Enjoy the fresh air.

The three of you move on, though to nowhere in particular. Both you and Nyllia have the silent understanding that Xiaoqing seems to be enjoying the simple act of walking freely down the streets in her brand new dress, so you allow her to do just that. You have until the evening anyhow. There's plenty of time to waste. You might as well enjoy the crisp, fresh air of this autumn day in Avana, grab some food, and then begin preparations. Though you should probably find the queen sooner than later. You'll want to speak with her before the event begins.

Your meandering eventually leads you to a small, cozy park a ways from the market district. The grass is lush, and many flowers border the perimeter. Two trees grow tall, and between them a swing set has been built. Right in the center of the park are three brick walls and a wooden roof, creating a sort of gazebo, or a stage, the latter of which it seems to be currently used for as there's somebody presently standing there with a lute in-hand, filling the area with a calm and pleasant melody.

In front of the man playing are two young women sitting and chatting to one another. Though upon your arrival, their attention shifts.

Nyllia slips her feet from her heels and steps into the grass with a sigh. "Mmm. Call me a traditional elf, but this is always such a lovely feeling."

Xiaoqing watches. Then to imitate, she also removes her footwear and joins her. "I get it. They're lovely shoes, but not something I'd want to wear all day. And the grass feels really nice."

"I kinda lucked out," you say. "My boots are magic."

"Hmm. Interesting." Xiaoqing stares downward. "I had a feeling they were. Have you used their effects and I didn't notice?"

"You know the spell Feather Fall from D&D?"

"Ah. I thought you were going to say those boots from Terraria."

"Nah. They don't make me faster. I can just fall slower."

You turn to see one of the aforementioned girls approaching. She has quite a large set of melons, which you only notice because of how freely they bounce with every step she takes. Her friend watches eagerly from the foot of the stage. The poor girl before you seems completely flustered--unsure of what to say, or if she should even look you in the eyes. After fanning her scorching cheeks, she takes a deep breath and speaks at last. "H-Hi. You're Kyle, right?"

"That's right," you answer.

She purses her lips and falls silent for a moment. Then suddenly, she grabs her top, and pulls it up to her neck. Her massive tits spill out--no bra, no shame. "Can you sign my boobs?!"

"Holy--"

"Please? Here, I even brought my pen."

You look to the others, taken by surprise.

Nyllia tilts her head. "Why are you looking at us? It is your signature she desires. Hurry now. The breeze is chilly. You do not want her breasts to freeze."

"Right. I mean, yeah. Of course I can," you say as you take the pen from her hand. Then you do your best to sign Kyle Warren over the tall hills and valley between.

"...t-tickles..." she mumbles under her breath.

"There we go," you say with her pen offered back.

She lets her shirt fall back down, and then takes the pen in her hand. "Thank you so much. Wow. The other girls are not gonna believe this. You know, Redbloom Academy has never been the same since you showed up."

"Oh. You're a student there?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's still kinda stuck-up, but way less than it used to be. I never thought I'd survive it to be honest. My family is decently wealthy, but compared to a lot of the other students there, I feel like a chump. But it feels like it matters less now."

"This is a lovely park," comments Xiaoqing.

"I know, right? My family is originally from here. Apparently the shelter behind me there was completely destroyed in the attack, but it was recently rebuilt. The crazy thing though is it was done by one guy. Everyone coming together like that... I don't know. It makes me emotional."

"I wonder who was responsible for rebuilding it," you say.

"My friend and I were talking about that actually. We're pretty sure we know. Like, we just saw him. But we weren't sure, and he seemed waaay less approachable than you do."

"I would not mind finding out," Nyllia says. "Who did you think it was?"

She points blatantly to a man at the farthest end of the park, leaning behind one of the twin trees. You can't make anything out yet. It's no more than a dark figure, looming in the shade cast by the branches of orange leaves above.

"Huh. Thanks," you say. "We'll find out one way or another. In the meantime, I hope to see you at the speech later. And I'm happy to hear about Redbloom."

The girl bounces up and down with excitement. "Y-Yeah! Oh wow. I'm gonna feel so bad when I need to shower this off my chest. I gotta find somebody with one of those new YiivCam thingies. Get a Yiivshot before it wears off. Somebody's gotta have one somewhere, even if it's super expensive."

"A what?"

"Oh. It's like, a thing that lets you instantly capture what's in front of you, like somebody painting your portrait, except it's instant, and perfect. Crazy, huh?"

If I showed her our GameBoy, I wonder if her mind would explode.