[ It had not initially been part of Dawn's plan to actually attend this silly Renaissance Faire, but sometimes it's just too hard, even for her, to resist an opportunity to wear a fancy, pretty dress, no matter that the rest of circumstances seem to make no sense at all. At least this way she's getting a bit of fresh air in a (seemingly) much safer way than venturing into the forest, rather than spend hours endlessly pacing around the manor biting her polished, well-maintained cuticles to splinters.

Still, it's a bit awkward; Ren Faires have never really been her thing, so she grips her skirts tensely as she explores the grounds, frantically swerving the various obscenities taking place as best she can... which has lead her here, now, into Taggie's line of sight. The expression on the other woman's face is clearly recognizable for what it is, and Dawn just can't ignore the strangely maternal pull to intervene. ]

Oh, there you are! My goodness, I've been looking all over—

[ she says quickly, swooping close to put a hand on the other woman's arm. The vendor attempts to interrupt, but Dawn cuts him off with a sharp swipe of her hand in the universal gesture of wordlessly suggesting he talk to it instead. ]

Thank you, sir, but we're not interested in any of your smelly candles.