Fire Festival

[Guenièvre weaves her way through the throng of revelers, her passage going unnoticed…or at least no mind is paid to her. Without seeking an invitation, she carefully lowers herself into a kneeling position beside Mogget, close enough to pet him but not so foolish as to do so. Like her, he is fae and quite possibly a good deal more powerful than she. So, she sits for a while, wordlessly studying the flames along with him, before finally deciding to speak.]

Would you like some help with that? [By way of an explanation, she adds:] You seem to be having trouble with your… [Guenièvre inclines her head, gesturing towards her own flower crown. She could put his right, if he would like. Or perhaps remove it altogether?]