May 26, 2019
@werewitchsimon
Tristan was checking the ground’s inrouting transformers in the early morning when he saw a familiar face wandering around the barely open carnival. No one who wasn’t helping out should be around at this hour so it was fair to say that particular acquaintance was probably here to set up too. He paused what he was working on - thankfully nothing that couldn’t be paused at the moment - waved as she passed by. “Hey snail girl! Good to see you again! How’re you doing?” Honestly, still used to the big cities, he wasn’t expecting to runing her again, but clearly, things were much more different in small towns.