Village market

[Dameon Black Alt]

Red Gypsy

Noah and Nora entered the marketplace and looked around, searching for the proper path to the castle to request sanctuary. They did get a bit distracted by all the sights around them as they went, not used to all the people and stalls and shops. Being raised in a church compound and trained to hunt non-human beings had led to them being rather sheltered.

The twins split up for a bit to look around, though they knew that they probably wouldn't be able to get anything since they didn't have any money or anything to trade. But they enjoyed getting to look around, finally allowing their minds to drift away from the thoughts of their mission for the first time since being sent out.

Nora ended up finding a merchant who was kind enough to offer her a few apples for free when she heard that the twins had nothing to their names and were here to request sanctuary. She thanked the merchant and walked through the market to find her brother, taking a bite of an apple along the way and smiling happily at the taste.

Noah wandered around and looked at a few interesting shops until he found his attention being drawn to the sound of laughter. His whole body seemed to ignite at that musical sound, and he quickly followed it to the source. He paused a few feet away from Ginger and Razor and the other bears, the wind blowing towards him and carrying a very pleasant scent of vanilla to him. He didn't know why, but he could instinctively tell that it was coming from Ginger, and that only seemed to drive his senses crazy even more. He was frozen in interest and confusion, and the logical part of his brain hoped that the bears wouldn't notice him staring or that they would simply think that it was due to the unexpected sight of bikers and not for any other reason.  

[Red Gypsy]

Dameon Black Alt

Behind Ginger, the more mature Widow gave a smile that held a hint of sadness to it. They hadn't heard Ginger laugh in so long that she'd almost forgotten how magical it sounded. But it was a good thing to hear today.

Until everything was interrupted by a very deep growl. It was felt more than heard, but it still made everyone in the marketplace go silent and look for the cause.

The larger male escorting Ginger and Widow was looking very unhappy at a group of kids about early teens in age that were standing behind the women. He stood between them protectively and motioned the kids forward.

Razor was an intimidating sight most of the time anyway. But when he was upset, it took it to a different level. So it wasn't a surprise that the kids looked at their feet as they moved towards him.

"How would you feel if you overheard someone else making comments like that about your sister or your Alpha's Mate? How would you react if you heard that kind comment from your buddies about your mom or sister?" he demanded of them in a voice made a bit deeper by his slight growl.

There was a mumbled comment from one of the boys and Razor shook his head with his muscular arms crossed while making sure that Ginger was still behind him, "Nope. Didn't hear you. If I can't hear it, then no one else can hear it either," he rumbled to them, still clearly unhappy with the boys.

One of the boys finally raised his head with a shamed look on his face, "I wouldn't like it any more than you did. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it," he said where everyone could hear it.

Another woman walked over with a man following her holding a small baby. They were an interesting couple: she looked human and he was a demon by the reddish tone to his skin. The woman spoke up, "What did Richard say? she asked, apparently adding to the embarrassment of the boys to drive the lesson home to them all.

And Razor didn't disappoint, "He said my sister had a nice round a** that he'd like to grab sometime. Then he and his buddies decided to compare Ginger's to Widow's and discuss the intimate merits of both women," he announced, watching as all the boys looked at their feet while turning very red.

The woman's mouth dropped for a moment in shock then she glared at the boys, "They all know better than that. I give you my word that this will be dealt with appropriately. I think a visit to the castle for a lesson in manners is a good idea for all the kids in the village. They've all been requested to go to the castle anyway. Sebastet wants to see them all," she announced.

All the kids within earshot had a look of either excitement or worry about things they'd done like what had just happened.

Razor gave a nod, "I'll help with the escort. I'm sure Ginger and Widow would love to finally meet Sebastet after she invited us all here," he added, making the boys in front of him look back at their feet.

From behind him, Ginger stepped out but kept her hand on Razor's belt, "I'd like to see her garden. Her letters spoke about the garden and I've been wanting to see it," she said in her sweet soft voice that held a hint of a southern twang that was almost sultry to hear.

She paused and tilted her head away from her brother with a small frown, "Does anyone else smell blackberries?" she asked, her voice almost sounding hopeful.

The question made Razor laugh, "We'll find you some blackberries, sweetheart. I know they're your favorite," he teased her a bit and made her blush a little. The blush made her freckles stand out a bit more.

Widow put a hand on Ginger's shoulder, "I think there are some at one of the other stalls. We can look on the way to get our bags. The other boys can escort the cubs when they get here," she said, her voice carrying a true sultry growl to it.

The siblings left the kids to the other villagers and moved on, allowing the villagers to see the bears clearly as they moved off in search of blackberries for Ginger with Razor keeping a close protective eye on his sister.  

[Dameon Black Alt]

Red Gypsy

Noah was a bit surprised to hear Razor's growl and saw him motioning a group of kids forward while standing protectively in front of Ginger and Widow. He hadn't heard what the kids said, but it was clear that Razor was quite pissed off about it. He wondered just what they could have said to make the large biker so angry.

He got his answer a moment later when Razor demanded to know how the kids would feel about someone making comments about their sister or Alpha's Mate. He felt strangely relieved when he heard Razor refer to Ginger and Widow that way, some instinct telling him that Ginger was the sister Razor was referring to. For some reason, part of him was relieved and excited to find out that Ginger was Razor's sister and not his Mate.

He shook his head a bit to try to dismiss those thoughts as he watched Razor chewing out the boys and talking to their parents. He frowned a bit when he heard what the boys had said about Ginger and Widow. He wondered why he suddenly felt so irritated about a group of boys making crude comments about a woman that he didn't know. He had never felt these sorts of weird feelings before, and he couldn't understand why he felt them now.

Nora heard the commotion from across the marketplace and made her way in that direction out of curiosity. She arrived a few moments after Razor offered to help with escorting the kids to the castle, just in time to hear Ginger ask if anyone else smelled blackberries. She shivered a bit at Razor's laugh, finding herself reacting in an unexpected way to the sound. Something about it was like a jolt to her senses.

She heard the comment about finding blackberries for the woman and decided to be helpful, finding it to be a good excuse to talk to the group. She approached them as they moved on in search of blackberries. "There's a stall across the way that's selling various fruits and berries," she said, gesturing in the direction that she had come from. "I saw blackberries for sale there, so that's where you'll want to go. And I'm no expert, but they definitely looked delicious."

She was calm and polite, but she felt slightly on edge as she looked over the group. She found her eye drawn to the patch on Ginger's vest that identified her as "Razor's Girl." The way that Razor was so visibly protective of her made it clear that he had been the one to give her the patch, and that thought frustrated her for some reason.  

[Red Gypsy]

Dameon Black Alt

Razor heard the woman speak and shifted just enough to put himself between her and his sister. As he looked at the woman, he just felt that something was a bit off with her, he just couldn't peg it exactly. Still, he gave her a nod and looked in the direction of the stall she was talking about, "Thanks. Ginger doesn't ask for much these days and I like spoil her when I can," he said simply, his deep voice sounding like a mix of concerned, protective, and tender when speaking about the smaller redhead.

Ginger just rolled her green eyes at him, but still gave a small smile, "Razor... Stop it. Let's get some blackberries then our bags and see about going to the castle too. Please? I really want to see that garden," she begged him softly, her voice sweet and teasing at the same time.

He reached over and ruffled at her hair a bit then looked at the older woman, "Widow? Would you mind seeing about a couple of horses for us to ride? I've heard that the path to the castle is safe enough, but I'd still like the added protection and your best at picking out the right horses," he requested with a note of respect in his voice that was unmistakable.

Widow nodded and put a kiss to Ginger's forehead then simply moved off towards the forest edge.

Razor turned back to the woman, "Would you be willing to show us that stall?" he asked her, his voice showing politeness and a hint of caution. But he never let his guard down when Ginger was with him. He never apologized for that either. Especially after what happened to her.

When the woman gave a nod and simply started leading the way, Razor squared down and offered his back to Ginger, "Come in, Sis. Just like old times. I know that leg is bothering you. Hop.on," he said to her, unable to resist smiling when she simply got on his back with a soft laugh.

He got to his feet and shuffled her on his back better then started following the woman. He had to silently admit that it was a nice sight. But she was distracting him a bit and that part bothered him. Still... That was a very nice a**...