human
Tinasha:  It only took a few minutes of walking before she arrived at the settlement. The place was in full festival mode. People were crowded onto the narrow streets, with alcohol and food on offer everywhere. It was completely dark, but soft lights gleamed from every direction, giving the whole place a warm glow. The sound of children singing drifted from somewhere nearby. As Tinasha stood and paused at the entrance taking everything in, an unfamiliar middle-aged woman tapped her on the shoulder.
gpt
Woman:  “You’re here for the festival, aren’t you? Where have you come from?”
human
Tinasha:  “Farsas.”
gpt
Woman:  “Another faraway place… Well, you’re welcome here. Are you here alone?”
human
Tinasha:  “I came with someone, but he’s out gathering things in the forest.”
gpt
Woman:  “Ah, so you’ve got a boyfriend. Then you’ll need to change.”
human
Tinasha:  “What?” Before Tinasha could even ask why she needed to change, she was led away. The middle-aged woman brought Tinasha to the town gathering hall, where she guided the confused witch into a room jammed full of women changing. A chorus of admiring cries rose up from the women near the entrance.
gpt
Woman1:  “Wow, so gorgeous.”
human
Woman2:  “Heard she came from Farsas. So sophisticated.” The excited women ushered Tinasha into a chair before she could get a word in edgewise and set about applying makeup to her.
gpt
Tinasha:  “Um…”
human
Woman3:  “Don’t talk! I’m putting on your lipstick now.” All the ladies surrounding poor Tinasha appeared to be married. They gleefully painted her face. The younger women, on the other hand, were busy getting themselves ready. Tinasha wondered why she’d bothered coming to such a distant place when she could’ve been subjected to the same treatment back in the castle. She wanted to run away but knew that it’d upset the people attending to her. Partway through a little sigh, Tinasha’s eyes suddenly widened. Something had made contact with Oscar’s protective barrier. A slight fluctuation in magic reverberated within her.
gpt
Woman4:  “What’s wrong?” asked the woman powdering Tinasha’s face after noticing her darkened expression.
human
Tinasha:  “Nothing… I’m just worried about my companion.”
gpt
Woman5:  “He’s fine."