He had asked Kalique to meet him at the entrance of the festival and the entire stretch of road that was filled with activities. Altair was still surprised at himself for outright asking her out, but perhaps it was easier since he figured she would run for the hills soon anyway. The tiefling was standing around leaning against a tree, scrolling through his NalPhone. He was dressed casually, taking a nice break from his Imperial and royal duties. No one would recognize him here, and the festival was used to all races visiting.
There was a large lake to the side of a bridge where countless boats were cruising beneath lanterns floating in the sky. It was all cheesy frou frou stuff, but Altair had been a sap at some point. He briefly looked up from his NalPhone, spacing out as he stared at the boats.
@LadyRen