[ Ada sits in a particular spot in the field, under the may trees. She wasn't quite able to participate in the midnight event -- she was long asleep by then, unfortunately, and Oz probably wouldn't have let her go at such a late time anyway. Still, it was all right, because there was the picnic today.
Holding her plate on her lap, Ada slowly eats, watching those near the maypole dance. The dance hasn't started yet -- but it will soon, and she's excited for it. Her own ribbon sash is neatly tied to her hair in the form of a bow. ]
I wonder what kind of dance it is they dance around the May Pole?
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Holding her plate on her lap, Ada slowly eats, watching those near the maypole dance. The dance hasn't started yet -- but it will soon, and she's excited for it. Her own ribbon sash is neatly tied to her hair in the form of a bow. ]
I wonder what kind of dance it is they dance around the May Pole?