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"Oh no no! It's fine! We`rika can pay for it no sweat!" Sevilin assured Ebony not to worry. It would be all taken care of later.

Enamored by a strong rush of fresh roses, the watery Frei looked over at his new companion. He flinched back a little as she silently pointed across from him. ".... Oh? These?" He wanted to make sure he was right this time. The little Raevan picked up a pink flower with large petals that lead to a pale yellow middle. He carefully pulled the delicate flower over and let Vyn look at it. "This one?" Sevilin's big eyes fluttered from the flower in question to Vyn.

Sam narrowed his eyes as the man tried and failed to strike a ‘cool pose.’ Sam relaxed a fraction seeing the man open up so Sam could get past him until the he made the animal comment. “My genetics is rather a touchy subject and I advise you do not wander upon it again,” Sam said through a rather forced smile that clearly showed of his sharp teeth. He was clearly somewhat hurt by the man’s observation however, for he tucked his fins in as close as they would get to his head and shoved his finned hands unto his pockets.

“I suppose I’ll let you buy me an iced tea, which is what I was going to get,” Sam said trying not to let the relief sound in his voice. He was rather tight on cash for the summer and although he hadn’t really been paying attention to his spending he could always use help in the money department. Sam supposed the man was right about him not being able to stay mad, rage simmering down to a low boil.

Sam took a deep breath and tried to relax his body out of its tense anger. His short temper was murder on his blood pressure and one day he was sure he was going to die of a heart attack when someone insulted him. “If you want something alcoholic the only thing they have is beer,” Sam said trying to be helpful. He actually didn’t want to get into a fight with this man, he wasn’t in the mood. Hopefully the man wouldn't poke him in the wrong spot again.

The part satyr knew all about touchy subjects and genetics. Anything that was part something else was never accepted to be part of either of what it was part of. If that made any sense. Bard's mother had been full human, but like Bard, his father had sported a pair of, as his mother described them, 'wicked' horns. Reaching out, Bard pat the guy on the back and shrugged, "Come now, I think it's cute. They're better than my horns, that's for certain. Not that I don't love them to death." Fins seemed a whole lot less threatening to the man. Horns were signs of the devil and demons and people didn't much know about satyrs in these days and times.

Iced tea? That sounded pretty boring to Bard, but whatever, the guy could have ordered a bottle of 30 year old wine for all he cared, as long as he wasn't getting his face punched out. Fights were all well and good, but this wasn't any time for such things. "I can do that!" Bard replied in an overly-eager to please manner, straightening up and turning back to the, how should he describe him? Not that Bard hadn't ever seen anything out of the ordinary, but Riv was something on a whole different level. And different levels didn't usually look so good.

"Beer's boring," the man replied in a sulky tone, looking at the drink menu that proved to be more than he'd expected and less than he'd hoped for. "Let me see...I could get a pink lemonade and add some of my own stuff to it..." Whatever 'stuff' Bard was talking about, it didn't actually seem like he was carrying it at the moment. His shirt was unbottoned, so nothing was hidden under there, and his pants pockets were clearly empty besides a pathetic looking excuse for a wallet, which Bard was currently pulling out to pay with.

Gage finally arrived at the festival just as his guardian finished delivering an unwanted kiss and storming off without any explanation given for it. Understandably, the vibrantly green Frei was a good deal more ill at ease with such open displays, and more or less tried to blend into the scenery as he passed the first few booths. His inappropriately numbered fingers threaded themselves between each other, Gage's hope being that he would not attempt to touch anything without having time to be reminded he might eliminate it in the process. Very little time passed before his inverted eyes locked onto the usual object of his timid affections, but she seemed exceedingly busy with another of their kind. He had never been one for interruptions, or even joining into conversations already begun. As much as he differed from his owner, they both had mounds upon mounds built up of social ineptitude.

After some time spent weaving in and out of the crowd, Gage found the shadow Raevan's lady and decided that was half as good if not seventy-five percent. While he had no ability to smile, he tried his best to look approachable. Then again, that female in particular rarely had problems with speaking to Julian, so he strongly believed she would not be at all bothered by him. "How are you, Shuu…ra?"

Julian walked in long strides that might have been difficult to keep up with if there were not so many bodies he had to move around or push aside completely. There were plenty of options on where to tuck himself away again on the grounds, but none appealed to him in the slightest. Troubling thoughts infiltrated his mind in rapid-fire succession to the point he wanted to simply scream and let out the rest of that carbonated anger Aphismet had shaken far too strongly. Gloved fingers struggled with his tie, loosening the fabric until he could use his ability to breathe once more.

It was dangerous, he decided, that he reacted that strongly in such a situation. Not even the doctor ever irritated him that thoroughly.

When Julian stopped, he was just under the awning of a booth on the opposite side of the event from where he had once been. The young lady he had kissed had not yet caught up to him, and thus his mind was still full of what he could have done to the other man had the women not interrupted.

Rivener was staring at the two men in front of him with a level gaze. His mouth was tight-lipped as he waited out this little tiff of theirs. His wings were dipped low in slightly entertained annoyance. Thankfully it wasn't very long before the two men worked it out, and the purple-haired one turned to him to order.

Rivener was well-used to the looks he was getting from the strange horned guy. Riv smirked and leaned over the counter easily, under pretense of getting more comfortable. He used his well-practiced sultry voice when he spoke, his eyes half-lidded attractively. "We don't have any "good" acohol. I suggest the lemonade. People seem to like it." He flashed Bard a sensual smile.

Heheh, that should flabbergast the customer long enough for Riv to fetch the other guy's iced tea. He bent over and got another glass with ice, filling it with the liquid. When he straightened, he slid the drink to Sam, with a toothy smile. "It's clean," he declared amicably. Being admired by someone who, decidedly, was rather good-looking, had put Rivener back in a personable mood.

Aphismet frowned after Julian's retreating figure. When Alex casually spoke of hurting him if he hurt her, Aph blinked. What a strange coincidence. "That's exactly what he'd said about Chloe," he muttered mostly to himself, although loudly enough that Alex might have heard.

Turning to the Italian, trying to get back into a good humor for the Festival, Aphismet smiled. "I'm going great, actually, if you don't count that." He glanced at Julian to accentuate the word. "Munchies is doing really well, and already made fast friends with Beauregard in particular. Although she still likes to chew things. And did you know she can sing? Well, sing... that's stretching the word." He laughed.

"And you, how're you?"

By this time Munchies had noticed the other people that were around, and she'd squeaked out happily at seeing Alex. She remembered her vaguely, but more importantly she had a strong sense of safety and familiarity at seeing the black-haired zoologist. She wiggled even more, trying to free herself from Aphi's grasp so she could visit that other person.

Amaris chewed on her lip pensively as she stared into the crowd. She'd done this once before at another party - it wouldn't be that more difficult this time around, would it? Of course, this time she didn't follow Gage but obtained a flyer and came herself... with a certain little girl (and familiar) in tow.

"How you doing, Mitsu?" She asked absentmindedly.

The little Fa'e toddler on her shoulders sighed and half-heartedly bonked her guardian on the head. "Hot," she whined, rustling her mismatched wings in an attempt to fan herself.

"Good," she murmured automatically, but caught on after a moment and corrected herself with a "No, no, bad! Errr," and scanned the crowd again. There were all sorts of booths... "Uh, hey, do you want something to drink?"

"Y's" answered her charge and draped herself dramatically over Amaris' head. Rat poofed from a deranged-looking puppy at the woman's side to a deranged-looking monkey and quickly jumped up and hung, quite satisfied with himself, off her left hand. Amaris braced herself for impact and waded through the crowd to the refreshments booth.

Annoying Rivener had been the highlight of the day so far, though meeting the model of her plushie was a very close second. The two vied for the top spot constantly as Niksia sat in a pocket of shade with her drink. Since she had taken to sitting in one of the rare spots of coolness it seemed that the festival was a little more highly strung than first suspected.

People shouted at each other, had close moments, stormed off and generally got in one another's faces. Bliss. The darkly red haired woman roasted gently in her black clothes while she watched with nosy intent. It was saddening to admit the red and black Raevan might have been right, it was warm dressed like this.

Why hadn't she remembered her manners enough to ask his name?

Drat.

Maybe listening to a fight while she thought where to go next would cheer her up. Only so many ways a fight could end, all were equally appreciated.