Marisol's POV:
When we woke up, we both grabbed a shower, separately this time. Sleeping in River's arms was actually really nice. It was certainly a plus to this whole situation. I was still uneasy about this whole festival thing and I still had a lot of questions. I borrowed a new shirt from Nina and a pair of jeans. One of the other women had a brush I could borrow, and I was able to finally brush through my curls. I pulled them up into a ponytail to keep out of the way. I met River downstairs for breakfast and he smiled.
"You look good in anything, don't you?" He grinned, and I could almost see his tail wagging again.
"I think you might be biased," I said simply, and he laughed.
"Perhaps. Still. I think you look nice." I blushed softly.
"I appreciate that." I ate in silence as peo
