Penacony, the Planet of Festivities...
Home. It had been so long since Robin was home. But here she was, in the Golden Hour, one of the many Moments within Penacony's Dreamscape. Her brother Sunday had shown her what had changed for a brief time, before excusing himself. Matters that required the attention of the head of the Oak Family. Understanding as she was of her brother's responsibilities, Robin had merely smiled and wished him the best of luck.
She hadn't mentioned how her voice had started to falter again.
As much as she wanted to feel delighted that she was back home, Robin had a problem she needed to investigate. Why was her voice having this issue? Could THEY have found her wanting? Undeserving of the Harmony's blessing?
Or... or could it be that something was disturbing the Harmony itself?
Robin frowned. If that was the case, it could pose a serious threat to the upcoming Charmony Festival. She would need to investigate... carefully.
So lost in thought was she that she hadn't realized that someone had approached her. Startled, Robin whirled around, showing surprise for but a moment, before carefully adopting a pleasant smile.
I can't worry anyone, Robin told herself.
"Ah, welcome to Penacony!" Robin beamed. "Are you... are you enjoying yourself here, in the Golden Hour?"
Her voice had cracked midway through her question.
