[Wearing all white, Jane joins in this particular event with as much energy as she can muster (which, for anyone who knows Jane, is a lot of energy). She has her hair tied up in a tight bun, though wisps of it easily shake free as she darts about with a paintbrush in one hand and her other kept free for the occasional balloon toss.

The young woman takes absolutely no prisoners in her giggling efforts to get paint on absolutely anyone she can, being far more fond of the neon colours than any others but really… any paint is good paint.

She has a tendency to go straight for people who don’t seem to have a lot of colour on them yet, or people who, perhaps, don’t really look sure of where to begin. So if you’re dithering around and unsure of how to start, perhaps the faint sensation of paint spattering across your back will help you out?]

They do make it sound a little grim when they put it like that, don’t they. [She muses aloud as she considers just what of herself she might be able to volunteer. After the fun in the town square she’s covered from head to foot in various different colours and looks around herself in mild bemusement for the nearest person.

Once they’re located, she lightly curls her fingers around their arm and drops her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. Why? Why not. It seems appropriate.]

What are you giving for this? I don’t think I took part in the last one.

[Jane does what any sensible person would do when all of the lights suddenly go out after a blinding flash.

She screams.

Luckily for anyone who happens to be standing near her, it’s only a short - if somewhat loud - scream of shock before she claps one hand over her mouth and feels her face heat with embarrassment.]

Sorry. [She mutters in the direction of whichever poor soul just had their ears blasted out, before slowly lowering her hands and blinking into the darkness. Jane steps to one side and promptly bumps into someone, flinching in surprise and letting out another little squeak.]

Eek!

[Oh, goodness, how embarrassing.]

I’m sorry! I’m still seeing spots!

[A small, brightly coloured lovebird hops back and forth near the edge of the golden field, its small eyes bright and fixed on the shining herbs. She’s only small, so isn’t feeling like she is going to be too much help here… but her mirror self certainly wouldn’t be any use, either.

Jane, mostly, is simply very excited to be a bird. She fluffs her feathers up and looks over the field to where the ouroboros nest lies, perhaps hopping up onto the shoulder of a taller familiar or person to get a look at where she needs to go.]

There must be something I can do, here. [She utters thoughtfully to herself.] Being small never stops real birds from doing things.

[ A wildcard! Find Jane at any other parts of the event, or chat to her mirror self. Jane’s mirror is pretty surly, rude, and dislikes animals, so likely won’t be of any use on the quest… but anyone’s welcome to come across her!]