"Slayd said they were pretty excited about it," she agrees. "And the weather seemed to confirm that." Weird as it was. She'd been rained on, directly, for a little bit before a minor heat wave rolled through what seemed to be just her home. A strange way to make sure she was bathed, maybe, but-

"Ah," the blond mutters, looking down at her current garb. A long-sleeved white cotton top with a long, floral patterned skirt. "Just trying out the local style," she tries to lie, but doesn't yet realize Angeal is well-versed in her (poor) attempts to deflect like this. "I didn't have time to alter these before the festival like my other dress, so-! Modest it is."