9th of Spring, 516AV
When Endrykas settled on its new grounds, just a little into spring, the deliberate space left in the center of the transient city had begun to stir up excitement, which had been dampened by the consistent postponing of that season's festival.
Ixzo had of course been excited as well. The Kelvic always loved a good reason to party, although she remained a bit wary. She had a hard time mingling with the Drykas when they were in their right minds, she knew it would be more difficult when most of them were drunk.
Still the sun rose, and although she was trying to keep Iollu from bouncing with excitement, Ixzo was rushing a bit too. She hadn't hunted the night before, and although it was hard to sleep until sunrise, neglecting her sleep schedule, Ixzo had managed not to peak. She wanted to surprise herself.
It helped, when she and Iollu finally ducked out of the tent, draped in their most drab clothing as per tradition, that she had settled her tent on the far side of the city. Near the emerald clan, and the Hunter's Allegiance. Carrying her kills back while in lion-form was hard enough, she wanted easy access at least.
When they reached the large clearing in the center of the city, Ixzo was not surprised to find the Drykas had made use of the recent rains. Games were held in the mud pits that scattered the dips in the plains, where the animals had eaten the grass totally away. Ixzo wondered, briefly, if Caiyha would appreciate this, or even Semele. When the city moved on, a trail would surely remain.
Iollu ripped her hand away and was already running out of sight. She had kept the poor thing nearly locked up inside her tent. Of course the child took charge of the only animal that could bear to be near the lion, but after last season's events, Ixzo had been too worried to leave the child alone.
"Iollu!" She yelled immediately, as a reaction. This stopped the child just long enough to earn a hearty glare before she disappeared. Trying not to be too worried, Ixzo walked a little quicker in the direction Iollu had disappeared, but didn't run. She was sure, surrounded by Drykas, that Iollu would be safe. More than safe. Surely she would find her friends, if any where left, and be occupied for hours. The child knew where the tent was after all. But Ixzo almost wished she had her little translator with her. Iollu was always good at easing tension when it came up.
Even so it was not yet so crowded. People must still be taking care of their animals and family. Even though it was a festival, even though the games had begun, the city could not go completely on hold for a day, they lived too wild to do so. Looking above her, the Kelvic's silver eyes widened at the colorful banners crisscrossing above her. Food Vendor were just setting up, and a few feet away, an older Drykas was unwinding a huge length of rope, likely meant for some of the bigger tents in the city, and yet he was trying to lay it out in a line, snapping at stray children who tugged at the ends in order to annoy him.
While aweing at the setting up of the festival, Ixzo hadn't been paying attention to the path directly in front of her. With the uncomfortable thud of another being, Ixzo found her world tilting for only a moment before her legs shoved out to catch herself.
"Sorry, sorry!" She rushed immediately, reaching an arm out to grab the other woman's bicep in an attempt to steady her. It was still early in the day, surely the Drykas had not brought the spirits out yet? She didn't need a fight first thing in the morning. The other hand immediately reached up to her head. Finger weaving between the dreads, putting pressure on where she had seemingly just knocked heads with the freckled woman before her.
The New Life Celebration :
When Endrykas settled on its new grounds, just a little into spring, the deliberate space left in the center of the transient city had begun to stir up excitement, which had been dampened by the consistent postponing of that season's festival.
Ixzo had of course been excited as well. The Kelvic always loved a good reason to party, although she remained a bit wary. She had a hard time mingling with the Drykas when they were in their right minds, she knew it would be more difficult when most of them were drunk.
Still the sun rose, and although she was trying to keep Iollu from bouncing with excitement, Ixzo was rushing a bit too. She hadn't hunted the night before, and although it was hard to sleep until sunrise, neglecting her sleep schedule, Ixzo had managed not to peak. She wanted to surprise herself.
It helped, when she and Iollu finally ducked out of the tent, draped in their most drab clothing as per tradition, that she had settled her tent on the far side of the city. Near the emerald clan, and the Hunter's Allegiance. Carrying her kills back while in lion-form was hard enough, she wanted easy access at least.
When they reached the large clearing in the center of the city, Ixzo was not surprised to find the Drykas had made use of the recent rains. Games were held in the mud pits that scattered the dips in the plains, where the animals had eaten the grass totally away. Ixzo wondered, briefly, if Caiyha would appreciate this, or even Semele. When the city moved on, a trail would surely remain.
Iollu ripped her hand away and was already running out of sight. She had kept the poor thing nearly locked up inside her tent. Of course the child took charge of the only animal that could bear to be near the lion, but after last season's events, Ixzo had been too worried to leave the child alone.
"Iollu!" She yelled immediately, as a reaction. This stopped the child just long enough to earn a hearty glare before she disappeared. Trying not to be too worried, Ixzo walked a little quicker in the direction Iollu had disappeared, but didn't run. She was sure, surrounded by Drykas, that Iollu would be safe. More than safe. Surely she would find her friends, if any where left, and be occupied for hours. The child knew where the tent was after all. But Ixzo almost wished she had her little translator with her. Iollu was always good at easing tension when it came up.
Even so it was not yet so crowded. People must still be taking care of their animals and family. Even though it was a festival, even though the games had begun, the city could not go completely on hold for a day, they lived too wild to do so. Looking above her, the Kelvic's silver eyes widened at the colorful banners crisscrossing above her. Food Vendor were just setting up, and a few feet away, an older Drykas was unwinding a huge length of rope, likely meant for some of the bigger tents in the city, and yet he was trying to lay it out in a line, snapping at stray children who tugged at the ends in order to annoy him.
While aweing at the setting up of the festival, Ixzo hadn't been paying attention to the path directly in front of her. With the uncomfortable thud of another being, Ixzo found her world tilting for only a moment before her legs shoved out to catch herself.
"Sorry, sorry!" She rushed immediately, reaching an arm out to grab the other woman's bicep in an attempt to steady her. It was still early in the day, surely the Drykas had not brought the spirits out yet? She didn't need a fight first thing in the morning. The other hand immediately reached up to her head. Finger weaving between the dreads, putting pressure on where she had seemingly just knocked heads with the freckled woman before her.
Myrian | Pavi "Speech" Sign | Common | PC/NPC "Speech" Sign
