++Smooth Criminal++

[DemonicFox99]

The elated fire demon scurried through the settlement shouting orders with an uncontrolable smile on his face. Promptly he returned to Kette to drag him away. "Come! I want to introduce you to my men." He stole Kette away leaving his companions behind.

Lance frowned, "I just hope they have a good cook."

[Rikku_Feline]

Myfi jumped slightly as Kette was suddenly pulled away from her. She then stood close to Casticus, placing a hand on his arm. The kelpie pulled her closer, keeping a hand on her shoulder. He could tell she was still nervous around some of these people despite anything the older demon might have said.

[DemonicFox99]

Before long Keifer had drug Kette around to every on in the camp introducing him to every unlucky soul that happened to pass by. Slightly annoyed Kette sluggishly followed him.

Sylryl wrapped her arms around Myfi and rested her chin on her head. Night was fast falling on the group. "Lets go sit down some where."

[Rikku_Feline]

Myfi closed her eyes, comfortable in the arms of two people. Casticus adjusted his arm as Sylryl pressed herself against the selkie as well. Myfi nodded tiredly as Casticus looked away from the two. "Yes...let us find a place to rest..." Myfi ended up resting in on a crate, leaning her head against Sylryl's arm and scanning the crowds of bandits for Keifer or Kette.

[DemonicFox99]

The elf pulled the girl into her lap and reached into the little pouch on her waist to pull out a small ivory brush, carved with intricate vines and decorated with gold. Gently she began running it through the selkie's hair, easing out the tangles and twinging small intricate braids into her hair.

Keifer caught sight of one last man carrying on his back a sack of flower to the cooking tent. "Cynric!!" The man turned around, his brilliantly blonde hair twirling around his cheeks and underneath his olive eyes.

"Keifer?" His voice was soft and kind towards his dear friend. Father drug Son to stand before the slender man.

"I found him... I finally found him Cynric." He sounded less excited about it now as if tears were pushing at his eyes. Cynric's eyes widened as he slowly set the bag down.

"He looks just like you Keifer.."

[Rikku_Feline]

Casticus boredly stuck his hands in his pocket, surprised as his fingers brushed against something rough. He wrapped his fist around a leather chord, pulling out a long necklace with a small conch-like shell on the end. Four perfect holes of different sizes had been carved into the brown and white shell. He teltrd his head to the side, gazing at the shell before turning to the selkie. Very gently, he slipped the leather chord around her pale neck, tying it it tightly so it wouldn't fall off. The selkie opened her eyes in surprise at the small weight on her chest, touching it softly with her fingers before looking up at Casticus who was smiling warmly at her.

[DemonicFox99]

Several hours passed and the feast was set up to perfection. A large table stretched across the center of the camp and every inch was covered with food. A bonfire burned also in the center as the members of the clan began to celebrate and drink merrily.

Kette was trying to escape his father and Cynric to find Myfi but was being unsuccessful.

[Rikku_Feline]

Myfi sat down at the table, Casticus flanking her and making sure they didn't get lost. Myfi looked around for the two demons, seeing Kette somewhat off in the distance. She shyly waved at him, hoping he would see before returning to fiddling with the small shell, rubbing her thumb over the small holes of the shell. Casticus looked up at the demon, frowning before looking over at Sylryl instead.

[DemonicFox99]

"Wonder why their leader has taken a liking to him." She was staring at Kette.

Kette caught sight of her and tried desperately to escape his father. The happy calls of Keifers men caused him to look away for a split second, but it was all Kette needed to make his escape and race to Myfi. Swiftly he wrapped his arms around her. "Im sorry... I've been trying to get away from him."

[Rikku_Feline]

She giggled, whispering, "It's alright...." Myfi leaned back against him, muttering softly, "Sit with me..." Casticus looked away, frowing before sighing and staring at the ground. The kelpie gripped the table tightly, knuckles turning white with lack of blood as his grey blue eyes bore into the table.

[DemonicFox99]

Kette squeezed in between her and Sylryl trying to hide from his dad, while Keifer wandered around looking for him.

Several men came out holding trays carrying large pitchers of gin and rum. Mugs were placed infront of each of them and filled to the brim with the amber liquid. Kette gingerly took a drink of his smacking his lips at the taste. Sylryl refused hers wishing she had a more eloquent drink. Lance was angrily demanding carrot juice.

[Rikku_Feline]

Myfi gingerly sniffed the drink before allowing some of it to pour down her throat, warming her. She shut her eyes for a moment, taking in the warmth before going back for another sip. Casticus wasted no time in downing his own drink, slamming the glass against the table. He just wanted to forget everything that had happened over the past few days. Taking a bottle, he refilled his glass, doing the same, hoping that somehow the alcohol would help.

[DemonicFox99]

Deeper into the night Kette was feeling a lot better. He was laughing and acting silly with the other members of the clan. His father was also pretty wasted and grabbed him by the shoulder slurring his words in german. Kette laughed and replied, also in drunken german aswell.

Sylryl watched smiling at how cute Kette was when drunk.

[Rikku_Feline]

Myfi's eyes were half lidded as she walked over to Kette, wrapping her arms around him. "Keeeeetteee..." she said, face flushed from the warming alcohol and eye unfocused. "MmmMMmm...you smell good..." She nuzzled up to him, blinking up at him with her lips slightly parted.

Casticus simply stared, completely unfocused, at Syrlyl, his chin propped up against the back of his hand.

[DemonicFox99]

Lance groaned and rolled his eyes at the two, thoroughly angry that the older ones would not let him have any of the alcohol.

Sylryl was actually smiling for no apparent reason sipping on her gin as she kept a close eye on Myfi.

Kette suddenly sobered a little bit holding Myfi up off the ground. He you've got legs." He blushes brightly hoping no one would see him.