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Sezarra strode along with her Daddy, wishing her legs were longer, she felt like a shrimp. Her head kept swiveling back and forth trying to get in as much of the sights as possible from her limited height. So many new things it was a bit of a data swamp but it was definitly not boring out here. "Oh look Daddy! Games!" Indeed there were a few different types of games were people faced off against each other, it looked like a riot of fun with all the colors and balls. Her grin split her face. "Look you get menk! Can I have a menk?"

Ruelash hated parties, and usually avoided festivals like the plague, but he made an exception to this one. ”Hey, 'roia.” he said to his companion as he ate a piece of amazingly delicious marinated and cooked meat purchased from a grinning shifter at a merchant stall, ”What d'you think.” he began, ”Y'think we can get a fight here?” with all these warriors around, the thought of even a sparring match sounded excellent.

He caught sight of the games, but, as they were, they weren't interesting.

”Might be fun, with an audience.”

"Ahh Iroia, how nice to see you again. I see you have also been busy, lovely blades, my congratulations." Sauron smiled at her and nodded at Ruelash. "I don't believe we have met, my name is Sauron." He wondered if Kiyelt knew this fellow, who looked like he was from Zena. He watched Sezarra with a bemused look on his face, Iroia had never acted overly tame and now with the tattooed straoped along half her body, she no longer looked it either. He wondered what Sezarra would think. He patted her shoulder comfortingly, it looked like the game they were standing in front of was attracting others. A pair of tendajians with Alkidike features were approaching, one acting as a guide for the other. Sauron dug in his pocked and fingered the coins there, he had enough to get himself and Seze in a few games, maybe Iroia and her friend...partner...mate... whatever he was would join them. Sezarra might surprise them all in the game, then again maybe not. It appeared that everyone around who may particiapate were not in their prentice stage, a big advantage over his youngling, but Sezarra was canny and had made a career out of avoiding him and had succeeded many times.

It was just some kid... not a big deal to Ruelash, and not worth going to see, but he had nowhere else to go in this damnable crowd, so it may as well be with. He stood by, trying to look as uninterested as possible, although honestly he thought kids were cute. To an extent.

And then the grown up decided to talk to him. Ruelash gave him an annoyed and, almost, disgusted look. “No.” he mumbled, unfriendly as always. He, notably, didn't bother to give his name, though it seemed that Iroia knew him and his kid.

Well. She could introduce him, then, because he didn't give a damn.

Except... then the kid spoke to him. “Thanks.” He said to her leaning down to better see Sezarra without craning his neck. “I get ya.” he said, appreciatively, “Ya wanna play with them all, not just ride one. You like fierce 'uns?” he asked, “Whats yer favorite animal, kid?”

Sezarra turned back to Ruelash with another smile, this time it showed an unessisarily large amount of teeth, not the sweet smile of before. Now this was an interesting question. "Janarim actually, they have the biggest teeth I've seen so far and are designed for battle. The fiercer the better. I already have a radaku, he is pretty cool. I want to see all the new ones and sailscales as well. There is so much to discover for myself that I can't wait until I am taller."

"I want to go out an conquer, instead I'm either home with my brother or hiding from daddy, he doesn't quite understand that I want my own time." Of course her father was doing it to keep her safe but she preferred not to think about danger that way, more like a challenge then a risk. "Thorvin is better trained then even Daddy's radaku and Daddy is much older.

Sauron glared at his daughter for the crack on his age. She was getting older and more fiesty by the day, he kind of wished she had chosen dancer but then instead of large toothy beasts he would have to fend off boys and he wasn't sure what was worse. Fangs or lips, why should a father EVER have to chose between them..then there was Kres who oozed charm like slime but that was Kel's department not his. He grinned at this thought.

Odd how Ruelash had a better time talking to his daughter..that should also concern him. Birds of a feather and all that. Which meant his daughter had a little wildness inside her as well.

The others approached and he greeted them as well. "A pleasure to meet you."| Who would have thought that standing in one place could attract so many people.

”Janarim, huh” Ruelash whistled approvingly, ”Nice. They're real big, ya know” he said, nodding. ”Other people don' get it, you know?” he commiserated, ”We just wanna go out and do things, stabbin' things, and they don't get it.” He grinned, feral as a beast, ”Hey, you ever think of the critters what don't got the teeth or the claws?”

He barely spared the newcomers a glance more than he had the first time. Alkidikes, whatever. A hybrid... whatever. So what if the hybrid looked a little familiar? Ruelash didn't care.

”I've got me an Aldabuk, an' shes a fierce beauty.” he said proudly.