"Are you okay?" A woman's voice could be heard asking.
Jaune looks up from where he's vomiting, he sees a robed woman, holding a basket of food, looking down at him in concern.
Jaune was quick to stand. "W-what? I'm fine. I wasn't vomiting in this trash can."
The woman giggled lightly, placing one of her sleeved hand to her mouth. "Of course you weren't, my bad. Can I ask your name?"
"Jaune Arc." Jaune said, and physical fought back the urge to say- "Short, sweet, rolls of the tounge - ladies love it! Gah! Dammit!" Jaune chastised himself.
The woman giggled again, and reached a hand out for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, Jaune. I'm Laurel Apricot."
Jaune shaked her hand, and asked. "Are you just visiting for the Festival or are you from Vale?"
"I'm from a village in Mistral, a relative arranged for me to be here."
{Prologue End.}
It's The Mistral Woman from V6.
What? She only had a couple of seconds of screen time, and never even met Jaune?
Well, screw you. I think she deserves a shot at love.
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