open starter for the event @rwstarters
where: anywhere! walking along.
Imani wasn’t one for group activities, truthfully. She preffered her solitude, her select few friends, or perhaps even just her animals and her books, but after much coaxing from her mother, and the tempation of her comfort foods making an appearance, she was convinvced to attend the festival. She was eating a sugar plum tart from Soliel, something she could usually only get during the holiday season, walking along, singing softly along to the orchestras rendition of I’ll Be Home For Christmas. It was rare she was ever this social. Maybe the holidays brought out the best in her. She wasn’t one to share food, but after another bite she let out a soft, satisfied groan “You know, I’m much more of a summer girl generally, but I swear I wait all year for these tarts. You have to try it! Here,” she holds it out to the other “Just one bite.”










