the elements of the picture she's captured in her mind with that of the lens. As she presses the button to take the photograph, some activity interrupts her scene, and she straightens with a huff at the retreating figure that felt it was necessary to go for a jaunt right through her artistry.

Another photo possibly wasted. She's nearing the last of her film, and without a dark room or developing solution - or the money to acquire the use of either of those - those photos will stay in unseen for some time. She's simply got to figure out how to save the money for her photography, as well as pay her rent and pay her benefactor.

With a sigh, Delphine restows her camera and heads north back towards Spite.