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The Royal Rainbow Troupe was never going to miss an opportunity to perform. The whole tribe had spent the last few weeks preparing tirelessly; collecting the prettiest flowers they could find. Many of those flowers now ringed the 'stage'; a flat cleared area that had been pounded downs by heavy hooves to make it a suitable place to perform. Located in almost the exact middle of the festival, there was no way to miss the action.

The many Acha of the Royal Rainbow Troupe are giving out small posies to anyone who wanders close, tempting them into stopping to watch the variety of performers waiting for the spotlight. The space is only wide enough for one at a time and there seems to be some jostling as to who goes first, an issue that is soon sorted out when a doe covered in intricate markings prances forward to begin her dance.

She moves with a fluid ease; her gaze beckoning, her body shifting easily into positions a few moments ago you would have said were impossible.

The Tribe Leader stands nearby, his grin wide and proud. His voice occasionally booms out, welcoming everyone to share in his pleasure.



OOC Note:
The Royal Rainbow Troupe is here for your entertainment! You are welcome to come, collect a little posie and watch the performances. They'll also happily except flower gifts from their admirers.

As always, any Acha is welcome to join the troupe. Just ask Watch Me or corner Prize and you’re in without question.

Non-Acha are also welcomed, but only as tribe followers and helpers. They are still not allowed to perform.

Hemlock was loathe to admit she felt uncomfortable around fellow achas, but with so many flashy colors, quick dance routines and over the top grand displays, she felt herself pulled in. And what's this? They gave away posies, more flowers for her rightful crown as Shadow Queen of the Swamp. It's not an official title yet. She was still "earning her stripes" and learning the land with her minions (loss passerbys and canines). Operation Swamp Domination was still in its beginning stages. She needed to amass an army first. She approached a fellow black acha with his own canine and little bug in tow. Vetch was looking pretty unceremonious next to her without his own flowers.

"Hey, give me one. I want it top and center on my crown."

Ahhhh, the acha had such a lovely voice! She almost swooned. It would be perfect with some songbirds. Yes, she needed songbirds but her canine kept on eating them. As if reading her thoughts, he looked up at her expectantly. She knew just how to answer.

"Little Nightingale, I'll take a purple one and Vetch here will have white for his pure heart."

Three kin were off to the sidelines while Skindeep performed. Each one doing something very different than the other two. While one pair of eyes were constantly on the contorting acha, the other two pairs were only occasionally sparing her a glance or two.

It was Thunder's eyes trained on Skindeep. A smile playing at her mouth as she watched. This act was her favorite out of all of them, and she wasn't going to miss a single second. Her best friend, and another one of the only kimeti in the tribe, was next to her. The light pale and red streaked body of Let Me Fall was twisting and knotting in much the same way Skindeep's was. "Don't let Mister Acha-Only catch you doing that," Thunder said with a hiss to her companion. The movement stopped and Fall was standing next to her again. "He doesn't care," Fall replied with her usual lisp, "he just doesn't want me doing it on stage."

Bring in the Night was three footsteps behind the sour kimeti and rolling her eyes at the whole scene. She was only nearby for a chance to leap to the stage and tell one of her newest story-songs to an appreciative audience. In the mean time, it never hurt to wander around and pass out posies with the rest of the troupe.

Forever young was staying out of the way of the main performers for now, unless she was requested to do an act. For now she was doing what she did best, looking for younger members of the crowd to entertain (or older ones to annoy) with her funny faces and pantomimes, prancing amongst the crowd comically. If anyone caught her eye, she would immediately be drawn to them, whether they wanted her attention or not.

Ah spring. Flowers, dancing, songs and lovely ladies. Step to the Right rather liked the spring, and he had a mouth full of flowers to hand out to the lovely ladies in the troupe, and those who would come to watch. He was about to approach Prize to offer her a stem, when he got derailed by the sight of Thunder and Let Me Fall. He pranced up before giving his head a slight bow. "Ladies." He said around the stems in his mouth before offering the blooms to them.

Young was just about to sneak up behind a spectator to make faces at them when she heard someone call out. The description was obviously of her, oh how wonderful that someone seemed to realize how funny she was! She glanced in that direction, her interest perked momentarily at Night's beckoning, although she paused briefly. How did one pantomime... the moon? Her face twisted up in thought, then she shrugged. She would just do it like she did everything else -- on the fly. Without another moment's hesitation she pranced up on the stage after Night, though was careful to stay off to the side to give her center stage, and did her absolute best to impersonate a floating orb in the sky. Well, she certainly was bright enough to play the part. More than likely though, Night's pretty singing story was going to end up a comedy with Young up there with her.