Downtown Raccolto was far busier than usual today...even for Annie, who was used to large crowds, was a bit stifled by the sheer amount of people packing themselves into the square. Was there any particular reason for all this commotion? She knew the Moon Festival was certainly creating a stir, but the more the Sceptile looked around the more she realized that she barely recognized any of these faces...there had to be a reason for that!
She was just leaving the nursery, carrying a cluster of succulents in a ceramic pot above her red head. She stuck out far above the crowd and was carefully making her way through the mass. The whole time, you could hear her say,
“...S’cuse me!...Sorry!...Whoops, my bad! Just gotta--get through here, sorry about your foot!”
Midas wasn’t so used to crowds, himself, but it was impertinent he brave the people of Raccolto today. After moving in only recently, he had found himself stuck in a not-so-structurally sound and not-so-