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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A small crowd has gathered around a young man who has set up a small tent with a banner declaring himself as Robert teh Magnifusent! The R at the beginning is backward and everything. The young ferret is parading around in front of the tent, touting his performance as adults look on with indulgent smiles. |
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| + | "Step right up!" he squeaks, "And be amazed by Robert's superb squirkiks!"<br> <br>Sylera sighs in relief as the gates come into view. Certainly it had been much to long since she had last visited the city and the betta's feet ached from walking. As she gets closer however some sort of commotion draws Sylera's attention, making her veer off towards it. "Hmm what's this now?"<br> <br>Lucasiel had heard about the little show taking place outside, and has decided that it'd be a lovely thing to spend the day watching with her daughter. She was out of her armour, for once, and didn't even have her axe with her! Instead, she was dressed in a simple outfit of black trousers and a white blouse. Her pink-dress clad daughter was sat upon her shoulders as she makes her way closer towards the ferret, smiling. "Hello there! We have come to watch your show!"<br> <br>Flora's tails flick lightly behind her, and her ears twitch as she looks out over the area, smiling faintly as she watches the ferret and raising a brow in curiosity. "What... What exactly was Flora dragged out here for?"<br> <br>A small, cloaked person slips out of the gate, having heard some commotion from down the street. Mostly covered by a dusty cloak, this figure has a long tail trailing behind him and an appropriately-sized and much-used lute strapped over his back. Scampering towards the gathering crowd and ducking under people's legs when necessary, he surveys the situation to see if there is any profit to be made here. Fingers twitching, he finds a nearby post to lean back against with a good view ofto the action and unslings his lute. Tipping his head up, the small folk is revealed to be a reptile of some sort, with tan scales and bright eyes. He flicks his gaze about for a few moments before strumming on his instrument and making tuning it.<br> <br>Little Robert grins at the gathered crowd and skips to the flap of his little tent and flicks it aside. Inside the tent is a wire cage filled with about a dozen chittering squirkiks! "Ladies and Gentlemen!" the little guy squeaks, "You are about to see something that would astound even the great King Good himself!" He has obviously been practicing his patter<br> <br>"These little creatures will amaze and astound," he says, "as they perform feats of acrobatics and skill!"<br> <br>Sylera hmms as the crowd grows even larger, setting the end of her staff firmly into the ground and brushing a bit of dust off her robes. There are a few vaguely familiar faces in the crowd but for the most part it's mostly strangers. "The King himself?" It almost sounds skeptical but the tone is just shy of that as if the betta had seen several unlikely things herself. "Well then you have my attention regardless."<br> <br>Lucasiel glances over towards Flora, giving a polite nod as she offers her hands up to her daughter to hold onto. "Squirkiks, huh? Well, I look forward to seeing this, certainly! Not every day I see trained critters playing around."<br> <br>Flora raises a brow, her tails still swaying from side to side, and her eyes settling upon the various beings in the crowd. Her eyes set upon Lucasiel for a moment, before she observes the crowd and, much like she did with the training beings at the bandit-camp, weaves and moves through the gathered crowd without bumping into a single being. | ||
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| + | "Flora is... Not often amazed, no. Flora will wait and see, yes," she rumbles, tails swaying as she sticks her hands into her pockets.<br> <br>Shliek wiggles his fingers after tuning his instrument and reaches into his tunic with one of his hands to remove a brass bowl whicih he spins on his index claw before placing on the grass next to himself. He strums his lute again, a little louder this time before starting to play a cheery tune.<br> <br>Robert, the ferret, produces a little wooden recorder and places it to his lips, piping out a bright dancing tune. Next, he kicks a little lever that pops open the cage of squirkiks and the little vermin flood out of their cage! | ||
| + | Instead of scattering, like most squirkicks would if faced with such a gathering, the little rodents start putting on quite the show! They run in little circles and build squirkik pyramids, and one even seems to be balancing on a little wooden ball!<br> <br>Shliek does not seem to be much of a draw in comparison. Only a few members of the crowd even look his way. Those who do give him sour looks for trying to draw away the kid's crowd!<br> <br>A separate tune drifts from the fridges of the crowd, making the betta crane her head for a moment. Catching a glimpse of the fellow with the lute. But as the first tones of the ferrets recorder spirals out Sylera looks back towards the stage in time to see the lever kicked. As the squirkiks leave their cage the betta tenses, ready to intervene should they try to enter the crowd, but after a few moments giggles as they begin their routine. "Oh my, they do seem trained don't they?"<br> <br>Lucasiel watches quietly, while her daughter does so much more... Excitedly. Clapping and cheering for the little display, and pestering her mother to make sure she's watching. "That certainly is quite interesting, yes! I rarely see anything trained so well! Let alone these flighty creatures. Impressive, sir."<br> <br>Flora wags her tail again, raising a brow and flicking her ears lightly. "Well... Flora hasn't seen them do that before. But amazing... Flora isn't sure yet, sorry," she rumbles, tail flicking lightly as she simply watches the squirkiks move about... Surely, there has to be something more to amaze this feline.<br> <br>Seeing that his playing wasn't going to make him some coin on its own, Sh'liek stands up, taking two tiny daggers out from within his cloak and starts to stand on one foot, balancing one dagger on his tail and the other on the end of his tail.<br> <br>Robert starts to play a different tune and the squirkiks all bound toward him as he slides an open box from the tent. The rodents dive into the box and emerge carrying various bits of wood and metal. In a matter of moments, the creatures have erected a small model of Good Castle! They then bound away and return to their acrobatics.<br> <br>Sylera hears the excess music die off and sighs. While normally she loved music it was something very different when two different pieces were trying to compete. The short folk's next bit though is completely obscured by the crowd, and even if she did see it more than likely the betta would still be watching what is going on up on stage. "Oh my!" Sylera claps her hands in amusement as the vermin start assembling the model. Doing tricks was one thing but building!?<br> <br>The little model gets another enthusiastic round of applause from Marianne, while Lucasiel studies it pensively. Tricks were one thing, but something like -that-? That was rather odd indeed. "Hmmm. Might I ask how you accomplish all this after your performance, friend? It's a very interesting talent!"<br> <br>Another raised brow, and suddenly, Flora does seem interested in the squirkiks, her tails swishing behind her and her eyes cast over the squirkiks curiously. "This is not... Normal behavior for a squirkik, no... And they don't appear to be little golems... Hrmmm," the she-cat mumbles, watching them, watching Robert, and trying to figure out what is going on. | ||
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A small crowd has gathered around a young man who has set up a small tent with a banner declaring himself as Robert teh Magnifusent! The R at the beginning is backward and everything. The young ferret is parading around in front of the tent, touting his performance as adults look on with indulgent smiles.
"Step right up!" he squeaks, "And be amazed by Robert's superb squirkiks!"
Sylera sighs in relief as the gates come into view. Certainly it had been much to long since she had last visited the city and the betta's feet ached from walking. As she gets closer however some sort of commotion draws Sylera's attention, making her veer off towards it. "Hmm what's this now?"
Lucasiel had heard about the little show taking place outside, and has decided that it'd be a lovely thing to spend the day watching with her daughter. She was out of her armour, for once, and didn't even have her axe with her! Instead, she was dressed in a simple outfit of black trousers and a white blouse. Her pink-dress clad daughter was sat upon her shoulders as she makes her way closer towards the ferret, smiling. "Hello there! We have come to watch your show!"
Flora's tails flick lightly behind her, and her ears twitch as she looks out over the area, smiling faintly as she watches the ferret and raising a brow in curiosity. "What... What exactly was Flora dragged out here for?"
A small, cloaked person slips out of the gate, having heard some commotion from down the street. Mostly covered by a dusty cloak, this figure has a long tail trailing behind him and an appropriately-sized and much-used lute strapped over his back. Scampering towards the gathering crowd and ducking under people's legs when necessary, he surveys the situation to see if there is any profit to be made here. Fingers twitching, he finds a nearby post to lean back against with a good view ofto the action and unslings his lute. Tipping his head up, the small folk is revealed to be a reptile of some sort, with tan scales and bright eyes. He flicks his gaze about for a few moments before strumming on his instrument and making tuning it.
Little Robert grins at the gathered crowd and skips to the flap of his little tent and flicks it aside. Inside the tent is a wire cage filled with about a dozen chittering squirkiks! "Ladies and Gentlemen!" the little guy squeaks, "You are about to see something that would astound even the great King Good himself!" He has obviously been practicing his patter
"These little creatures will amaze and astound," he says, "as they perform feats of acrobatics and skill!"
Sylera hmms as the crowd grows even larger, setting the end of her staff firmly into the ground and brushing a bit of dust off her robes. There are a few vaguely familiar faces in the crowd but for the most part it's mostly strangers. "The King himself?" It almost sounds skeptical but the tone is just shy of that as if the betta had seen several unlikely things herself. "Well then you have my attention regardless."
Lucasiel glances over towards Flora, giving a polite nod as she offers her hands up to her daughter to hold onto. "Squirkiks, huh? Well, I look forward to seeing this, certainly! Not every day I see trained critters playing around."
Flora raises a brow, her tails still swaying from side to side, and her eyes settling upon the various beings in the crowd. Her eyes set upon Lucasiel for a moment, before she observes the crowd and, much like she did with the training beings at the bandit-camp, weaves and moves through the gathered crowd without bumping into a single being.
"Flora is... Not often amazed, no. Flora will wait and see, yes," she rumbles, tails swaying as she sticks her hands into her pockets.
Shliek wiggles his fingers after tuning his instrument and reaches into his tunic with one of his hands to remove a brass bowl whicih he spins on his index claw before placing on the grass next to himself. He strums his lute again, a little louder this time before starting to play a cheery tune.
Robert, the ferret, produces a little wooden recorder and places it to his lips, piping out a bright dancing tune. Next, he kicks a little lever that pops open the cage of squirkiks and the little vermin flood out of their cage!
Instead of scattering, like most squirkicks would if faced with such a gathering, the little rodents start putting on quite the show! They run in little circles and build squirkik pyramids, and one even seems to be balancing on a little wooden ball!
Shliek does not seem to be much of a draw in comparison. Only a few members of the crowd even look his way. Those who do give him sour looks for trying to draw away the kid's crowd!
A separate tune drifts from the fridges of the crowd, making the betta crane her head for a moment. Catching a glimpse of the fellow with the lute. But as the first tones of the ferrets recorder spirals out Sylera looks back towards the stage in time to see the lever kicked. As the squirkiks leave their cage the betta tenses, ready to intervene should they try to enter the crowd, but after a few moments giggles as they begin their routine. "Oh my, they do seem trained don't they?"
Lucasiel watches quietly, while her daughter does so much more... Excitedly. Clapping and cheering for the little display, and pestering her mother to make sure she's watching. "That certainly is quite interesting, yes! I rarely see anything trained so well! Let alone these flighty creatures. Impressive, sir."
Flora wags her tail again, raising a brow and flicking her ears lightly. "Well... Flora hasn't seen them do that before. But amazing... Flora isn't sure yet, sorry," she rumbles, tail flicking lightly as she simply watches the squirkiks move about... Surely, there has to be something more to amaze this feline.
Seeing that his playing wasn't going to make him some coin on its own, Sh'liek stands up, taking two tiny daggers out from within his cloak and starts to stand on one foot, balancing one dagger on his tail and the other on the end of his tail.
Robert starts to play a different tune and the squirkiks all bound toward him as he slides an open box from the tent. The rodents dive into the box and emerge carrying various bits of wood and metal. In a matter of moments, the creatures have erected a small model of Good Castle! They then bound away and return to their acrobatics.
Sylera hears the excess music die off and sighs. While normally she loved music it was something very different when two different pieces were trying to compete. The short folk's next bit though is completely obscured by the crowd, and even if she did see it more than likely the betta would still be watching what is going on up on stage. "Oh my!" Sylera claps her hands in amusement as the vermin start assembling the model. Doing tricks was one thing but building!?
The little model gets another enthusiastic round of applause from Marianne, while Lucasiel studies it pensively. Tricks were one thing, but something like -that-? That was rather odd indeed. "Hmmm. Might I ask how you accomplish all this after your performance, friend? It's a very interesting talent!"
Another raised brow, and suddenly, Flora does seem interested in the squirkiks, her tails swishing behind her and her eyes cast over the squirkiks curiously. "This is not... Normal behavior for a squirkik, no... And they don't appear to be little golems... Hrmmm," the she-cat mumbles, watching them, watching Robert, and trying to figure out what is going on.
