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Shesha Post 3

Giving a little snort Shesha lifted a hand, running his fingers through his hair, and said, "I don't get frazzled and I am not a perzi, little fish. I am pleased to see that you're perking up and smiling a bit. I much prefer you actually smiling instead of looking completely dour around me. It makes me think that you don't care for me." Which would annoy him since he enjoyed having a fawning audience.

Turning to glance his way for a moment, his gaze leaving the battles going on before them, he gave his outfit another once over before looking forward again, "It seems like an... interesting sort of... test? Though at the same time don't you think it a risky thing, jingling about when Lord Parthlio is often skulking about looking for an opening to grab you? Unless you think your skills are getting to a point where you can slip by him?" The last question was a really curious one since he was interested in Aqio's growing skills.

Giving a chuckle as his comment he said, "I doubt that they are so forgiving. There are those who probably came eager to have a shot at taking a swing at those they hate. Not to mention if someone from outside of Oba wins they will be able to rub it in the faces of their hosts." That was what he felt would happen at least. Smirking he said, "But hey, maybe we are wrong and some sappy, peace loving dolt will be the one to win?"

Lasseyn Post 3

When Varinia looked her way Lasseyn couldn't help but smile back, even if she was frozen in place from how nervous she was. Then to make matters even worse Naevius spoke to her. She didn't know what to do with the compliment, her face flushed from the blush on her face. "Thank you... And yes. You're home land is nice, and you have good food." she said looking between the two women and her mother.

When Naevius asked her mother if they had met before her faced scrunched in confusion. Her mother never told her about meeting Obans. What was she hiding?

Lasarra Post 3

She held on tightly to her daughters hand, watching her as the two women approached and one spoke to her. Lasseyn was so fearless. St that age Lasarra wasn't sure that she would be able to speak to strangers, let alone people from a completely different race.

When Naevius directed her attention towards her Lasarra looked up and was shocked to see a familiar face. It wasn't overly familiar, she hadn't seen it in years, but since it was only of the only friendly Oban encounters she had ever had she remembered the girl.

"I believe we met once before, during the war? We spoke of your creatures." she remembered. Oh how things had changed over the years.

Aqio Post 3

He smiled a little more. "On the contrary Shesha, your the only Oban besides my Mentor that I like." he admitted readily. As he looked out over the crowd he saw a few fights were already under way. "Hm. The fighters seem to be varied in both skill and motive..."

At the other's inquiries he made a tsking sound. "I'm not afraid of him. I was told that he loathes this tournament so he has retreated to the other Oban settlement for now. For a year, I believe, I should be safe to wander and increase my skill...my Caretaker talked of using dyes to change my hair color...I'll be forgoing the face paint for now. I wore it for my brother, but even he wants me to excel in this field and to do so..." he chuckled. "I have to stop hiding behind this mask."

At the male's final comment Aqio gave a more hearty laugh. "I think my Mentor has money down on that."

Dyakida post 2

"Mmm. Yes. A few." she said, reaching out towards Ilyra to touch her hand in greeting. "But the better sales will come closer to the end, I think, once people have seen what my weapons can do." she'd offered spare weapons for the prentices, though she had heard that the Obans had provided some of their own army surplus... so in that sense, it was her weapons against theirs. No question which would reign supreme.

"Who is fighting now? Anyone who bears my weapons?" she asked, listening to the crowd cheer. "When do you fight, sister?"

Vodyanoi -- post 3

Vodyanoi listened and nodded curiously as they delved deeper into the subject of the other young man's creations, somewhat surprised that he hadn't sold any yet (he'd seen some people selling far shabbier wares in the markets, that was certain). Surely if he just so much as spread out a blanket in some busy spot somewhere, he'd surely make himself some extra coin by the end of the day. But perhaps that sort of thing didn't come naturally to everyone. Vodyanoi himself had, by now, gotten pretty used to the daily grind of making money in the markets, and he didn't even have anything physical to sell.

Before he could tell the man what he was thinking, though, another pale-haired fellow walked up... with sad slope to his shoulders, and... oooh, a glint of jealousy in his words.

Vodyanoi laughed openly, affording the cute pair a wink. "A friend? Of sorts."

The bejeweled wind boy, however, then admitted he didn't even know Vodyanoi's name, which sort of spoiled his (probably ill-advised) bid to tease the jealous loser on as some sort of payback for his less-than-amiable greeting. Oh, well. Maybe it was just him who was jealous, anyway, because he certainly didn't have a brave warrior fighting in the tournament.

"I'm Vodyanoi. -- a musician, by trade. I've got a perzi too, but he's just a kitten. I was afraid a janarim would eat him or something, if he came out with me."

Xarnith Post 2

Xarnith blinked at the water male, shifting his body to extend a hand. "Nice to meet you, as Bisera said I'm Xarnith." he felt small claws in his leg then sighed. "I'm sorry about my attitude when I walked up. Not...a fan of losing." He felt like he did that a lot. There was that random sparring match his Uncle set up...then there was that farce of a hunt. He shook his head a bit. "It's nice to meet you. Vodyanoi. I'll admit. I haven't met a Matori Tribesmen yet."

He looked at the other and nodded in apperication. "Did you want to grab some food with us or were you here with others?"

Aldren
Post: 1

He'd parted ways with the family and friends he'd traveled with nearly first thing that morning. His sister had wished him luck and told him not to make too much a fool of himself. Aldren didn't feel inclined to make any such promises. Uncle had informed him they'd be on the sidelines, so Aldren could seek them out when he was through. And Zumei... Well, she'd had her own fight to get to. Before they'd had a chance to split, he told her he'd be rooting for her. And surely someone when that much energy and eagerness couldn't do poorly. She'd probably be fine.

He didn't think as much could be said for himself. Needless to say, a tall, scrawny, untrained Ice boy having his first fight in the desert sun wasn't likely to get very far, and somehow, that suited Aldren just fine.

After his match, he was a bit tired, a little sore, and definitely hungry, but still in good spirits, all the same. Maybe he'd lost, but it was still an interesting experience and not one he would've had in Zena. Not that anything about the festival was. Aldren made it up into the stands in time to catch the start of Zumei's fight. Unfortunately, there wasn't much more to it than that. Maybe that was just what happened against those oversized Alk girls. They really were quite tall and dangerous-looking.

After only a few minutes of sitting, Aldren stood again and moved to head back down to the arena entrance to console the Wind female. She'd been so excited; hopefully the loss wasn't too upsetting. But maybe some food would help. It sounded good to him, anyway.