[Irena didn't understand the whole 'sacrifice' thing, but she'd had a starstone with her that she'd offered up for the fire. It seemed to be suitable? Her own hair has a few flowers in it, though Bunny had run off with one...]
[Not too worried, Irena wanders the festivities on her own. Probably what stands out most about her is the vibrant, multifaceted gem that rests on the back of her left wrist, held there like a flower by an array of wooden leaves that spirals up her arm.]
[She is playing with it, catching the fire's light in the gem and watching as little specks of colour reflect across the ground, and then up a woman who also has flowers in her hair. Bright-eyed and smiling wide, she offers a wave.]
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[Not too worried, Irena wanders the festivities on her own. Probably what stands out most about her is the vibrant, multifaceted gem that rests on the back of her left wrist, held there like a flower by an array of wooden leaves that spirals up her arm.]
[She is playing with it, catching the fire's light in the gem and watching as little specks of colour reflect across the ground, and then up a woman who also has flowers in her hair. Bright-eyed and smiling wide, she offers a wave.]
Hello!