The days passed at the conference a little slowly for Mischa, but that was to be expected. She’d gotten to walk through the central garden twice, once in the day and another at night. It was stunning, all lit up with the lights on, and she’d really liked it there. She’d gotten caught in the sprinkler system and laughed, found it very amusing.
She wasn’t the only one to get caught out in it either. Some of the Obsidian children had been out there waiting for it, and had run about laughing under the sprinkles playing in the water together. It had been a lovely sight to see as she'd headed back to her room, smiling the entire time. A part of her wondered if it was done like that on purpose; no warning given, or if it was just that those that lived here knew when the sprinklers would go off;
