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Flora loved carnival. It was one of her favorite parts of the year. The colors and the smells and the reverie never failed to lift her usually high spirits even further. Usually she spent it down in Florence with flowers wound through her long, dark curls, but this year was different. She had made the trip up to Venice to experience the celebration on a far more grand scale. The nymph had left her beloved flowers behind. Now her hair was tucked beneath a wig with curls the colors of fire, and her usually simple gown had been traded in for one of shocking red lace that twisted down into feathers that had been dyed that same red. Bright flames had been painted across her pale skin. The entire outfit was completed with an intricate, dark metal mask speckled with deep red stones. She looked like a phoenix who had landed down on earth as she walked through the crowd, sparkling eyes taking in the sights as she went. It was so much different than Florence. This felt larger than life, and Flora found herself wishing that the night would never end.