[Dressed entirely in black but not looking like she really knows what to do with herself, Poison at first hovers around the edges of the town square as the other people present start to get into the spirit of things. Even with the weight of not being sure if she can ever go home taken off her she is still a reserved person not given to these kinds of displays, but… she has grown very tired of always sitting on the sidelines of things that could actually be fun if she would give it a try.

So, Poison picks up a couple of balloons and a paintbrush.

Unfortunately for anyone who might come into contact with her once she gets into the swing of it, Poison is highly competitive. Perhaps it comes from her deeply ingrained dislike of being wrong. It does look like she’s having a good time, a grin on her face and the occasional laugh or squeal as something hits her or paint splatters across her clothes, but it doesn’t look like she much cares who she hits or indeed where she hits them…

And maybe that ballooned was aimed just a little high. Sorry about your face.]

I still hate magic.

[Poison says this with a sigh, but with none of the real venom that such things might have at one time come with. She doesn’t think that she will ever trust anything to do with the fae but the problem is… everything here is to do with the fae, and maybe she just needs to start accepting that instead of being so irritable about it all the time.]

Huh? No, that’s not a confession. [She rubs her face as she looks to the (perhaps perplexed) face of the person closest to her.] But I think giving an actual part of my body up to this ritual is a stupid idea, so…

[So she should probably think of something. She frowns, rubbing the back of her neck.]

My… my name wasn’t always Poison. [That part isn’t really a secret, but the next part is.] When I was born, my parents called me Foxglove.

[Though she didn’t make the mistake of staring at the pillar of light for too long she did sneak a look for long enough that when complete darkness falls, all she can see is the stain of brightness left across her vision from the magic. That said, with how dark it is, it’s hard to tell if she has actually gone blind or not.

She puts a hand out in front of her, trying to feel for something solid and hitting a--... something. Something that feels a little soft and warm, and--]

Ah! [That something is probably a person.] What happened?

[She rubs her eyes, trying to see something in the dark. The worried murmur of people around her is all that she has to give her a clue of where to step next.]

It is completely dark, right..?

[Certain kinds of snake can swim. Poison’s familiar doesn’t happen to be one of those kinds of snakes, but that isn’t keeping her from lingering around the edge of the water trying to peer into its depths for a sign of the plant they need.]

I wonder-- [She says, her head craning out over the water. Her small forked tongue pokes out to taste the air.] If you can fish for these things.

[Not that anyone has a fishing rod on hand, but… a snake is kind of like a rope, right? Look, the idea has some merit, that’s all she’s saying.]

[Wildcard! Hit Poison up at any part of the event or meet her Lightdusk self, who is far more outwardly friendly but also a lot more cautious than her non-mirror self.]