"Nonononononono." Siska gathered up a heavy bundle of fur in her arms, struggling to jog and keep it off the ground at the same time. She barely paid attention to all that she passed as she rushed through the tents and construction zones, looking for anyone that could help her. It was difficult to even see over the material, but she managed, somehow.
She didn't stop until she came across a face that she'd seen before, in passing. She was pretty sure that the conquest was a tailor, though how you could tell the difference when all the conquests were overly extravagant was beyond her. Either way, Siska dumped the pile of white fur in front of the filly and demanded, out of breath, "Please. This has a tear in it. You have to fix it."
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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