It's one Frea feels very strongly should be repeated every, oh, every six months or so. Brienne likes orderly things. They can put her on a yearly plan, one annual installment of Frea for the low low price of being wonderful.

There are so many kinds of people here: tree people, bird people, fairy people, mostly people-people. Brienne's far from the odd one out. The costumes, too, are often more outlandish than what Brienne's wearing. Is it good for her to feel ordinary sometimes?

They might have been made for each other, given how well all the edges of their personalities fit together. Frea glances over her shoulder from time to time, flashing glimpses of that bright smile of hers, crinkling around the corners of her lips and eyes betraying how genuine it is. When they've found a spot in the crowd she steps closer to Brienne, shifting her hold on her friend's hand without releasing it. "Are they? Poor me, coming in third," she teases. "Do you want to lead or shall I?"