The Departure of Morwen Festival, 511 AV (Closed)

[Coren]

Coren let out an annoyed sigh and just shook his head in disbelief as alea began to talk, if that wasn't done on purpose he clean the icewatch kelvic pens for the young ones, with his own tongue. “As long you act like a little girl, I will call you girl.” Coren simply responded at her petulant demand. “And if you keep acting like this I don't think I'll ever call you by your name.” He said in a blunt tone. Really hoping the little girl would get the hint and go annoy somebody else, he already had a bad day and it was probably going to get a lot worse when he had to go and explain why one of the statues was vandalized on his watch. Not even mentioning the fact the artist would probably whine his ears of at the loss of his precious statue. “Now if you don't have a problem with me just scram and go annoy somebody else. Unlike what you think.” If you think at all. Coren couldn't help but add in his mind. “I have important stuff to do and I don't have the time to entertain you.” After that he turned on his heel and began making his way through the crowd, walking back towards his post, hoping that whatever god was having fun with him today would give him a break and let that annoying thing leave him alone.

[Alea Davenport]

Coren really should have known better. Alea immediately began following him. "Entertaining me is easy, and hardly takes any time at all!" She was saying these things more to contrast what Coren said, rather than because they bore any resemblance to reality.

She happened to glance off to the side and saw on Vantha throw snow at another, and this gave her an excellent idea. She bent down and scooped up a handful of snow, hurling it at the back of Coren's head. The snow immediately disintegrated into a fine powder, which the wind blew back into Alea's face.

Sputtering, Alea brushed the snow off of her clothes. During her failed experiment, Coren had managed to get a bit ahead of her, so she hurried to catch up. Since throwing the snow was apparently not going to work, she'd have to try a different method. She scooped up another double-handful of snow, but this time, instead of throwing it, she reached up and dropped it on top of Coren's head.

[Nykko Lightstorm]

Nykko studied Gromms expression. Gromms eyes were brimming with ancient intelligence. How old did the Jamoura get to live anyways? Nykko asked himself. The fact was that Nykko did actually have some other business in this city, but he didn't know if he could trust Gromm.
But who else to trust he said to himself. Perhaps you should just get it off your chest.
Nykko's eyes turned from deep blue to a purple, then dark orange. "Well," he told Gromm, who was busy liking whale juices off his enormous fingers, " I have been haunted in my dreams as of late, happening once every week or so.
It happens like this:
I am in the middle of a snow storm, in the middle of nowhere. I see a figure walk towards me from afar. She is glowing and so beautiful.
It is a goddess, but her face both familiar and unfamiliar to me. She is walking towards me.
I feel her presence weighing down on me as she gets closer and my heart starts to beet faster and faster. This seems to go on for a long time, but she gets no closer to me than she was before.
Nykko's eyes turned red now.
"Then, all of a sudden," Nykko continued,
"She is just right there in front of me! Her sparkling eyes and her strong aura pressing down on me, but if feels so wonderful, a euphoric feeling of doom and nirvana. She bends down to speak to me, and her voice feels as if it passes right through me, down to my very bones. The strange thing is this. I cannot understand what she says. Every time I have this dream, it s the same thing. It is as if her voice was coming from the depths of the waters and through the ice."
He didn't realize that he had just revealed this to a complete stranger. He had really never told anyone this tale, just to himself. "I don't know what to do. Our Morwen is leaving us now, and I just wanted to see my Goddess. If anything, that would be enough for me." He sort of stared off into a crowd. His meat had gone cold. He shook his head and just grinned at Gromm.

[Coren]

“Let me rephrase,” Coren said offhandedly to alea, not even bothering . “I don't want to waste time entertaining you. Now stop following and go pester somebody else.” Coren stopped trying to give her slight hints that she wasn't wanted around him and just bluntly stated she wasn't wanted around here. Unfortunally for him, she either wasn't listening or just to dumb to get the idea even when pushed in her face and suddenly bumped a bunch of snow on his head. Or more specificly on the heavily furred hood covering it. Coren slowly turned around to face the litte girl, tapping his gnosis to melt the snow on his hood, the thick hood making sure that the could water didn't even reach him. “You really are an annoying little girl aren't you.” he said in a strained voice, really wanting to pay evil unto evil and shove her face first and shove as much snow in her neck as he could. But he was the adult of the two and he shouldn't be acting like a little kid in situations like these. That and if he shoved that much snow down her neck she probably wouldn't be able to shrug it off as easily as he or any other vantha could and he wasn't as cruel to do that when the icy winter that was coming already had the city in its grip. He gave her a firm glare. “Now get lost.”

[Alea Davenport]

Alea smiled back at Coren. Annoying him wasn't even hard, but it sure was entertaining. "That seems unlikely," she said in response to his suggestion. She intended to follow him all day if she had to. However, just getting told to go away constantly was a little boring, so she started humming to herself. The tune was entirely made up, and probably off-key (not that Alea noticed).

She was pretty curious about what he was doing that was soooo important, but he kept wasting time trying to get rid of her instead of doing whatever it was he had to do. "I'm starting to think you don't have anything important to do at all, and only said that to try to make me go away," she commented before returning to her humming.

[Coren]

Coren just grit his teeth and resisted the urge to smack the annoying little brat standing in front of him till she wouldn't be able to smile for weeks. He let out a strained sigh as he repeated the fact he was the adult here and that the should act like it in situations like these over and over in his mind, but that didn't make the idea of smacking her lose his luster. When she started humming he had the breef idea of pushing her towards a snowsong and see how the vanta would react to that attrocity of a song, but he just discarded it just as soon as he got it, he wanted to get rid of her, not traumatize some poor soul. He rolled her eyes at her logic. “I don't want to go where I'm needed with somebody like you trailing after me. You would most likely destroy all the statues I was supposed to help keep an eye on. Just like the vandal I was trying to catch, the one you helped get away.” He give her an annoyed stare as he said that. “Now I have to go up there and explain to the artist who made it why his ice statue is melted and why I haven't caught the vandal.” Coren paused as an idea suddenly shot through his mind, an evil grin slowly creeping on his masked face. But the fact he was planning something was easily seen in his eyes. “But if you really doubt I'm doing anything I'll show you.” He said in an impish tone before grabbed the little girl's arm and dragged her behind him as he began to walk towards the statue's again at a brusk pace. It seemed he had found a use for the annoying little girl after all.

[Alea Davenport]

For a moment, Alea thought she had achieved victory, that Coren had caved and was going to entertain her. Then she caught on when she translated his evil grin. He was planning to frame her! She was about to start struggling in an attempt to get away, but then she thought about it for a bit and realized that was exactly what he wanted her to do. Besides, if he tried to accuse her of anything, she would just deny it, and she hadn't done anything wrong anyway. If nothing else, this could provide opportunity for more entertainment, and the chance to get Coren into trouble.
So, she just went along with Coren, skipping a bit and continuing to sing off-key, "La la la."

OOCSorry it's so short. I just really can't think of what to do until there's some sort of external interaction...

[Cheshire]

Ray'ken had left his sculpture hesitantly in search of a drink and some food. While he knew logically, his need for sustenance outweighed his need to make sure his ice sculpture lived to the end of the festival, he still had to be practically dragged away to find food. He had been assured his work of art, a beautiful tiger carved completely out of ice, would still be there when he returned. The sculptors had the younger Skyglows watching the sculpting grounds and of course, Icewatch was always, well… watching. The Skyglow had not been apart from his ice tiger for too long. Just enough time to quickly get a bite to eat and have something warm to sip while he guarded his art. This would be his year. Every year something happened to his sculptures which in turn gave his father, Vannis a great sense of pleasure. Or at least the young man believed this. Ray'ken had faith in his talents and more so, he had faith he would one day surpass his father in their shared art, sculpting. No sculpture had been as good as the one he had made this year. The tiger was truly his crowing achievement and he could not wait to see the color of his father's eyes when he saw it. When the young Skyglow returned to his sculpture the calm, pleasant scarlet color of his eyes seemed to burn to a bright orange-yellow. His tiger! All of his hard work! It had been ruined! He grabbed the first person he could find, a younger Skyglow by the name of Coren. "You! You sniveling little lemming! I have no idea how your sorry arse got put on guard duty." Ray'ken might not have looked like it, but he definitely had a good slice of his fathers infamous rage in him. He tugged on the boy, eyeing the girl with him. "You, you're coming too." The man was not joking and although Ray'ken would not hurt her, it would have been in her best interest to follow. Once the trio had returned to the scene of the crime, Ray'ken began his interrogation. If one could call it that. "I am not even going to try and explain to you… simpletons the work that goes into ice sculpting." He groaned loudly as he tried to get his thoughts in line enough to make coherent sentences. "This isn't just petching… frozen water! This…" He motioned to the ruined state of his work. "Is art. MY art. MY life's work and pride." He took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself. "I'm going to try and keep calm about this but clearly… I am pissed off. Do you know what happened here?" The Vantha's eyes seemed to grow brighter by the second, despite the fact he was trying to calm down. Although the boy and his father did not get along, it was very clear to see Ray'ken was Vannis' son. The pair had the same, fiery, all consuming anger and even more interestingly, their eyes seemed to take on the same flare of colors with their emotions. "Morwen help you two if you ruined my tiger…"

[Coren]

As soon as coren was grabbed by the shoulder by a vantha he recognized as the person who had been standing by the ruined tiger sculpture he tried to steel himself for the inevitable angry rant that was sure to come now that the man had figured out that his work of art was ruined. Coren just nodded as he let the wave of insults roll over him, he had been called worse then sniveling little lemmeling and walked with him, almost sure of the fact that if he said anything right now he would only be digging himself deeper. Coren knowing that the girl besides him didn't know anything about vantha just continued to drag her with him. When they got back to the scene of the crime the man in front of him began demanding answers. “No sir, neither I or the girl I dragged over here have ruined your tiger. The one I saw melting a part of your tiger did so with flames she conjured up from thin air not with morwen's mark. But as I chased the vandal. This, little girl” he looked at the girl in his grasp with annoyance clearly visible in his eyes. “Tackled me just as I almost had caught the vandal. So I'm guessing she either just enjoy's screwing over other people or more likely is an accomplice from the vandal I saw ruining your tiger.” He pushed the girl in his grasp a bit more towards Ray'ken. “So why don't you try to give this girl her punishment while I go and alert the icewatch that a mage vandalized the sculpture of Vannis' son. Since there is no way anybody can force me to go and try to catch her again now that she isn't in the crowd anymore.” Coren really hoped that he would just let him go so he could turn his rage towards the girl, used to getting chewed out or not,Ray'ken really inherited vannis' temper and the fact the man wasn't even as pissed as he could be was beginning to freak him out.

[Cara]

Cara kept on creeping through the crowd. She kept her head low, and did her best to stick to areas with taller people, so as to conceal herself a little better from any set of eyes which would want to find her. She didn't have much trouble with that though, for although her brethren were shorter than her for the most part, they kept close to each other. They were tightly packed, all trying to go to the same place it seemed. That made it easy too, for Cara's scent to be lost in the mix with the others. In the downtrodden piles of snow, trampled by Morwen only knew how many sets of feet, over and over again. This was almost too easy, Cara thought to herself as her shoulders brushed up against a few of the other Vantha. Causing her body to take on several short, nearly unnoticeable throbbing pains, as the process kept on repeating itself. More and more often, her shoulders made contact with the others. The lesser beings. Sometimes, those she touched would scowl at her, or hiss some sort of curse. Some even demanded apologies. A single glare from Cara however, tended to silence them though. After a few chimes, the crowd began to thin, leaving Cara in a place far away from the ice statues. From the greater portion of the hustle and bustle of the city, of the noise the party was producing. She'd see another of her people moving in the opposite direction of her from time to time. She was surprised they had let themselves show up so late. Usually, they seemed to jump up whenever Morwen made a move, hoping that they could be graced by the sight of her, by her mere presence. Cara wasn't like that. She had a certain level of respect for Morwen, but she wasn't about to vie for her attention, or make regular visits to her palace or anything. Instead, she'd come and go as she pleased, and pray to everything left that was honestly good in this world to look over her, and make sure she didn't get caught. Or run into... again! "Damnit will you watch where you're going?" Cara hissed at an elderly Vantha. Sparks of fire hopped between her fingers, dancing as thin tendrils of smoke billowed about her hands. The man said nothing, but his eyes seemed to grow wider, as they took on a deep green and yellow appearance. "Don't bump into me again," she hissed, as the fire fizzled out, dispersing into a pile of swirling smoke, which soon, was lost to the winds. The man made a nervous noise, a sort of wordless 'ahhhh.' That only caused Cara's eyes to sparkle as she watched him run past, to the safety of the rest of his people. Cara only watched for a moment, before moving onwards, away from everything she had done.