🌺 a — flower crowns. [With an overabundance of positive dreamotion energy radiating off of her lately, it's no wonder that Tifa has an excess of flowers to match. Everywhere she goes, they tend to follow, whether it's lilies of any colour imaginable, glowing star flowers, or white roses—wherever Tifa's feet go, there's bound to be a bud left behind.

So why not take advantage of the surplus and fashion crowns out of them, not unlike the ones others have been passing around, but with her own personal touch to them. With some help from the dogs who have accompanied her, Tifa has plucked and threaded all three of them together, carefully and skillfully braiding their stalks until they're shaped into something wearable and stylish.

Don't worry. She's made sure to snap the thorns from the roses first!

Wandering through the festival, it's with two flowery dogs—Rose and Aerona—in tow, trotting along at her side with small stacks of crowns balanced on their heads in search of anyone who might need a crown. Should they find someone that meets the criteria, they'll hear a small boof boof of disapproval from Rose.]

You're missing something.

[Although it should be noted that Tifa herself isn't wearing one either...]

🌺 b — flower maze. [Never one to shy away from a challenge, the flower maze sounds like a bit of fun!

And it is... until she gets so turned around that she winds up lost. With the petals shifting so suddenly and forcing her to go in directions she never intended, it becomes hard to remember which way she came. She's always prided herself at being fairly good at navigating—it's a skill needed in a place like the Midgar slums, where every road is narrow and winding, and could lead just about anywhere but at least back home, those paths would never change.

What's worse—she's lost sight of Aerona, who joined her in the maze after Rose ditched to find a place to rest beneath the flowery trees. Probably because she knew how much trouble this would be, smart girl, that one. The worst possible place to be a fan of digging would be in a flower maze that's practically come to life because the bushes have grown irritated and had shooed them apart, creating a wall between Tifa and the pup.

Should Tifa come across anyone, they'll have her rushing up, her hair looking a touch disheveled from all the fighting she's had to do.]

Have you seen a dog? About this big, sort of leafy...

[And if someone should find Aerona, they'll catch her in the act, and looking up, she'll bark in greeting... before going back to work. Better get to her fast, lest they get carried away by the shrubs, too!]

[Maybe you happened upon her at one of the many game booths, or maybe you were coerced into joining her for just one game. Either way, Tifa is all over them, participating in and challenging them to win some of the cute prizes they have to choose from.

It could be that she's losing her cool at the goose rings, trying to remain patient as the goose sculpture moves its head for the umpteenth time since she started playing. It's almost as if it can sense the frustrating simmering beneath the surface, made less conspicuous with the way the rings are growing hot to the touch to anyone's but her own...]

Stupid thing... [she grumbles beneath her breath.] Come on. We just need a few more.

[Or maybe it's at the bubble pop, where she's in higher spirits, and will turn to whoever has joined her in line at the booth.]

Think if we joined forces, we could win that big stuffed unicorn up there?

[Perhaps you're gearing up for the swan boat race, seated at the starting line in the boat with her. And the attendant places the whistle in his mouth, eyeing them and the many other contestants in their boats.]

You ready?

[Note: She'll be up for playing any of the games listed, or not listed if you have other ideas so feel free to wildcard this prompt up to your hearts content!]

🌺 a — dreamscape rooms. [This is an interpretation of "theatre" that Tifa could get behind. A fun adventure with someone else that doesn't involve scripts or tragic love stories (as far as she knows, and she hopes that it stays that way) sounds like an appealing way to pass the time. Being intrigued by the theatre herself, she would be remiss to say she wasn't at least a little interested in what these objectives could be.

So once she finds a partner—either a willing or unwilling one—she picks up one of the many books from the ground and flips through its pages, and although she knew that they would all be blank, her lips still turn down into a disappointed grimace.]

Well, guess it's time we write this one, yeah? You ready?

[Note: if there's a specific scenario that you would like to do, then let me know! Otherwise, I'll be randomizing them from the generator!]

🌺 b — book cages. [While Tifa herself will be fortunate enough to dodge the grips of the cages when not in a certain someone's presence, she can't say with confidence that others will be so lucky. Should anyone be snatched up by the pages in Tifa's presence, she won't hesitate to rush in to help... only to be swept away by vines that scrape at her skin when they attempt to shoo her. Here she thought she could take the easy route and simply leap up into the tree, but for as fast as she is, the vines are faster.]

Are you okay? [First and foremost.] Hang on, alright? I'm gonna... try and find a way up and get you out.

[Ideally without setting the entire tree on fire.]

[Well, being crowned the Flower King was an... unexpected development, to put lightly. While she knew of the nominations, and that a certain monkey boy was to blame for this, she had never expected to actually win it. And while it is more flattering and charming than she could put words to that anyone would think her deserving of any royalty title or crown (seriously, since when did she have so many good friends!?), it is excruciatingly embarrassing when she's magically transformed into the outfit this world has picked out for her for the day.

So embarrassing that she spends the next several hours hiding away from the festival. Not that it does her much good—those massive red and orange feathers can be seen for miles and make her stick out like a sore thumb. Not to mention... it's a hassle getting around when she's finally convinced to leave her house to at least try enjoying the last day of the festival, but she spends most of it untangling herself when the plumes on her head catch on low-hanging branches, or the wings on the roots of trees... Or other people. Assistance would be appreciated.

Please be sure to give her a wide berth when you see her coming. Or even if you'd like to visit and congratulate her as she tries to sit down on a bench near the river, where she hides away from all of the glitter pollen that's going around. Maybe give her a hand?

She feels as if all eyes are on her, and she doesn't know what to do about it, so unless approached or tangled up with someone else, Tifa will mostly be keeping to herself until the flowerworks at the end of the night, when she's nowhere to be found.]

[Tifa will be out and about throughout the second and third (mostly) days of the festival so feel free to bump into her at any of the activities, even if it isn't listed! The only thing she will be unavailable for are the fireworks at the end of the festival. If you'd like to plot something specific, feel free to reach out to me via PM, at my plotting comment or @ crystariums!]