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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The great public square is bustling with beings of every description, bundled up in colorful coats and scarves. It is a fine, sunny day, though it is still cold enough that there is no threat of the snow melting. Tents and stalls of every size shape and color fill the plaza and merchants cry out their wares. Amid all the activity is one very confused looking reindeer. Though he has changed race, acquired a new coat of blue fur and a fine new ear piercing, Hartford's distinct skunk pattern and slow, deep voice have not changed. The poor retainer seems to be having some trouble with a clothing merchant.<br> <br>Cassidy is in attendance today! Arm in arm with Natska, dressed up in one of her fancier dressed, with an additional thick leather jacket and her top hat worn over the little ear stockings that she'd taken to pulling over her tall ears. "What an exciting day!" She says with a happy twitch of her tail before looking over towards Hartford, almost not recognizing him til she remembers his... 'Incident.' "Hartford! Are you okay over there?"<br> <br>Dressed in her thicker leathers, and wearing her parka and her scarf, Natska's ears perk as she sees the reindeer having some issues. She stares for a moment. "Isn't that..." When Cassidy confirms it for her she smiles and follows Cass over to help out. "Hello!"<br> <br>Calisiel just happens to be around for the tournament, due to growing tired of the warm weather in Sweetwater, and in turn risking execution for prior banditry in/around Thera'Dor. Wearing heavy, black clothes, a hood, cloth over the face and leaning heavily on her staff, the crow glances around, notices some people she recognizes, assumes they're here for the tournament, approaches them. "Cassidy, Natska. Other guy."<br> <br>Cythim was also passing hereby, and wasn't quite aware of what was going on, she merely asked around if anything was going on. Having heard then of a tournament, out of curiosity, she went to it, going among the others for the time being.<br> <br>Hartford turns around when the others approach. "Oh, hello, Lady Cassidy, Miss Natska," he says, breath curling in whisps of steam in the air. The reindeer is not wearing his hand-me-down coat from Brutus today, looks like all that thick, blue fur isn't just for show. His plain street clothes show off his impressive physique and a stark, blues snowflake pattern in his fur sticking just above his collar. "This nice lady," he gestures at the snowy ermine running the stall, "Keeps telling me that I need to represent my house at the tournament in Caldera." He holds up a set of clothing in the Snowmark family colors of blue and white with snowflakes artfully scattered on it. "But she keeps giving me Snowmark stuff instead of Blackback stuff!" |
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| + | The little ermine titters at Hartford. "Lord Snowmark here is very silly!" she says, "Teasing Lunette like this!" She grins at the others as they come near. "You will travel to the tourney too?" she asks, "Perhaps you are wanting scarves or pennants for cheering on your favorites? Like big Lord Snowmark here?"<br> <br>Cassidy tilts her head and smiles softly. "Ahh, miss Lunette, I can confirm that this is not a Snowmark. This is Hartford! He is a bodyguard for house Blackback. He simply had a bit of a... Fashion malfunction during one of the Snowmark parties. You know how it goes," she says before giving Natska's arm a little squeeze. "And none for me, thank you! I will be participating myself!"<br> <br>Natska raises her eyebrows and looks over at Hartford. "Unless Lord Hartford here had more fun with Lord Sasha than we did, and is part of their family now," she adds, smiling at Hartford and giving Cass a small nudge. She turns her smile to Lunette and inclines her head. "Snowhame has been wonderful to us, miss, and I do love the Snowmarks, but we are all from Sweetwater! I myself will be representing the Solacious family, as well."<br> <br>Calisiel continues to lean heavily on her staff; either tired, or trying to appear old. "Participating, eh? Have fun, I'm just going to watch, yeah. Unless I get bored..." Tends to get bored easily. But, should avoid drawing attention to herself. "...I'll try not to get bored."<br> <br>Polilitcs and nobles held little priority in her mind, as she wasn't from the same world as they were, and names were only senseful to know knew their signification. As for the tournament... she would be willing to join up, but wasn't willing to say anything as for yet.<br> <br>Lunette, the shop keeper taps her nose conspiritorially. "Fine, fine," she says, "But you cannot fool Lunette so easily." The little ermine turns away and digs around under a covered table for a minute before returning with a collection of scarves, sashes and pennants in the colors of Sweetwater's noble houses. "It is not often that we have foreigners travel to COMPETE at great Caldera," she says, "It is very far to travel even for us! The caravan will leave tomorrow to reach the great mountain in time." | ||
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| + | Hartford finds that while the shopkeeper's attention is off of him for now, he is still holding the bundle of clothes that she foisted on him. "Um," he rumbles, "What should I do with these?"<br> <br>Cassidy claps her hands together and smiles. "Thank you! And yes, we were in the neighborhood, and... Well. Natska and I do love a good competition! We're not ones to sit on the sidelines and simply watch, oh no! We have to put a good light on the Solacious house!"<br> <br>"If you do not want them, Hartford, then give them back," Natska explains, then nods at Lunette. "Yes. Other business brought us, but as long as we are here... ..." she trails off and her eyes narrow as she actually registers who else is here. "You." She says, turning her head to look at Calisiel. "Just do not cause a scene."<br> <br>Calisiel stands up straighter, stretches. "Good luck with that, Cass. Don't screw up; would look bad for both your family and Sweetwater." Something about her tone sounds disinterested; probably due to not being from Sweetwater. "I won't cause any problems. Wouldn't end well. For me, specifically." Looks over to Hartford: "Wear them? Or, give them to me. Can always use more clothes." The crow shrugs; smiling behind the hood and clothe she's using to hide her identity.<br> <br>Cythim was looking at the others folks present at the place to see who she would be against. But from what she hears, things will probably be not easy as they would have their honor to defend as well as more skill than here. Still... Things could go crazy from what she heard.<br> <br>"No no no!" Lunette waves off Hartford as he tries to return the clothes, "Is very good luck to give a gift to a fighting Snowmark before Great Caldera! You keep them!"Ignoring Hartford's stammering, she turns and gives a long look to Calisiel. "You are seeming familiar," she says, "We have met before?" | ||
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| + | Calisiel is saved from further scrutiny by the arrival of a nee distraction. "Hello friends from Sweetwater!" crows Hugo Snowmark, "Getting ready for the tournament?" He sees Hartford's armload of clothing and grins, slapping the reindeer on the back. "Fighting for the family already, cousin?" he asks jovially. | ||
Revision as of 19:34, 14 October 2014
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Date
14/10/477
Log
The great public square is bustling with beings of every description, bundled up in colorful coats and scarves. It is a fine, sunny day, though it is still cold enough that there is no threat of the snow melting. Tents and stalls of every size shape and color fill the plaza and merchants cry out their wares. Amid all the activity is one very confused looking reindeer. Though he has changed race, acquired a new coat of blue fur and a fine new ear piercing, Hartford's distinct skunk pattern and slow, deep voice have not changed. The poor retainer seems to be having some trouble with a clothing merchant.
Cassidy is in attendance today! Arm in arm with Natska, dressed up in one of her fancier dressed, with an additional thick leather jacket and her top hat worn over the little ear stockings that she'd taken to pulling over her tall ears. "What an exciting day!" She says with a happy twitch of her tail before looking over towards Hartford, almost not recognizing him til she remembers his... 'Incident.' "Hartford! Are you okay over there?"
Dressed in her thicker leathers, and wearing her parka and her scarf, Natska's ears perk as she sees the reindeer having some issues. She stares for a moment. "Isn't that..." When Cassidy confirms it for her she smiles and follows Cass over to help out. "Hello!"
Calisiel just happens to be around for the tournament, due to growing tired of the warm weather in Sweetwater, and in turn risking execution for prior banditry in/around Thera'Dor. Wearing heavy, black clothes, a hood, cloth over the face and leaning heavily on her staff, the crow glances around, notices some people she recognizes, assumes they're here for the tournament, approaches them. "Cassidy, Natska. Other guy."
Cythim was also passing hereby, and wasn't quite aware of what was going on, she merely asked around if anything was going on. Having heard then of a tournament, out of curiosity, she went to it, going among the others for the time being.
Hartford turns around when the others approach. "Oh, hello, Lady Cassidy, Miss Natska," he says, breath curling in whisps of steam in the air. The reindeer is not wearing his hand-me-down coat from Brutus today, looks like all that thick, blue fur isn't just for show. His plain street clothes show off his impressive physique and a stark, blues snowflake pattern in his fur sticking just above his collar. "This nice lady," he gestures at the snowy ermine running the stall, "Keeps telling me that I need to represent my house at the tournament in Caldera." He holds up a set of clothing in the Snowmark family colors of blue and white with snowflakes artfully scattered on it. "But she keeps giving me Snowmark stuff instead of Blackback stuff!"
The little ermine titters at Hartford. "Lord Snowmark here is very silly!" she says, "Teasing Lunette like this!" She grins at the others as they come near. "You will travel to the tourney too?" she asks, "Perhaps you are wanting scarves or pennants for cheering on your favorites? Like big Lord Snowmark here?"
Cassidy tilts her head and smiles softly. "Ahh, miss Lunette, I can confirm that this is not a Snowmark. This is Hartford! He is a bodyguard for house Blackback. He simply had a bit of a... Fashion malfunction during one of the Snowmark parties. You know how it goes," she says before giving Natska's arm a little squeeze. "And none for me, thank you! I will be participating myself!"
Natska raises her eyebrows and looks over at Hartford. "Unless Lord Hartford here had more fun with Lord Sasha than we did, and is part of their family now," she adds, smiling at Hartford and giving Cass a small nudge. She turns her smile to Lunette and inclines her head. "Snowhame has been wonderful to us, miss, and I do love the Snowmarks, but we are all from Sweetwater! I myself will be representing the Solacious family, as well."
Calisiel continues to lean heavily on her staff; either tired, or trying to appear old. "Participating, eh? Have fun, I'm just going to watch, yeah. Unless I get bored..." Tends to get bored easily. But, should avoid drawing attention to herself. "...I'll try not to get bored."
Polilitcs and nobles held little priority in her mind, as she wasn't from the same world as they were, and names were only senseful to know knew their signification. As for the tournament... she would be willing to join up, but wasn't willing to say anything as for yet.
Lunette, the shop keeper taps her nose conspiritorially. "Fine, fine," she says, "But you cannot fool Lunette so easily." The little ermine turns away and digs around under a covered table for a minute before returning with a collection of scarves, sashes and pennants in the colors of Sweetwater's noble houses. "It is not often that we have foreigners travel to COMPETE at great Caldera," she says, "It is very far to travel even for us! The caravan will leave tomorrow to reach the great mountain in time."
Hartford finds that while the shopkeeper's attention is off of him for now, he is still holding the bundle of clothes that she foisted on him. "Um," he rumbles, "What should I do with these?"
Cassidy claps her hands together and smiles. "Thank you! And yes, we were in the neighborhood, and... Well. Natska and I do love a good competition! We're not ones to sit on the sidelines and simply watch, oh no! We have to put a good light on the Solacious house!"
"If you do not want them, Hartford, then give them back," Natska explains, then nods at Lunette. "Yes. Other business brought us, but as long as we are here... ..." she trails off and her eyes narrow as she actually registers who else is here. "You." She says, turning her head to look at Calisiel. "Just do not cause a scene."
Calisiel stands up straighter, stretches. "Good luck with that, Cass. Don't screw up; would look bad for both your family and Sweetwater." Something about her tone sounds disinterested; probably due to not being from Sweetwater. "I won't cause any problems. Wouldn't end well. For me, specifically." Looks over to Hartford: "Wear them? Or, give them to me. Can always use more clothes." The crow shrugs; smiling behind the hood and clothe she's using to hide her identity.
Cythim was looking at the others folks present at the place to see who she would be against. But from what she hears, things will probably be not easy as they would have their honor to defend as well as more skill than here. Still... Things could go crazy from what she heard.
"No no no!" Lunette waves off Hartford as he tries to return the clothes, "Is very good luck to give a gift to a fighting Snowmark before Great Caldera! You keep them!"Ignoring Hartford's stammering, she turns and gives a long look to Calisiel. "You are seeming familiar," she says, "We have met before?"
Calisiel is saved from further scrutiny by the arrival of a nee distraction. "Hello friends from Sweetwater!" crows Hugo Snowmark, "Getting ready for the tournament?" He sees Hartford's armload of clothing and grins, slapping the reindeer on the back. "Fighting for the family already, cousin?" he asks jovially.
