Quest Spring Festival Quest

[Fallon]

Fallon quickly stepped around a couple who seemed to becoming exceptionally friendly to each other. Although she was one who was into the ideas of merry making and having a good time, she was- for the most part- more of an observer than a doer. Still, it did not stop the grin that was plastered across her face. She slipped once more onto the main street, her eyes briefly glancing about as if lost, and perhaps for a mere chime she truly was. The squire pushed on regardless, trying to find a familiar face in the crowd that belonged to anyone.

The sound of music and dance however filled her ears once more as she stumbled into the bazaar and its numerous vendors. It was safe to say at this point that Fallon had managed to do a full circle as she squeezed between the people. She felt herself lighten when she managed to grab a sense of her location, and so browsed the ware whilst keeping a sharp eye out. Although like the other squires and knights who wore their plate armour- and so in her mind stuck out like a sore thumb-, Fallon still kept an eye out for things that could possibly go wrong. Celebration or not, she still had a sense of duty to keep. But so far there seemed to be little outside the nature of a festival. She still kept her wits about her though, even when she was hovering about and staring intently at the performers.
"I wish I could do that," she spoke with awe as her head titled to one side, and any thoughts of her initial duty escaping her.
For a few chimes she simply stared, her face wrapped in awe before she finally tore her gaze away and set herself once more upon her duty.

[Orion Michaels]

"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy," he said, repeating the name over there times as he committed it to his memory. He'd found that if he repeated the name this way while looking at the person in question, he'd be much more likely to actually remember who they were. Suffice to say, forgetting a woman's name after a romp, and then trying to pick them up again rarely ended well. Not a mistake he wished to make again, that was for sure. "Pretty name, pretty girl," he sighed, grinning over at Lucy. "If only every day could be the Spring Festival. It's a joy to meet you, Miss Tides."

Orion'd had met a few Svefra in his life. It wasn't horribly uncommon for them to dock in Syliras, and he'd even treated some of them for illness and injury while they were in port. Still, it was not something that he was used to in a city like this. A six and a half foot tall woman not wearing a shirt? "You needn't worry, Lucy. I've got no complaints," he remarked. "Normally when a lady comes up to me like this, they're trying to get me into bed. You're not trying to seduce a knight in training to distract me from something, are you? That wouldn't be good," he said, he tone over the top and dripping with sarcasm and teasing. There was really nothing wrong with how she was presenting herself. At the least, someone would think she was looking for a little action, and at the worst someone would make sure she was okay and not dressed the way she is out of force. With the festival going on, however, people were feeling free, and more exposed, open clothing wasn't unusual. The season had changed, and people were energized.

"I'm on a patrol right now, so I'm making sure I keep an eye on troublemakers like you," he remarked, never letting up on giving the child of Laviku a hard time. "Would you care to join me? I've only got to work for another bell and then I can enjoy the festivities. Knightly escort at a Syliran Festival? I'd count myself lucky, personally," he quipped, winking at Lucy as he continued on his way.

oocI'm going to wait on Accolade to post now.

[Accolade]

Fallon

The bazaar was normally busy, but on this day it was twice as much so. There were just as many vendors as there were people performing, and why they chose to perform inside the bazaar was anybodies guess. But they were there, dancers, fire dancers, duelist using painted sticks and even people dressed in padded clothing to make it appear as armor walked proudly about as if they were real Knights. Fallon would see all of this, but what she hadn't noticed was the young girl standing beside her when she voiced her wishful thoughts.

"Do what they do." A voice spoke, clearly feminine but strong and prideful as well. The girl stepped in front of the squire, so that she could see who was speaking to her. She was shorter than Fallon, dressed in a fitting top with loose fabrics about the arms, the pants she wore were the same, showing tightness at the hips then falling loose down the length of her legs. Her long dark hair coursed down her back , and her tanned skin could be seen through the sheerness of fabric at her arms, midriff, and legs.

Whether Fallon would recognize her as a Myrian was yet to be seen, but the girl's age was well hidden behind the veil that she wore across her face. She moved around, extending her arms where she carried a steel pole with a sharp edge knife on one end. She stepped away from the woman then, and started to twirl the staff across her shoulders and around her back. She took a left turn and jumped into the air bringing the pole under herself and back around. A pause was made as she stared at Fallon before stabbing the knife edge of the pole into the ground so that the pole half was upright and began to dance around it in a seductive fashion.

The dance lasted for two chimes and the girl stepped away and pointed to the squire who was likely confused by now. "Don't think..just do."

Orion and Lucy

While Orion was busy flirting with the masterpiece of a Svefra that was Lucy Tides, there was another heading towards their direction. The man was much shorter than Lucy and Orion both. He was stout, balding at the top and yet he refused to release the ponytail tied at the back and just above the rolls in his neck. The beady-eyed man shuffled through the crowd with a bag in his hands with an assortment of items in it. It was obvious to any who might spot him digging his way through the mass of people that he was in a hurry.

He mumbled to himself as he shifted through the crowd, already sweating profusely as if he had been running the whole way. The man ducked in his head to check the bag to account for his belongings for the fifth time to make sure that everything that was supposed to be there was. It was at that moment that he collided head first into Lucy and Orion. He stumbled back for a moment completely unaware of what he had run into and cursed aloud.

"Watch where you are going you street rat! I should have your head. You better hope that I didn't drop anything because if I did YOU will being paying with your life I promise you!!" He stood in front of the two with a frown on his face while still clutching the bag in his study arms. He paid them little attention as he went back to recounting the ideas in his bag for the sixth time. "Well..you can start apologizing to me now.."


Shires and Perc

The dancers had been watching Shiress as she had been watching them. There was a look in her eyes that spoke of interest and need for adventure. The young dancers smiled and although they had been momentarily put off by Perc's entrance they soon returned to their dancing. Finally one of the dancers moved closer, gently taking hold of Shiress' hand and leading her into their circle. The two positioned the woman between them so that she could see from either side of her the dance that they performed and she could better follow along.

Perc would also gather attention, a near-by Knight saw the young squire presumably flirting with one of the dancers and decided to step in and right the young man. He didn't recognize Perc as being a squire and thought that the man was simply looking for a good time. However at the same time, there was another who had found himself watching Perc. This man however wasn't a Knight, but a thief. He always looked for the easy pocket to pick and today that was Perc, though who would reach the squire first and how he would react was yet to be seen..

[Lucy Tides]

In all her life, Lucy had never been picked up or flirted with. It wasn't that she hadn't seen other boys or that they hadn't seen her, no she had seen them all the time in her pod but her pod was like her family. A family that was close knit. So, Lucy treated the opposite gender as such and never once thought of their compliments as flirting. She thought of them as praise but with Orion it was different. Every compliment or attempt at flirting only made her pale face redden. 'What's this man going on about? I'm just a simple little girl and yet here he is, treating me like I look like my mother or something.' She licked her lips and gave him a nervous grin and her face lightened when he teased her, reminding her of the boys who she thought of as brothers who teased her when she was little.

She laughed at his last question and could feel her cheeks flush when he winked. Before she got to answer him, something that felt like the weight of a horse bumped into her. She stumbled back a step but quickly regained her balanced, determined to my eye contact with the person who had so rudely bumped into her. Lucy let her guard up noticing how oddly sweaty the little pony tail man was and so out of breathe at that. 'Even at his over weight stature he wouldn't be out of breathe unless... unless he was running?' She watched him closely as he counted the items in his bag then demanded an apology from them.

"Good sir, the only thing I have to offer you is my fist." Lucy seethed at the man angrily. She coughed into her hand and straightened herself out quickly. "But that would not be wise so, how about you apologize to running into me and my friend and then be on your way?" She offered but she had half a mind to rip the bag out of his pudgy hands and rummage through it herself. 'I should have offered him my boot up his rear end, oh well. Must behave with the knight right next to me.'

[Fallon]

Fallon was dumfound to say the least. She never expected this petite girl to suddenly make demands at her. Then there was the display brought on by this prideful and exotic creature, the dance with the pole as a prop. She turned a fine shade of red, if not because of the attention upon her but the more seductive nature of it all. Her eyes averted away briefly, a race of thoughts going through her head. Had she said something? Was it about her looking at awe at the dancers?
You really need to learn when to keep your mouth shut Fallon.

The race she was unsure of, more human than some races so she immediately crossed out some of the more unusual beings. The nature in which she acted also made her appear not native to some of the northern beings, which in turn crossed out another set of races. Fallon’s face turned into that of a light frown.
Maybe she’s from the more southern regions? she mused. And then the point came her way. For a moment the eyes of the crowd fell upon her, the voice was clear but whatever the girl wanted was a mystery beyond her. The squire shifted on her feet, slightly uneasy feeling pitting in her stomach as she analysed the girl before her.

“Pardon?” Fallon spoke with confusion in her voice “Do what?” She took a hesitant step back, her eyes firstly dancing to the girl and then to the pole, “You want me to…?”
Her head turned away for the moment, trying to focus her attention on the crowd around her. She still had duty to consider and the public to keep an eye on. Fallon inhaled deeply, dragging out a more authoritative self as she did. She straightened, gave a small incline of the head to the girl “Apologies, but duty has a priority right now. Besides, I lack the same… appeal that you carry. Do enjoy yourself.”
The only thing that went through the mind of Fallon was that she had not insulted the girl in some form or another, and that she could escape the situation. If not only for a little while.

[Orion Michaels]

The girl was caught off guard, that much was clear. Orion was a shark who smelled blood now. Shyness, as though she'd never received a compliment before. "What's the matter, Lucy? Never been called pretty before? That's a shame, anyone who has called you anything but has just been lying," he teased, nudging her arm slightly. Before he could continue his assault, though, a rather stout little man barreled into him and the tall Svefra, sending all three of them off balance. "Whoa whoa whoa. Slow down there."

After regaining his footing, Orion looked down at the angry man, almost in shock as he began his rant. The pair this guy had on him! Orion hadn't quite figured out the way to use words to intimidate. He was a smooth talker, after all, and threatening someone's pants off wasn't really his style. But in his time as a knight, there was one thing he'd learned. People. Will. Respect. The. Shield. "Threatening to kill one attached to the Syliran Knights? Aren't you a brave little man?" Orion's hand now rested on the hilt of his blade, trying to emphasize his point. Orion didn't need to be a scary man himself when the full plate he wore and the force of five thousand knights could carry the threat for him. "You've upset my beautiful friend here, and I don't like that one bit," he remarked. "I do believe it would be your best interest to listen to her and apologize."

Why was this man in such a hurry, though? That was the question on his mind. "And besides, why are you in such a hurry? You didn't steal whatever is so important in that bag, did you?" It wasn't a serious question. No one in the right mind would admit thievery to like that, much less say so to a squire or a knight. He just wanted to gauge the man's reaction. "Is that why you need to clear out so fast? It's not every day I get to deal with a thief who is rude to women. Lucky me, right?"

[Shiress]

Out of the corner of her eye Shiress saw one of the dancers stepping toward her, but never in a thousand seasons did she think it was for her they were coming for. "Nnnooo." She said planting her feet firmly to the ground as she was pulled directly to the middle of the small crowd. Standing with her hands covering a bright red face, she watched as the dancers began their routine again, obviously wanting her to join in. Her eyes scanned the many eyes watching her, making her a bit nauseous, but seeing that she had no real chance of escape, she drew in a deep breath, tucked several locks of hair behind her ears, lowered her hands and began watching the dancers more closely. Their feet. Their hips. Their face. Could she possibly do this? After a hesitant slump of her body and another quick scan of the staring faces from the crowd, she sighed, bit her bottom lip and raised her hands in the air and began doing her best to follow along. After a chime or two, her feet began to mimic the dancers steps, then her hips began to sway in rhythm. A proud smile creased her lips as a more assured demeanor began to move her body . I'm actually dancing

[Perc]

Perc just laughed as Shiress was pulled out of the crowd to dance with them. He gave her a slight push to help the dancer with getting shiress away from the audience and onto the dance floor. "Oh come on Shiress! You can handle yourself." Perc said with a loud laugh, oblivious to the discomfort of shiress. While perc was pretty oblivious to most things in a social conversation, he was as perceptive as the normal bloke at noticing things. And a knight clanking towards him in plate armor was something pretty hard to miss. He turned his attention away from shirres and waited till the knight was in hearing distance. "Is something wrong ser?"

[Accolade]

Fallon

The girl continued to smile at Fallon, as if she didn't understand a word she had said, or didn't care to except them. "Are you sure?" the girl asked again, taking a moment to circle the pole and wave a hand out towards the crowd. "They are watching, they want to see." Fallon would follow the woman's hand and glance out into the crowd again. The people were watching, but she couldn't be sure if they wanted her to dance or to see more of the exotic dancer with the pole. What she did notice was a stout and tall mad standing in the crowd. It was hard to miss him, as he was dark skinned as the girl was and had inked tattoos on both of his cheeks.

The look in his eyes were fierce, and in one glance Fallon could tell that he wasn't happy with what he was seeing. The girl suddenly moved back front of the squire, and taking her gaze away from the man in the crowd. Maybe Fallon had been taken aback by what she saw, but it seemed that there was something in the girl's eyes. The girl circled her again and moved to her side where she started to push the squire closer to the poll.

"Come on, you try once huh?"

Again Fallon's gaze would meet with the girls, and she would get the same feeling in her gut that something wasn't right.

Orion and Lucy

The plump man stared at Lucy with dull eyes. He didn't take her threat seriously at all, and appeared to be more insulted that she even spoke to him. He looked the svefra over, his lips curving upward as thoughts raced through his mind about the 6 foot woman without a proper shirt to wear, though none of them would have been to her liking.

The man craned his neck as he looked down at Orion's sword then back up to him. There was a look of disbelief coupled with a nonchalant glare of I don't care. "Are..Are you a squire?" he asked almost with a chuckle. He paused suddenly, his beady eyes rolling up and to the right as he thought to himself. "Well...don't that beat all. So listen.." he said as he clapped his chubby hands together lightly in front of his bag so that he didn't drop anything. "I did not mean to upset your..beautiful friend" he added with distaste in his voice.

"I was in a hurry and you two are in my way. Why am I in a hurry you ask? Because you see..I work for the Thromanov family. Don't know them?" he asked in a tone proper for speaking to small children as he looked to both Orion and Lucy. "Well...they are good friends with the Trema family. You know of the Trema family, don't you squire?"

He continued on in the same tone of voice, adding a mock show of pleasantry as he berated them both. "The Thromanov asked me to pick up these items for them and bring them back to their home as quickly as possible...and they don't ask twice. So unless you squire, want to explain to your leader why I don't make it back in time, have a good day." he finished with a cruel smile then attempted to push his way through both of them.

Shires and Perc

The dancers, as well as the man singing, and those playing the drums and flutes smiled as the young woman started to feel the music. The crowd close to her nodded and a few even clapped softly for a moment. The dancers at her sides continued on for another few ticks just to make sure that she had caught on before they moved on to a few new steps to add to the dance. They watched Shiress as she moved with them and slowed their pace so that she could keep up. There were a few men in the crowd who were really enjoying her dance steps, or perhaps it was the sway of her hips that called to them, moment later people began to whistle, and taking that as a sign, the singer called for a faster paced song and music.

The Knight strolled over to Perc, and upon looking the boy over, he looked a tad bit familiar, but nothing really came to the Knights mind. The boy didn't look dangerous and with Shiress now on stage where he thought she should be, he simply nodded and moved on. The thief however, would not do the same. He had halted for a moment as the Knight addressed Perc, but once he was out of sight the thief moved in. It felt as a rough bump to the squire and he felt his belt turn. It wasn't until he looked down and noticed that his dagger was missing. By the time Perc looked up he would see the skinny thief pushing quickly through the crowd with his weapon in his hand.

[Lucy Tides]

The squire had taken Lucy's side though he kept up his odd act and added the word beautiful before mentioning his friend. Not that it bothered her, on the contrary she was starting to warm up to him but that was before she felt the eyes of the beady little man trail up and down her body. The Svefra was slow but not stupid. 'What a creep!' As the man explained what he was doing, he paused at some points and spoke in awkward sentences, especially for a fluent speaker. But Lucy had noticed his eyes drifting to the right, a tell that he was thinking or making up his story. Not only that but the way the man was talking them down pissed her off, as if he didn't respect the squire who was already protecting the city the man was living in. It wasn't until he flashed them a smile, that of a cruel man not a humble servant that Lucy had to put a hand on his shoulder when he tried to shove away from the pair.

"Now, I've heard a lot of mermaid's tales out on the Suvan but this just might be the biggest lie I've ever heard." Lucy said glaring down at the little man. "Now do you know the language called Fratava? It's the main language of the Svefra that contains numerous hand motions along with many different facial expressions. So when Svefra talk we have become very good at picking up tells when someone is lying to us. Especially when they try to think of a lie to tell us." Lucy said and made no attempt at removing her hand from his shoulder.

"Now listen here you little thief, any worker of such a family wouldn't be so rude to the ones that protect the city and not only that I'm sure that since you have such an attitude you must get into trouble a lot? Well then you should carry around your family's crest to help you out of that trouble. I mean since their so great that Orion would get in trouble for stopping you they must have one." Lucy said looking at the man with daring eyes and a curt smile now.

"So show us that crest or show us what's in that bag. Your choice, little worker." Lucy said and the last words dripped with sarcasm and harsh syllables as if she hard almost pronounced it in Fratava. 'I hope I'm not wrong otherwise I could be seen as a fool.' Lucy shook this thought out of her head, not caring if she was right or wrong. This man had already formed an opinion of himself in her head and she decided to stick with it.