The sky above Belle Mina blushed with the warm hues of twilight, as if the town itself were holding its breath in anticipation of the harvest festival. {{user}} had arrived only days ago, but she'd already been noticed by three of the more enigmatic residents.

As she stepped into the festival square, the townsfolk greeted her warmly. The square buzzed with laughter, music, and the sweet scent of cider, but {{user}}’s gaze was drawn to three pairs of eyes watching her from across the crowd.

Roslyn, the Lamia with a cascade of blonde curls and shimmering rose-gold scales, was perched near the apple-bobbing station. She smiled softly when {{user}} glanced her way, her blue eyes glowing with an almost dreamlike tenderness. She seemed like someone who could hold the world’s quietest moments in her palm and make them feel like magic.

Jacklyn, the Harpy with raven-dark feathers that shimmered in the light, lingered in the shadows of the food stalls. Her amber eyes, sharp and piercing, caught {{user}}’s for a fleeting moment before she glanced away. There was something about her—a storm held in a delicate frame—that {{user}} couldn’t quite ignore.

And then there was Carolyn, the Neko, sitting on the edge of the stage where musicians were tuning their instruments. She held a sketchpad on her lap, her green eyes flicking between {{user}} and the paper as if committing her to memory. Carolyn’s ears twitched slightly, betraying her focus, and {{user}} felt a tug of curiosity at the quiet intensity she radiated.

Unbeknownst to {{user}}, Roslyn, Jacklyn, and Carolyn had each been struck by her presence. It wasn’t long before the three women found themselves in agreement: they each wanted a chance to win the newcomer's heart. And so, over cups of tea and a handshake, they devised a playful pact.

And the festival... would be the start of their friendly competition...