( You're damn right Clarissa Fairchild is here, rocking the best pastels and the most epic pair of shades. She's so ready for winter to be over that she's practically bursting with it. Even her backpack is pastel. And yes, she's eighteen, but no, she doesn't care.

Thankfully, she can show her face again now that all the singing has stopped, because guilt is terrible and also she has legs again! Legs that nudge anyone close by if they're eyeing up the kissing booth with interest. )

Are you going to give it a try?

( Later, when her stomach makes demands, Clary finds her way to the food stalls. Depending on how well she knows you she'll either encourage you to join her in a delicacy, or if you're one of her nearest and dearest she most definitely will feed you a tiny bit of cake because it's good. Or, you might find her sitting cross-legged on the grass somewhere, carefully sketching the people milling around. It's nice and peaceful, but she definitely won't mind being interrupted. Or offered a new model. )

( She had to run the race. What kind of Shadowhunter-slash-thrill-seeker-slash-artist would she be if she didn't. She doesn't even cheat with a speed rune, because the whole point is partaking and having fun. She is therefore absolutely covered in powder. It's possible Clary's usually sunny demeanour is even more shiney today. )

This is the best day!

( Potentially it could be. Either way, she's having a very nice time and will great everyone with over-enthusiastic hugs and kisses on cheeks. Because she's happy, okay. )

( I'm at athosing if you need anything. )