Bek, as usual, was picking the fruits around the clearing as she had been told to by Magic, wanting to make a good impression. The juice of the strawberry’s off of the tree began to come off on her hands a bit, causing her to grimace and wipe some off on to her cape. “Y’know what audience, this isn’t ideal.. but I guess I have to make it up to them all somehow?” She spoke to her voices, hearing something behind her and pausing