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"I am so glad that I am welcome to take it exactly as it was meant," Lila playfully sasses right back at Elentári's weak avoidance of the subject. "I think I know you well enough to hear what you say behind the actual words you use. And what I hear, behind the words, is that you would be more than happy to spend all your hours gazing into a certain pair of mismatched glowing eyes. Or through pretty, patterned glass windows... or perhaps leaning against a majestic, powerful shoulder? Listening to a certain charming voice talk about glass, and working together, and..."
Lilavati Wordcount: 102
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"Do as you like, oh stubborn one," Elentári mutters with an affectionately playful wrinkle of her muzzle to indicate a playful sort of annoyance. "Knowing you, you are certain to do so anyway! But I think that that's more than enough out of you, thank you very much! Such wild speculation and imaginings, Lila! I am surprised at you."
The Star Kindler shook her head, sending her curling mane tumbling about her, the dark strands whipping and billowing on the wind, fresh stars sparking and shooting about, some escaping the space silken confines and winging away to be lost from view. Lila's speculation was playful and not unkind, but bashfulness was building up in Elentári's chest behind the brightly burning star and filling her with a feeling like butterflies or shooting stars.
"With friends like this, who needs enemies?" Elentári countered with a mirthful smirk, gently jostling the silver tapir dancer with a playful shove. "Weren't you listening? Think of poor Tiam, she doesn't want to discuss work. She's here to hopefully visit with friends and have a good time. There's no reason to rush her off to watch me barter with the Glass Maker about future collaborations."
She gives Tiam a gentle nudge as they stride away from the boot, acting as though they're both happy to leave Lila behind with her wild imaginings. "Let us be on our way, shall we, Tiam? Lila and her wild imagination can catch up, or not, but we should get some shopping in while she waxes poetic about the various artisans we are so fortunate to have here at the Faire."
The Star Kindler shook her head, sending her curling mane tumbling about her, the dark strands whipping and billowing on the wind, fresh stars sparking and shooting about, some escaping the space silken confines and winging away to be lost from view. Lila's speculation was playful and not unkind, but bashfulness was building up in Elentári's chest behind the brightly burning star and filling her with a feeling like butterflies or shooting stars.
"With friends like this, who needs enemies?" Elentári countered with a mirthful smirk, gently jostling the silver tapir dancer with a playful shove. "Weren't you listening? Think of poor Tiam, she doesn't want to discuss work. She's here to hopefully visit with friends and have a good time. There's no reason to rush her off to watch me barter with the Glass Maker about future collaborations."
She gives Tiam a gentle nudge as they stride away from the boot, acting as though they're both happy to leave Lila behind with her wild imaginings. "Let us be on our way, shall we, Tiam? Lila and her wild imagination can catch up, or not, but we should get some shopping in while she waxes poetic about the various artisans we are so fortunate to have here at the Faire."
Elentári Wordcount: 269
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"Now, now, Elentári," Lilavati playfully feigns a reprimand. "We're friends, are we not? So then, that is rather harsh, do you not think, Lady of Stars? Your friends love you dearly and worry about your health and well fare... And if you're up before the sun working, that must mean that there's a rush on these lanterns... So of course it would follow that a visit to the Glass Maker would be necessary. Vital, even! How could we call ourselves your friends if we did not help you with this project?"
Lila tosses her pretty head, sending her mane to flying and bells to chiming, attracting the attention of a few of the stallions around them, though she pays no mind. She darts after her friends with a playful whining, merriment making her eyes bright. "With friends like these indeed! Do you hear her, Asra? Just leaving me, just like that! And off to see some of the most handsome, most talented artists at the Faire, no doubt. So hurtful, just abandoning me like this."
Setting aside her feigned rivalry with the Faire Queen in favor of stepping up to Elentári's other shoulder, Lilavati gives Solanum the kind of look the flirtatious stallion deserves, snorting softly. "If there's a mare here that doesn't know what a pickup artist our Sol is, I feel duty-bound to tell her immediately."
Lila tosses her pretty head, sending her mane to flying and bells to chiming, attracting the attention of a few of the stallions around them, though she pays no mind. She darts after her friends with a playful whining, merriment making her eyes bright. "With friends like these indeed! Do you hear her, Asra? Just leaving me, just like that! And off to see some of the most handsome, most talented artists at the Faire, no doubt. So hurtful, just abandoning me like this."
Setting aside her feigned rivalry with the Faire Queen in favor of stepping up to Elentári's other shoulder, Lilavati gives Solanum the kind of look the flirtatious stallion deserves, snorting softly. "If there's a mare here that doesn't know what a pickup artist our Sol is, I feel duty-bound to tell her immediately."
Lilavati Wordcount: 228
(Total Lila Wordcount: 330)
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Not much of a showman at heart, but certainly a flirt, Solanum finds it quite easy to adopt aspects of physical comedy when bantering with the Faire ladies. These have never truly passed time with him as as anything other than friends, so there's something approaching a sibling rivalry beneath their bickering that he treasures even more than he might true romance or flirtation.
"Lady Tiam cuts me straight to my very heart," mourns Solanum with a mournful glance of soulful eyes. "It is, I am sure, more than I deserve."
"Spare a poor Tea Trader, oh fierce Lady," Solanum appeals to Lila with a teasing flash of his eyes, arching his neck and lifting an elegant paw, as if posturing to show himself in the most attractive but modest light.
He gives her a final wink and a bow, stepping out of the line of fire with regards to the new arrival, and the feeling of family or familiarity between the ladies. Nella's feigned sympathy brings a smile back to his face, and he offers her a roguish wink he knows she will pay little attention to, but it's still more than what her companions would return.
"She is indeed, oh radiant Fantasia, my misfortunes are great indeed on this day... But my heart is somewhat soothed by your sympathies and attentions, oh merciful- oh! That's rude indeed, kicking a stallion when he's down. I do not feel I have done anything deserving a fish to the face."
He grumbles, feeling slightly wronged by the suggestion that his romantic heart has lead him to ruin. "I really do not think it is my fault this time, Lady Nella. Some of these are utter strangers to me, while the others are largely ladies I hold in high regard and esteem, but I cannot claim any courtship with. I admire them as artists, but I think most of them have eyes and hearts set elsewhere. Perhaps the new arrival would like an escort around the Faire, once she has spoken with her kin?"
"Lady Tiam cuts me straight to my very heart," mourns Solanum with a mournful glance of soulful eyes. "It is, I am sure, more than I deserve."
"Spare a poor Tea Trader, oh fierce Lady," Solanum appeals to Lila with a teasing flash of his eyes, arching his neck and lifting an elegant paw, as if posturing to show himself in the most attractive but modest light.
He gives her a final wink and a bow, stepping out of the line of fire with regards to the new arrival, and the feeling of family or familiarity between the ladies. Nella's feigned sympathy brings a smile back to his face, and he offers her a roguish wink he knows she will pay little attention to, but it's still more than what her companions would return.
"She is indeed, oh radiant Fantasia, my misfortunes are great indeed on this day... But my heart is somewhat soothed by your sympathies and attentions, oh merciful- oh! That's rude indeed, kicking a stallion when he's down. I do not feel I have done anything deserving a fish to the face."
He grumbles, feeling slightly wronged by the suggestion that his romantic heart has lead him to ruin. "I really do not think it is my fault this time, Lady Nella. Some of these are utter strangers to me, while the others are largely ladies I hold in high regard and esteem, but I cannot claim any courtship with. I admire them as artists, but I think most of them have eyes and hearts set elsewhere. Perhaps the new arrival would like an escort around the Faire, once she has spoken with her kin?"
Solanum "Bittersweet" Boneblossom: 342
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Tiam regards her bickering friends with silent fondness, watching as Elentári and Lilavati needle and jostle at each other as they make their otherwise elegant way down the avenues. There are fond nods and smiles and various greetings to the artists they pass, but it doesn't slowdown their argument in the slightest. For her part, Tiam just follows along with them, quietly amused at how they might be back at Court except for the fact that this time, the Crown Princess seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself. At home El had her siblings and handmaidens, but very few were permitted close enough to gain the title of friend. Here, well, here was entirely different.
So much so that it was surprising to see one of the Court Ladies to appear. Tiam Asra knew Telumendil by sight, largely from a distance, due to the orders to keep her and her brother well away from the Royals. Children of the King though they were, they were out of one of his mistresses, and not regarded particularly highly in his esteem. Of course, considering how he felt about his Royal Heirs, was not much of a surprise.
"I don't think you have any business flirting with Elentári's kin." Tiam warned lightly. "I think if you insist on trying, you should know that you are courting danger... And there's a Lady or three that would explain that to you, to say nothing of the gentleman than are sure to follow, considering the current gathering."
There's a soft sigh she can't help giving, lowering her head faintly as if suddenly weary. 'What are we to do now, with them all here? Will he follow too?'
So much so that it was surprising to see one of the Court Ladies to appear. Tiam Asra knew Telumendil by sight, largely from a distance, due to the orders to keep her and her brother well away from the Royals. Children of the King though they were, they were out of one of his mistresses, and not regarded particularly highly in his esteem. Of course, considering how he felt about his Royal Heirs, was not much of a surprise.
"I don't think you have any business flirting with Elentári's kin." Tiam warned lightly. "I think if you insist on trying, you should know that you are courting danger... And there's a Lady or three that would explain that to you, to say nothing of the gentleman than are sure to follow, considering the current gathering."
There's a soft sigh she can't help giving, lowering her head faintly as if suddenly weary. 'What are we to do now, with them all here? Will he follow too?'
Tiam Asra Wordcount: 280
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"You are too flattering by half," Nella Fantasia found herself observing as she listened to the way Sol wove flattering words among the group of elegant mares. His penchant for banter and flattery surely served him well in his profession as a Trader and Artisan, but she didn't think it always served his social life in the best interest. Too much of a good thing, as the saying went."You might be careful it doesn't get you in trouble one day, Sol. Considering things, I might even venture to say that that day is today, and it's already too late."
She smiles and shakes her head at the wink he sends her way, doing her best to narrow her bright eyes in warning.
'Don't you even,' she playfully thinks, already sighing in disappointment and shaking her head as he starts in on her.
"You deserved it," she snipes playfully at him. "Go on, away with you. I see Zinger and Khajrayna standing at the outskirts of this whole mess. If I had to guess, they're more the type to be waiting for you to disentangle yourself from all of this, rather than just the sort that wants to stand at the outskirts and watch drama."
Glancing toward to the two stallions in question, the stars and fireflies painted Cerynei mare gives an understanding nod in response to Khajrayna's concerned look. "Solanum, how about you and I go speak with them, and leave the ladies to their reunion and discussion. I feel that such things are stressful enough without hangers on and spectators, hmm?"
She smiles and shakes her head at the wink he sends her way, doing her best to narrow her bright eyes in warning.
'Don't you even,' she playfully thinks, already sighing in disappointment and shaking her head as he starts in on her.
"You deserved it," she snipes playfully at him. "Go on, away with you. I see Zinger and Khajrayna standing at the outskirts of this whole mess. If I had to guess, they're more the type to be waiting for you to disentangle yourself from all of this, rather than just the sort that wants to stand at the outskirts and watch drama."
Glancing toward to the two stallions in question, the stars and fireflies painted Cerynei mare gives an understanding nod in response to Khajrayna's concerned look. "Solanum, how about you and I go speak with them, and leave the ladies to their reunion and discussion. I feel that such things are stressful enough without hangers on and spectators, hmm?"
Nella Fantasia Wordcount: 262
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"He is nothing if not predictable," Khajrayna observed, grinning as his commentary prompted a low laugh from his companion. "You laugh because you cannot argue with me on that score, and you well know it."
Khaj gives Zinger a companionable nudge of his shoulder, knowing it won't sway the tall Cheshire in the slightest but it does convey his humor and affection.
"Any interest in leaving me behind to do the same? They are quite lovely, I wouldn't blame you."
Khaj gives Zinger a companionable nudge of his shoulder, knowing it won't sway the tall Cheshire in the slightest but it does convey his humor and affection.
"Any interest in leaving me behind to do the same? They are quite lovely, I wouldn't blame you."
Khajrayna: 80
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"I cannot argue," Zinger conceeds with a nod of his head. "If Sol is not running from someone dangerous or irate, it does indeed follow that he'd be running toward someone.. And it's unlikely that he's running toward anyone for the sake of buying or trading from them... So, toward someone beautiful, or a collection of beauties, in this case."
"It looks like things are going to get a little, involved," Zinger murmured, trying to be decorous but considering the presumed relatives with a critical eye. "I think it would be best if we kept out of it. As you said, it's nothing that cannot wait. Better to stay on the right side of the ladies, alliance aside.. It's just good sense not to upset them. So, to that point, I think I'll stay out of it but it is appreciated that my social life is still very much a concern to you."
"It looks like things are going to get a little, involved," Zinger murmured, trying to be decorous but considering the presumed relatives with a critical eye. "I think it would be best if we kept out of it. As you said, it's nothing that cannot wait. Better to stay on the right side of the ladies, alliance aside.. It's just good sense not to upset them. So, to that point, I think I'll stay out of it but it is appreciated that my social life is still very much a concern to you."
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"That's very true," Khaj murmured with a nod. "I won't even bother to attempt arguing it. He is our friend regardless."
Though he hears Zinger proposing the idea that they mind their own business and carry on, Khaj makes a noncommittal noise and tilts his head, noticing he's caught the attention of one of the drama's closest witnesses. Nella Fantasia is tossing him a speaking look, gesturing with her dainty nose and a flick of her bright eyes, trying to relay instructions. Zing doesn't seem to notice, nor does most of the tangle of mares involved in the sudden reunion, but Khaj rather prefers it that way. It sees like Nella, for her part, doesn't need or wish to be part of the family reunion or drama that is occurring. She's planning to get out of the way, and it looks like she'll bring Sol with her at the very least.
"We've got an inside woman," Khaj cheerfully instructs Zinger with another nudge, this one sharper and more designed to jostle him into movement. "Cut over to the next aisle, won't you? Nella will be heading that way, and I think she'll bring Sol and anyone else who wishes to go with her. It should speed things up considerably."
Giving Nella a smile and a bow, Khajrayna spun on his heels and trotted quickly through a narrow aisle between two booths, sighing in relief when the next walkway was open and uncrowded. "Much better."
Though he hears Zinger proposing the idea that they mind their own business and carry on, Khaj makes a noncommittal noise and tilts his head, noticing he's caught the attention of one of the drama's closest witnesses. Nella Fantasia is tossing him a speaking look, gesturing with her dainty nose and a flick of her bright eyes, trying to relay instructions. Zing doesn't seem to notice, nor does most of the tangle of mares involved in the sudden reunion, but Khaj rather prefers it that way. It sees like Nella, for her part, doesn't need or wish to be part of the family reunion or drama that is occurring. She's planning to get out of the way, and it looks like she'll bring Sol with her at the very least.
"We've got an inside woman," Khaj cheerfully instructs Zinger with another nudge, this one sharper and more designed to jostle him into movement. "Cut over to the next aisle, won't you? Nella will be heading that way, and I think she'll bring Sol and anyone else who wishes to go with her. It should speed things up considerably."
Giving Nella a smile and a bow, Khajrayna spun on his heels and trotted quickly through a narrow aisle between two booths, sighing in relief when the next walkway was open and uncrowded. "Much better."
Khajrayna: 244
(Khajrayna Total Wordcount: 324)
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Distracted by her chatter and banter with her friends, Elentári doesn't notice any change in the general buzz of the Faire. She certainly should, in hindsight, there was likely quite a change... Even if it was something as simple as the vendors changing their attention and attempting to sway in a new patron. There wasn't much of a need to put emphasis on hawking when selling at the Faire, but sometimes a competitive soul or two would stir it up for novelty and entertainment. On a set up day like this, there weren't so many shoppers as there were other wandering artists. It was nice to have the time to shop and trade before the hubbub of a new event began and the day was filled with customers.
But even so, Elentári heard the use of her title in the lull, and spun around to fix her eyes on the new arrival. She had a great many full and half siblings, step siblings and innumerable cousins she was certain of... to say nothing of what other relations might be out there in the world, or back in the Court. But as far as she knew, none of them were here... at least not until now.
"Ah, yes, of course..." Elentári murmured when it appeared the stranger was waiting for her agreement. "Apologies, why don't we go somewhere quiet to talk?"
But even so, Elentári heard the use of her title in the lull, and spun around to fix her eyes on the new arrival. She had a great many full and half siblings, step siblings and innumerable cousins she was certain of... to say nothing of what other relations might be out there in the world, or back in the Court. But as far as she knew, none of them were here... at least not until now.
"Ah, yes, of course..." Elentári murmured when it appeared the stranger was waiting for her agreement. "Apologies, why don't we go somewhere quiet to talk?"
Elentari Wordcount: 269
(Total Elentari Wordcount: 499)
As was to be expected the Faire was abuzz with activity. There were sellers and buyers, dancers and singers and various entertainers darting this way and that, everyone milling about in a whirl of colors and wings and scales and tails. More details than one even cared to count, most days. The blend of breeds and traits was such a dizzying combination that truly no one stood out particularly, there were simply too many different types to find anyone especially strange. A Kalona Unicorn cross hardly even registered on the list of dangers, considering the variety of claws and fangs on display.