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Post by vorpal on May 5, 2019 0:40:48 GMT
A performance was underway in the Field of Triumph. The man behind the show, clad in a bright, colorful costume, was building up to a climax. He'd introduced himself as "Crispy Embers", promising a show for the ages.
The show had been going on for a little while now, with one feat after another. Although used to performing as a team, with his troupe, these past weeks on the road to Waterdeep had given Crispin time to work out his new way of doing things. The routines were all the same thing, more or less, just on a smaller scale in a sense. It was like getting back to his roots, since he once performed here, in this very same place, years before he'd joined up with the troupe.
It was a thrilling performance too. Crispin had played the bagpipes to warm the crowd up, a few rousing songs that everyone knew and could clap or sing along to. Then he'd gone into the tricks: a little prestidigitation as he showed off his sleight of hand skills, making coins and cards appear and disappear. There'd been immense cheering at the coin that dropped seemingly from a young woman's ear. Then he'd gone on to juggle. He'd juggled balls, clubs, and even a mix of found objects that people happened to have on them and volunteered to give him for the act. He'd juggled knives, playing the crowd as he stepped dangerously close to them, but always, always maintaining control over what he was doing. All the while, he quipped in between acts, his mood as bright as the clothes he wore. Then, the excitement heightened as he juggled flaming torches, earning plenty of "oohs" and "aaahs" from the audience. He put those torches out by placing them in his mouth, one by one, to much cheering.
Then, the grand finale. Crispin grinned cheerfully, full of darkly amusing jokes as he took out the sword and prepared the final act: swallowing it. By the time he finally held the sword aloft, ready to swallow, there was a hushed expectancy in the air, as the crowd quieted down, watching with bated breath. The sword went in, and downward, and Crispin waved his arms aside, standing in every direction to prove it was no mere trick, it was very much real.
He took the sword out with a flourish, then bowed to the applause and cheers of the audience.
"Thank you, thank you! You'll find me here and there about your lovely city, make no mistake. I'll be here for a while to come. Thank you!" He blew kisses to the audience as things came to an end, then went about putting away the items he'd used for the show. He was ease and smiling as he chatted with everyone who came up to him afterward to congratulate him on the show. Of course, there might have been some other purposes behind why he was here on this day. At once point during the performance, he'd subtly clasped hands with a man who had quietly slipped him a small piece of paper. Crispin had traded him some coins in exchange, using his sleight of hand trickery in yet another way. Information didn't come cheap… but it would be a worthy pay-off in the end. After all, he hadn't just come to this city to perform. He had come, naturally, for any and all lines of work that he could find. The show was merely just... well, for show, even if it was something he dearly loved to do. But it would be such a shame not to put his more roguish skills to use as well.
Ah, but right now he undoubtedly needed a drink.
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Post by Citrine on May 5, 2019 4:28:01 GMT
Despite her rather unfortunate and near death experience of her last visit to a circus Citrine was like a moth to flame. It helped that this time? It was held within the city. With guards. She also let multiple people know where she'd be at, what time she'd be home, and if she was going to stay out after (really... It was practically guaranteed she'd stay out after) she'd let them know where to. Overall it was slightly exhausting, all these precautions. But after what she'd gone through and subsequently made others go through? The firebird dealt with the annoyance.
Watching the show with wide wings and a scent that kept her seat area smelling like a warm ocean breeze, Citrine let herself become fully entranced. This was the style of performance she'd been expecting when Pip had told her about a circus! Juggling. Music. Sword swallowing! She'd never done sword swallowing before... Least not that kind of sword...
Dressed in her laced up leather pants that corset style criss-crossed up her thighs, dark green chest wrap, and open dark red Captain's coat more for looks than any need for warmth the phoenix had a lighter handed wardrobe this evening than she generally donned. Cedar red hair up in their usual dreads and braids with trinkets scattered throughout, no hat covered the crest feathers that looked like fire-dipped peacock eyes, and makeup as bold as her song - dark around the eyes, vibrant shimmer at the eyelids, and a dark lip that seemed to naturally suit her. Her nautical tattoos up and down her arms were fully on display.
She was just going to leave once the show had finished but to her pleasant surprise it seemed 'Crispy Embers' was taking visitors. The initial well-wishers had beaten her to it, so she bid her time. A few people came up to her asking if she'd been part of the show - as if they'd never seen winged folk before! Grinning she'd just shake her head and admit, "Nae, 'aven't performed ah set like tha' en decades." Finally though the crowed settled and dispersed so only the crew, some stragglers, and handfuls of groups still laughing and having a good time remained.
"'Ello there lad, Embers was et?" Her voice was like a dwarven whiskey set out to glow in the ocean waves. Pirate, charming, playful, the dwarf accented voice matched the vibrant appearance of what only could be described as a human-bird hybrid. This close? Her feet, pure bird - talons and all, graced her legs with bird jesses around the ankles. Her eyes, up and center, were dark where white usually was with vibrant amber-orange bird of prey eyes. Her wings, making up for their bearer's height of only scant over four feet, towered above in shimmering colors of red, orange, yellow, amber, and gold - the pattern following that of the common osprey yet doused in fire.
"Et was ah right grand performance Aye 'ave tae say. An' tae start with bagpipes? Laddie - ye're ah right treat. Welcome tae Waterdeep!" She twirled her hand in a flamboyant gesture and tipped her head into a bow as if she'd been wearing a hat. "Aye'd 'ave heard o' ah performer like ye ef ye'd been around before. Crispy Embers? Nice tae meet ye, ye can' call me Citrine. Always thrilled tae meet an' greet ah fellow performer."
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Post by vorpal on May 5, 2019 9:00:26 GMT
There was something utterly enjoyable about the crowds during and after a performance, and Crispin reveled in chatting with folk who lingered. There usually tended to be a couple of kids in awe, asking him about this trick or that, and he would always be rather cryptic but pleasant with whatever he told them. He liked that, really. He was once one of those kids, after all, so who knew if he would light the same spark in another, someday? Alongside the fun of it, though, he was always observing, always keeping an eye on the sort of people around him. One never knew when a new prospect for work, trouble, or fun would arise. Perhaps all three. He now had something to see to, as soon as he could, but he could afford to give it a little bit of time, for now.
The next audience member to approach definitely caught Crispin's interest. He had glimpsed her a couple of times during the show, having noticed the vivid colors of those wings. He had a certain soft spot for the unusual and striking. It was a lot of the reason why he'd come back here in the first place: the people were just so much more fascinating around here. He gave an easygoing grin, and a little bow in greeting. Indeed, it had been so many years since he'd even been this way that he wasn't too surprised that he was catching a lot of folks for whom his show was entirely new. Besides, a lot had changeed, both recently, and since he'd initially left.
"Well, thank you, thank you very much! I can already tell that you're a woman of good taste, if you've got a fondness for bagpipes. Your wings also caught my eye earlier... as you can tell, I have a fondness for fire myself. They're stunning."
He rubbed his hands together eagerly. "You're welcome to call me Crispin, if you'd like… though Cris or Crispy work just as well. Amusingly, I had the easiest time in the world crafting a stage name. So, what sort of performances are you involved in?"
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Post by khorne on May 5, 2019 16:45:46 GMT
Igostrom had just strode into the city to begin his search for a new rider, when he heard the lovely sound of bagpipes coming from somewhere. He remembered how the minstrels of Biggsby's court would always play the most lovely bagpipes, and this was definitely up there in quality. He followed the sweet sound of music to a crowd gathering around a man performing magic tricks. Nostalgia hit Igostrom as his massive bulk strode into the edge of the crowd. People cast him strangely amused glances, and a few children came up to pet and ride him, to which he obliged. He had had rougher rides than that. He waded slowly through the crowd, a couple kids on his back, taking them to the front to see the show better. He witnessed the man juggle balls, knives, torches, as the children clambered around to get a better view, even though he had to catch them once or twice so they didn't fall off. When the man swallowed a sword, even Igostrom was impressed, for the court bards had never done a trick like that before. Once the show ended, the centaur took the children back to their parents, and returned to the stage to talk to the man. Surely he would have met Lord Biggsby before, being such a great bard?
He waited patiently for other people to finish talking to him - Biggsby did teach him patience is a virtue - and went up to the man when he found a chance. He easily stood an intimidating couple feet over everyone else around him. "Hello sir, I am Igostrom Heavy-Hooved. I must say your performance was delightful. What is your name, so I may spread it among my court upon my return?"
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Post by Citrine on May 5, 2019 18:11:52 GMT
"Aye, quite grand tastes ef Aye say so meself, Crispin." She grinned with a quick flash of a tooth, using his name as he offered. "Though teh bagpipes make me think o' home, et's teh violin tha' Aye've sold me soul tae. Perhaps we can play ah combined set around touwn sometime, aye? Aye knae quite teh rotation o' taverns tha' are always lookin' fer performers."
At the complement of her wings Citrine made a bird coo of appreciation. Flattery always won in her books, vein creature that she was. "Me performances? Aye've ah fair hand with the violin as Aye've said. Jugglin, stilts, teh collection o' standard trade most performers 'ave. Acrobatics tae are ah spectality o' mine, flyin' stunts this time around but Aye've contorted an' pranced around when Aye was taller. But me favorite? Es fire dancing." In a slightly flashy move she rose the pair above her head then out, towering their combined 12 foot wingspan as high as she could. The golden quills speckled with citrine colored flecks illuminated the yellow to ruby red fade on the vane. Then, because she could, and they were in a wide open area, Citrine pranced up a clawed foot to set sharply behind the other and posed like the limelight loving idiot she was. As her heel pressed down a sheen of fire whooshed lightly as oxygen burned. Classic orange and yellow fire shimmered across the wings like a ripple of water three times in a pattern before fading in burning firefly sparks.
Her chin was pointed upwards, mostly due to the fact she was quite a bit shorter, but also from her confidence. "Fire eatin', fire spittin', fire dancin'.... Anything ye can imagine with fire? Aye've had me hat en it." She fluttered her wings to knock off any fire that had remained, leaving her wings looking just as pristine as before.
The sound of hooves caught her ear though at this point, prompting her to turn her head to spot a towering beast race much like, yet extremely different, then her own birdy self. "By teh sea..." She whispered as his height just kept increasing the closer he got. By the time Igostorm, as he introduced himself, stopped in front of Crispin, Citrine had craned her neck up and shielded her eyes. Her eyes came up to his equine shoulder - and that was being generous. Tucking her wings to nestle against her back she did scowl slightly at being complete ignored. Perhaps she was just so short compared to where Igostrom usually surveyed from she wasn't seen? "Aye there Lad, nice tae meet ye as well." There was a light negative bite to her voice that hadn't been there before - she didn't take being unseen well.
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Post by pastels on May 6, 2019 1:56:21 GMT
They said Waterdeep was a sight better than Baldur’s Gate and for the most part? Yeah. It was a whole new world from Mistledale, and she was eager to explore every nook and cranny. In the three days she had been in the city, Lila spent her time skulking around the Dock Ward and the City of the Dead. In any place, the first thing she had to learn was where to hide if trouble hit, and Waterdeep had those places in troves. She had yet to decide if she liked staying in the city, though, or preferred the comforts of the wilderness… After all, street rats and raccoons made for shit meals.
During one of her daily trips, she happened upon this event midway through a most interesting performance. Even from so far away, the cheers of a jubilant crowd rocked through the buildings, pressing against her ears the closer she got to the site. When her curiosity got the better of her and she approached—there! Fire, dancing across the performer’s arms before he extinguished each, one after another. In his mouth!
She was sold. Lila found herself a shadowy corner and watched the rest of the show.
When the opportunity to talk to this… Crispy Embers person came, Lila bided her time until most of the well-wishers had gone away. It was no significant wait for her.
“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just here to ask about the fire.” A new voice, cool and deep with a defined twang, made itself known. Compared to the gigantic horse-man, and the ostentatious bird-woman with her flame-licked wings, Lila was a sight out of the ordinary. And that was saying a lot! She was tall—though not nearly as tall as Igostrom—with a wiry, muscular build that spoke of hard-earned survival. Amidst Waterdhavian fashion and Crispin’s own colorful garb, her weathered clothes stood out in their simplicity and rough make—she wore a sleeveless, hooded leather vest, showing off arms scored with countless nicks and gashes, and loose pants trimmed with grey fur at the waist. Unlike the two, however, she kept her distance… and there was something vaguely off about her. A strange undercurrent of danger and bile. It seemed like she was aware of it too. “Can do a bit of it too. Not half as fancy as the firebird over here, though. Don’t mind me.”
She was, of course, talking about the esoteric rites she channeled through her blood magic. Not that they needed to know that.
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Post by khorne on May 6, 2019 3:17:29 GMT
Igostrom heard a small voice beneath him, and looked down to see a small bird woman with red hair, looking quite cross. She was beautiful... In a rough way. Igostrom tended to be a little bit of a ladies man, but Citrine was like something he had never seen. He stood over her looking quite dumbstruck for a few seconds, spacing out looking into her eyes, when he came to, and bowed, embarrassed at his lack of manners.
"Please, excuse me madam. I didn't see you as I approached. My sincerest apologies. And what would your name be?"
Igostrom's face was red from embarrassment, he always hated it when this happened. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck I hope she doesn't hate me now" He thought to himself.
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Post by cherrychickadee on May 6, 2019 4:32:23 GMT
Like a fish swimming against the current, Sinraelyhna moved through the bustling crowd, nimbly twisting and turning to avoid being stepped on and ran into. And people said she was rude. Squeaking, she ducked as an inebriated man's arm swung above her as he prattled on about the performance they'd just watched. It sounded amazing, and Sin was a little disappointed that she hadn't seen any of it. No, the reason for her to be there -- well, she was following her nose. The unique scent of clove, ash, and candle smoke to be precise. Sin's nostrils flared. And something more that she couldn't quite put her finger on. It intrigued her and her curiosity overrode her social anxiety for once. Her bare feet made no sound as she continued to pursue the distinctive mix of fragrances, until finally her violet eyes caught a flash of fire.
Well that's different.
Oblivious to the others and their conversation, the petite wood elf made her way towards Citrine with an inquisitive expression. When she was close enough, she circled around the winged-one, going so far as to tapping the centaur's leg to have him move out of her way as she did an impromptu inspection. Had she not been so incredibly focused, Sin would have hiccuped at the height and muscle composition of the four-legged man.
"Excuse me," she mumbled towards the centaur, as she looked Citrine over. After a moment of several deep inhaling breaths, she placed her hands on her hips. "You smell like the sun."
Her light cloak did not hide that she was simply clad in cotton chest bindings and a cream colored rabbit fur loin cloth, Sin looked as though she should have been part of some costume act. She was adorned with particular pieces of leather armor that looked stitched and crafted in particular ways, and a set of bone and ivory beaded necklaces delicately rattled with her movements; a bat skull totem rested against the center of her chest. The red paint she had designed along her face and down her legs completed the oddity she was, and it was then Sin realized she'd just interrupted the group from what was probably a friendly, get-to-know-each-other conversation. Turning slightly red, she bit at her lip and took a step back from the group, taking in each face with skittish glances.
"I didn't see the show," she said, hoping to convey an apologetic tone. Her eyes rested on the charming presence of the Crispin, and she cocked her head as she took in his twinkling blue eyes. Brushing her dark hair from her face, she looked him over curiously. "I didn't smell you." Not understanding how odd of a thing that was to say, Sin offered a nervous smile. "But from the sounds of the crowd, you were great."
An off scent suddenly wafted towards her and sharply Sin turned her attention towards the figure of Lila. Her ears twitched. That was...odd.
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Post by vorpal on May 7, 2019 6:41:53 GMT
"It seems I'm not the only one who likes it when things get heated," Crispin mused, giving a relaxed, easygoing grin and a wave to the newcomers as they approached. Just like he was during the performance, there was a natural charm to the way he interacted, the way he just thrived on meeting others. Cities could be filled with friends or foes, and the former was always much better than the latter. You never knew when even just happening to know the right person and be on good terms would come in handy. "But welcome, welcome to one and all." Sometimes the performer side in him just couldn't be turned off completely, even when finished with the main act. He took in the sight of the other two with a great deal of interest, as always curious to meet new people, to see what they were made of. Oh, he had missed being in Waterdeep! The people were always what made it worth it to him.
"I'd love to see you perform your fire dance someday… really, all of it sounds magnificent." He got a bit of a faraway look in his eyes as he considered that, something which anyone could mistake for a bit of random dreaminess and nothing more. Just thinking about other acts like that really prodded at fresh scars of his. Ah, Quill, if you were tumbling around with me now... he missed his acrobat companion dearly, but… well, no, it was best not to let himself dwell here and now. He had in hand a potential first step toward figuring out what to do about that personal matter of his, so he shouldn't let it overtake his mind too much, at the moment. "We ought to play a duet together, too. I've always got time to pair up and let the music flow."
He turned his gaze upward at the centaur. "Well met, Igostrom! My true name is indeed Crispin, Crispy Embers on the stage, and you're welcome to tell everyone you know about my act. Spread the word as far and as wide as you're able. I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it." He took a small bow.
Then, he glanced at Lila, definitely picking up a bit on how... hardened she seemed to be. Dark, in a way. Huh. Now there was someone with a story, he would reckon. Definitely someone who had seen an adventure or several. "I'd love to learn more about your own skill with fire."
The approach of someone else didn't surprise him much, although Crispin raised an eyebrow curiously at Sin's commentary about smelling. He sniffed at himself in bemusement, as if trying to ensure whether or not he did, in fact, have an odd scent. "Ah, well, I do try to bathe more frequently these days… But as much of a shame as it is for you to miss the show, I can promise, that wasn't the last that this city has seen of my act."
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Post by Citrine on May 8, 2019 0:25:02 GMT
((I want to check with Pastels a few things about Lila before responding, but expect a post in 24 hours or less. Also, vorpal are you in our Discord server? We tag each other a lot in there when we post, let those who are next up know it's their turn, or state there we're waiting on XYZ before posting so you don't keep people wondering what's taking so long. I recommend joining our server! Biggest reason I'm posting this OOC message here instead of just in the Discord, so you can see it too.))
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Post by vorpal on May 8, 2019 5:05:09 GMT
(( Citrine Thanks for the heads up, no problem!! I haven't checked out the Discord yet, as Discord itself is sort of unfamiliar to me. This is good to know, though, and I'll look into it, if it's helpful for OOC info!))
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Post by Citrine on May 8, 2019 17:14:11 GMT
((Yes, our Discord is extremely heavy for OOC info, announcements, community building, chatting about how to set up turns when there's initiative, etc. You will be missing out on so much it'd be hard to describe if you just stuck to the forum only.))
A fair number of others brought the congratulations and questions back around Crispen, and soon instead of a two person party it grew to three, then four, then five in quick order. Adjusting her stance so the unofficial 'circle' that happened when a group of three or more stood Citrine did her best to keep no one out.
At the centaur's apology of missing her shorter, well, 'self' her soured mood repaired itself in an instant. "Nae harm done. Ye're sae tall up en teh sky Aye'd 'ave tae be hoverin' tae meet ye're eyes properly!" She then did as she described, spreading her wings to hover slightly in the air - the displaced air of her wingspan was warm. "Call me Citrine, by teh by. Madam makes me sound old." She grinned as she answered his question, a hint of there being an inside joke there somewhere evident if you knew what to look for.
A strange ping of something drew her eye up and over to see a young woman standing a bit of ways from the group. It was something like an instinct that made her take note of her, something primal. Beastial. Her animalistic side that she really didn't show too often. It wasn't anything bad. Or good. Just... An awareness that encouraged her to lift her head and take note of her, regardless of the fact she'd have done so anyways. And then she called her a firebird. And called her fancy. Ooooo she liked her.
"Won't mind ut-ull Lass. An' ask all ye like about teh fire. Seems we're all moths tae teh flame around 'ere tonight!"
An elf weaving through the crowds had pulled her eye a bit, but Citrine hadn't given it too much more of a notice as she'd been concerned with being offended and then being called fancy. She turned, peeking over her shoulder first then rotating her whole body mid-hover to face the elf properly. A different demure settled onto the phoenix, a fresh herb and pepper coriander scent trickling off her wings to perfume the area beyond the candlesmoke, clove, and ash that just seemed like she'd been around a campfire too long. To someone who was keenly sensitive to scents? There'd even be a mysterious 'something' that gave the impression that this smell, coriander, meant 'curious'.
Citrine snapped her wings shut to her back, dropping the few feet lightly on her claws and matched the red painted wild woman, hands on her hips and a bird's cock to the head - her curiosity evident in the mimicked pose. "Ye can smell teh sun in me?" She asked as she looked the bronze elf up and down. There might have been a bit of an appreciative air to her look, how couldn't there be? She was wearing even less than she tended to when she abandoned her Captain's coat.
As Crispin was drawn into conversation with Igostrom she sent a quick mental message to the performer - hand reaching up as if to scratch an itch then fiddle with a braid in her hair, where a coil of copper was wrapped around a braid looking just like another trinket in her dreadlocks and lion's mane of hair. "We'll 'ave tae plan o'er ah drink then another time, 'ow we can mix o' performin' styles tagether." It was a mental message, heard inside his head and his head only.
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Post by pastels on May 9, 2019 4:50:18 GMT
((Also memes.))
Lila didn’t come as far as she had by staying oblivious to her surroundings. The Hunter’s Bane honed her senses to a knife’s point, but her circumstances kept it sharp. She hunted deadly prey; a moment of vulnerability could spell death… or, knowing the specific kind she had on her sights, worse. That was exactly why big cities like Waterdeep and Baldur’s Gate were exhausting in ways they were not to different folk. To someone who spent her nights a stray breath away from consciousness, the constant noise and movement from all sides resulted in a sensory overload. Her hood was a welcome companion. Now she knew what horses felt with their blinders.
With that in mind, it was no wonder that when Lila’s monochrome eyes picked up on a form creeping in by the side, the rest of her body shifted away in a harsh jolt-step. Her arms tensed up, lean muscles bunching up into taut wires, and her legs folded, ready to fight or run—only for a slender elf clad in the barest of clothes to walk up and start sniffing people. Her first target? The firebird. Then Crispy Embers. Huh.
Hey, she wasn’t one to judge.
Lila relaxed and turned away from the wood elf, missing how her attention snapped to her at the last second. With Citrine talking to the newcomer, she decided to grab the chance to talk to the man of the hour himself. And the giant horseman nearby, of course. “Ah, ‘s not much of a skill, really,” she waved a hand, embarrassed, when Crispin addressed her, “and definitely not for entertainment. More of a battle thing, y’know?” She furtively moved closer, taking care to maintain a distance where her features were more or less concealed. “Ah, but swords and flames. Half-thought you'd split yourself in two at that last bit, not gonna lie. How’d you train for that?”
The huntress had to step a bit closer to avoid a young couple swaying side by side. In doing so, she bumped against Igostrom.
“And… Whoa. Nine Hells. What’d they feed you back where you came from, partner?” He was even more massive up close! And here the folks back home thought she was tall. Lila craned her head back and placed a hand over her eyes as she peered up at the stranger, the hood slipping back a bit.
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Post by khorne on May 9, 2019 12:34:57 GMT
Igostrom was always glad to have someone appreciate his... large size. He hadn't gone through all those drills and done all those push-ups and pull-ups for nothing. Hell, it was one of the reasons the ladies flocked to him. When he was complimented(?) by the slightly paranoid newcomer, he flexed accordingly in a somewhat strange, yet somewhat fabulous pose, while giving a wide grin.
"Haha, well, all those drills and pull-ups have to mean something."
He turned to acknowledge the man he had come here originally for.
"Sir Crispin, I must ask, have you heard of the good Lord Biggsby?"
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Post by cherrychickadee on May 10, 2019 6:47:49 GMT
Sin could not hide the dumbfounded look upon her face as she listened to Citrine talk. Try as she might, the accent was heavy and unfamiliar to her and the druid struggled to comprehend everything she was saying save a few words. She nodded wordlessly when the woman inquired about the sun and its scent within her, but there were new notes now, dancing around her in a delightful, invisible array. But there was something else.
Wrinkling her nose, that something else smell became stronger as Lila came forward.
It was a mixture unlike anything she'd ever noticed. Was it possible to smell like a rusted shadow? She eyed Lila suspiciously, peering at her in the darkness that was cast by her hood. Yes, Sin reminded herself, Yes, it's rude to yank someone's hood off. Trying to shrug off the odd feeling of the encounter, Sin shifted her attention back to Crispin while keeping Lila in her peripheral. Oddly enough, this one didn't seem to have any layers to him that she discerned immediately...but then again, it was becoming a bit crowded and she was getting a bit overwhelmed. Opening her mouth to say something, Sin clamped it shut when the centaur spoke, and took a few steps back. Whatever the odd-smelling one was, she was right.
He was tall.
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