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When Melou brings Angela back into the castle it's around about when dinner would normally be served. However, it's a festival day, so the household has already eaten, in order to be able to head outside for the evening's games.

He pulls her into his room, obviously excited, and starts rummaging through a trunk.

"Get you your mask in just a minute."

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He grabs an apple for each of them and also another ale as they pass those barrels on their way closer to the giant fire.

He finds a good spot not too close, because it's throwing off a lot of heat, and settles down on the ground motioning for her to join him.

Ooh, warm and toasty. She drops down beside him and runs her fingers through her hair to allow it to dry more easily. It won't take long in this heat, and besides, she wants him to be able to run his fingers through it later.

It's lovely and warm, right here, and Angela takes a bite of her apple, leaning against him.

They just sit there for a while, drinking and basking in the glow of the fire and listening to those around them.

A tall woman walks behind them and rests a hand on Melou's head for just a few seconds before continuing on her way. He smiles after her.

It's a really nice interlude, and everyone seems cheerful and happy--including the person sitting next to her, who is the only one she's really concerned about.

She watches his mother walk past. She's still pretty as ever, and looking slightly happier than the last time Angela was here. She leans her head on Melou's shoulder after she's passed, wondering if his mother remembers her at all.

She's a little too nervous to ask.

And Melou says nothing about it.

As happens with gatherings such as this, the younger crowd separates off by themselves. He nods to a group a fair bit off from the fire, but still visible.

"Ready to run?"

She grins. "Okay, I think so." This dress really isn't conducive to running, but Angela thinks she can manage pretty well.

After all, she's tall. Melou's taller, though.

He helps her up and starts toward the darker area, where there is already a rather wild chase happening, with the prerequisite hollers and payful shrieks. Or several chases, actually.

"Rules are pretty simple. We chase you. We catch you, we get a kiss." Angela may notice the other girls are rather good at avoiding being caught.

Angela blushes a little. "Oh, dear," she says, laughing a little nervously.

She's going to have to employ a lot of trickiness not to get caught. Though she won't mind if Melou catches her, she will if anyone else does, so best not to get caught.

"And," he grins, "mask on."

Honestly, Melou's banking on her height being a deterrant. That and all the boys know she's his. The mask won't help, though.

Double oh, dear, Angela thinks, and slips the mask on, tying it tight.

Hike up those skirts and *run*. She grins at Melou. "Okay. Is there anywhere I shouldn't run?"

"I'd stay away from the fire. Easy to stumble, not being used to the mask and all." He sets his own on firmly.

"And try not to go too far away, either. Could get lost. As long as you can see other people, you should be all right."

She nods. "Okay." She takes a good look at him in the mask. "I get a head start, right?"

She hopes, anyway. Plus, she can't imagine it would be fun to just tackle a girl right at the start.

The chase is the thing.

Indeed it is.

"Just a little one." He grins. "Starting now."

And there she goes! There's something a bit wild about running away from boys under the moonlight, although the mask makes it hard to see and it gets a little hot under there.

She darts away from the woods, narrowly missing being caught, but she's not second ranked in her class only for powerful hits. The best way to avoid being hit (or kissed) is to simply not be there, after all.

It's a challenge to avoid the boys and also avoid running into any of her fellow girls, as well.

Melou watches her go, keeping a fairly good eye on her, and then darts into the action himself.

He catches a couple of girls, giving them each a quick peck on the cheek before spinning them off, giggling toward another boy. It's all about the system.

Angela's still a good few feet away.

And she's beginning to tire--it's more running than she usually does, and she's kicking herself for not training to run more of a distance. But it's still rather fun, though she does end up getting caught a couple of times.

She doesn't like that much.

Finally, strong arms wrap around her waist from behind and she's spun around to face a familiar grin.

"Got you."

She squeaks a bit until she recognizes that grin (which is unmistakable, really), and then she laughs, relaxing. "Got me fairly," she says, breathing quickly. She laughs a little. "Glad to stop running."

Melou takes his hard-earned kiss and then flops to the ground, taking her with him.

"Yeah. Just catch my breath and then fire jumping."

She giggles and puts her arms around him, resting her head on his chest as her heart and breathing slow. "That one I'll watch you." She grins.

"Good idea. Your dress would catch fire pretty quick." As anticipated, one of his hands goes right to her hair, stroking through the warm and now dry strands.

She giggles a little. "We wouldn't want that." She closes her eyes briefly as he strokes her hair.

"Nope. Not at all." He leans down and kisses the top of her head.

"Now come on." He gives her a squeeze. "We can rest in a bit."

She grins and gets up easily, brushing down her dress and cloak. "Okay." She holds out her hand to him.

Once on his feet again, he takes her hand and starts back to the main area. A smaller fire has been started and while they were running around, which some are still doing, others had begun leaping through the flames. The apple barrels, now only containing water, had been moved over as well. Just in case.

Melou sheds his shirt and hands it to Angela, along with his mask. "This doesn't take long." Aside from the wait, of course.