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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It is a beautiful day out by old Ridgewater Farm. Several tents and stalls have been set up around a large, central pavillion, all selling fresh produce. Fruit and vegetables and preserves and baked goods of all sorts change hands amid laughter and general neighborliness. It looks like something off a post card. |
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| + | In the middle of all of the chatting, happy crowds, an oddly dressed rhino wanders around. Dax is used to being in large crowds, but rarely one as friendly as this one. He seems to be holding a little pastry that someone put in his hand, though he seems unsure what to do with it. | ||
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| + | Aside from this little oddity, there are jugglers and mummers and even a little puppet show! And a small band seems to be forming up in the main pavilion.<br> <br>Bazalt pads along, tail flicking. The wolf always enjoyed going to these events there was so much to learn about how beings acted, also there was food.He nods to himself and sighs abit. Even though there were intresting Experiences the wolf himself never really participated either due to being a shadow or sociall akward... or both. however he does beeline towards Dax when he spots him, smiling. "Hey, Dax, Been a while, how are you?" he asks,eyes shooting to the pastry.<br> <br>Lyas has been here for some time already, enjoying watching the farming community come alive. It makes a great difference from the last time he was out this way - the atmosphere was certainly not so festive then. The cat is in the thick of things, walking around inspecting the stalls- but avoiding the worst of the crowds. He is, after all, still in possession of a broken arm, conspicuously held up in a sling. The jostling press of beings makes him wince when someone strays too close and bumps into him.<br> <br> Festivities. Not the most productive use of time... though, Kilani seems to be making an effort to enjoy herself, mingling with the crowd, occasionally stealing a pastry or two to eat. Well, 'stealing'. It's offered for everyone, after all. And, well, 'mingling'. This consists of merely wandering through the crowd until she happens to bump into somebody, at which point there's an awkward and forced discourse, and they both move on. So, not much productivity at all. Besides the food.<br> <br>Dax blinks and starts a little at being addressed. "Oh! Hello, Mister Bazalt," he says in his strange, buzzing voice, like a hive of harmonious bees. He notes the wolf's glances at the little fruit pastry in his hand and offers it. "Someone just gave it to me," he confesses, "Would you like it? I don't really like sweet things." The little rhino is out of uniform today and wearing his chosen casual clothing, still outlandish, but not so reminiscent of his Creator masters. | ||
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| + | "Who is your friend, Dax?" A tall Creator man wearing an approximation of local clothing walks up and ruffles the small rhino's soft mohawk. "You didn't say that you knew anyone at this PARTY." The little translating machine spirit that floats over his shoulder helpfully replaces a strange word.<br> <br>Bazalt Nods adn takes the pastry slowly, just incase Daw wanted it but as soon as it reaches his mouth it is gone. "Mrrfm?" the wolf Half mumbles through his food, glances at the creator, confused for a few moments. "Hello there." he says after swallowing. "I'm Bazalt, are you Dax's Um.. Creator.. friend?" he cants his head to the side slightly, looking him over curiously before looking towards Dax If anything the wolf seemed to be.. studying them both, and that little Translating thingy too.<br> <br>Lyas continues to meander about the area, nudging people aside with a foot where necessary. One small, unfortunate being trips right over the cat's leg as he uses it to prod someone else; he responds to this being's glare with only a grin, and they shut their mouth before anything spills out. It's hard for them to berate someone obviously injured, after all. | ||
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| + | One ear swerving as he catches the edge of Bazalt's conversation with Dax, Lyas turns in that direction - and walks almost directly into Kilani. Not someone he was keen to see, a fact that shows clearly on the cat's face!<br> <br> The bat slowly inserts a pastry into her mouth, chewing quietly, apparently completely unbothered by Lyas' expression. She then swallows the pastry, and continues walking through the crowd, apparently looking to stow a plate full of whatever those meat-filled pie things were in her bag, perhaps along with the plate, too. Depending on what the plate was made of. She eyes the strange rhino and the creator as she passes, raising an eyebrow, though fails to say anything.<br> <br>Reginald , a little late to the party, quietly slips in amongst the crowd, nodding in cursory greeting to any beings that may look upon him. The lynx is dressed in plain, but neat, casual clothing, looking somewhat distinct from his usual appearance in armour, and is unarmed, apart from the old sword upon his hip. Looking about him, the feline searches for any familiar faces in the crowd of bustling beings, after a while spotting a certain shadow wolf talking with a Rino being and a Creator, at which point he makes to move to join them. However, half way through his journey he can't help but bump into the bandaged arm of a Tabby, recoiling at the accidental contact, and quickly offering up an apology. ".. Sorry! I didn't .. Lyas? .. Sorry, I didn't see you there. What .. What did you do to your arm?" Reginald pauses for a few moments, tilting his head in concern, as he waits on a reply.<br> <br>"Yes!" the smiling Creator says, "Dax is my friend! He offered to show me around the area and I just HAD to come and see this little. . ." he hesitates, "What did you call it?" | ||
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| + | "A harvest festival," Dax murmurs, obviously uncomfortable in all of this. | ||
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| + | "Festival! Right!" the Creator man says, slapping Dax on the back and turning a pearly white grin on Bazalt, "I just couldn't stay away!" He runs his hand through artfully messy blond hair and grins around at the stalls and performers. A few beings gawk openly, but most seem to be trying to play it cool. | ||
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| + | In the pavillion, the little band has started to play some light dancing music and a few beings have taken up the invitation to show off a few steps.<br> <br>Bazalt nods to the creator "do... you have a name?" he frowns beofre lookintg to Dax, clearly not understand Anything as to why Dax should be uncomfortable. "Is.. something Wrong, Dax?" he asks, raising a brow "Did..I say something wrong or.. miscommunicate?" the shadow looks hismelf over and then looks at Dax, utterly Baffled. <br> <br>Staring after the bat, Lyas is blind to his surroundings until Reginald bumps into him, prompting the cat to jump away, swearing. His face quickly clears when he realises just who is before him, though. Grinning, the tabby shrugs, wiggling his stiff fingers. "Hah, well, same story as any Freesword - work." The full story is a little more embarrassing, and Lyas is reluctant to tell it to the other feline. "Wasn't far from here, actually - you hear about the firebug comin' round the farms? We almost had him. Almost." He tilts his head, unconsciously mimicking Reginald. "Came on your own? Baz's over there. Reckon we should go say hello?" | ||
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26/7/479
Log
It is a beautiful day out by old Ridgewater Farm. Several tents and stalls have been set up around a large, central pavillion, all selling fresh produce. Fruit and vegetables and preserves and baked goods of all sorts change hands amid laughter and general neighborliness. It looks like something off a post card.
Or it would.
If they had postcards here.
In the middle of all of the chatting, happy crowds, an oddly dressed rhino wanders around. Dax is used to being in large crowds, but rarely one as friendly as this one. He seems to be holding a little pastry that someone put in his hand, though he seems unsure what to do with it.
Aside from this little oddity, there are jugglers and mummers and even a little puppet show! And a small band seems to be forming up in the main pavilion.
Bazalt pads along, tail flicking. The wolf always enjoyed going to these events there was so much to learn about how beings acted, also there was food.He nods to himself and sighs abit. Even though there were intresting Experiences the wolf himself never really participated either due to being a shadow or sociall akward... or both. however he does beeline towards Dax when he spots him, smiling. "Hey, Dax, Been a while, how are you?" he asks,eyes shooting to the pastry.
Lyas has been here for some time already, enjoying watching the farming community come alive. It makes a great difference from the last time he was out this way - the atmosphere was certainly not so festive then. The cat is in the thick of things, walking around inspecting the stalls- but avoiding the worst of the crowds. He is, after all, still in possession of a broken arm, conspicuously held up in a sling. The jostling press of beings makes him wince when someone strays too close and bumps into him.
Festivities. Not the most productive use of time... though, Kilani seems to be making an effort to enjoy herself, mingling with the crowd, occasionally stealing a pastry or two to eat. Well, 'stealing'. It's offered for everyone, after all. And, well, 'mingling'. This consists of merely wandering through the crowd until she happens to bump into somebody, at which point there's an awkward and forced discourse, and they both move on. So, not much productivity at all. Besides the food.
Dax blinks and starts a little at being addressed. "Oh! Hello, Mister Bazalt," he says in his strange, buzzing voice, like a hive of harmonious bees. He notes the wolf's glances at the little fruit pastry in his hand and offers it. "Someone just gave it to me," he confesses, "Would you like it? I don't really like sweet things." The little rhino is out of uniform today and wearing his chosen casual clothing, still outlandish, but not so reminiscent of his Creator masters.
Speaking of whom. . .
"Who is your friend, Dax?" A tall Creator man wearing an approximation of local clothing walks up and ruffles the small rhino's soft mohawk. "You didn't say that you knew anyone at this PARTY." The little translating machine spirit that floats over his shoulder helpfully replaces a strange word.
Bazalt Nods adn takes the pastry slowly, just incase Daw wanted it but as soon as it reaches his mouth it is gone. "Mrrfm?" the wolf Half mumbles through his food, glances at the creator, confused for a few moments. "Hello there." he says after swallowing. "I'm Bazalt, are you Dax's Um.. Creator.. friend?" he cants his head to the side slightly, looking him over curiously before looking towards Dax If anything the wolf seemed to be.. studying them both, and that little Translating thingy too.
Lyas continues to meander about the area, nudging people aside with a foot where necessary. One small, unfortunate being trips right over the cat's leg as he uses it to prod someone else; he responds to this being's glare with only a grin, and they shut their mouth before anything spills out. It's hard for them to berate someone obviously injured, after all.
One ear swerving as he catches the edge of Bazalt's conversation with Dax, Lyas turns in that direction - and walks almost directly into Kilani. Not someone he was keen to see, a fact that shows clearly on the cat's face!
The bat slowly inserts a pastry into her mouth, chewing quietly, apparently completely unbothered by Lyas' expression. She then swallows the pastry, and continues walking through the crowd, apparently looking to stow a plate full of whatever those meat-filled pie things were in her bag, perhaps along with the plate, too. Depending on what the plate was made of. She eyes the strange rhino and the creator as she passes, raising an eyebrow, though fails to say anything.
Reginald , a little late to the party, quietly slips in amongst the crowd, nodding in cursory greeting to any beings that may look upon him. The lynx is dressed in plain, but neat, casual clothing, looking somewhat distinct from his usual appearance in armour, and is unarmed, apart from the old sword upon his hip. Looking about him, the feline searches for any familiar faces in the crowd of bustling beings, after a while spotting a certain shadow wolf talking with a Rino being and a Creator, at which point he makes to move to join them. However, half way through his journey he can't help but bump into the bandaged arm of a Tabby, recoiling at the accidental contact, and quickly offering up an apology. ".. Sorry! I didn't .. Lyas? .. Sorry, I didn't see you there. What .. What did you do to your arm?" Reginald pauses for a few moments, tilting his head in concern, as he waits on a reply.
"Yes!" the smiling Creator says, "Dax is my friend! He offered to show me around the area and I just HAD to come and see this little. . ." he hesitates, "What did you call it?"
"A harvest festival," Dax murmurs, obviously uncomfortable in all of this.
"Festival! Right!" the Creator man says, slapping Dax on the back and turning a pearly white grin on Bazalt, "I just couldn't stay away!" He runs his hand through artfully messy blond hair and grins around at the stalls and performers. A few beings gawk openly, but most seem to be trying to play it cool.
In the pavillion, the little band has started to play some light dancing music and a few beings have taken up the invitation to show off a few steps.
Bazalt nods to the creator "do... you have a name?" he frowns beofre lookintg to Dax, clearly not understand Anything as to why Dax should be uncomfortable. "Is.. something Wrong, Dax?" he asks, raising a brow "Did..I say something wrong or.. miscommunicate?" the shadow looks hismelf over and then looks at Dax, utterly Baffled.
Staring after the bat, Lyas is blind to his surroundings until Reginald bumps into him, prompting the cat to jump away, swearing. His face quickly clears when he realises just who is before him, though. Grinning, the tabby shrugs, wiggling his stiff fingers. "Hah, well, same story as any Freesword - work." The full story is a little more embarrassing, and Lyas is reluctant to tell it to the other feline. "Wasn't far from here, actually - you hear about the firebug comin' round the farms? We almost had him. Almost." He tilts his head, unconsciously mimicking Reginald. "Came on your own? Baz's over there. Reckon we should go say hello?"
