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The man who had pushed him did not answer. Oujay just sighed and closed his eyes. "He was probably just fooling around," he thought as he opened back up his eyes. He decided to just ignore the man who pushed hm and turned his body, he began to walk out of the arena.

He slightly turned his head, as he was still walking, to look at the battle. The fight was still going on. He son reached some stairs and he turned his head, to face forward, as he walked down. Once he reached the last step of the stairs, he stopped walking, to look for the exit. It took him a few seconds, but once he saw it, he started walking towards the exit, to leave the arena. He still thought about the man who had pushed him off his seat and down to the floor, but he removed the thought from his head once he exited the arena.

As he took a step out of the arena he stopped as he felt the same bad feeling he had felt earlier, when he was inside the arena. "What is that feeling?" he asked himself quietly as he rubbed his head in confusion. Oujay thought he was starting to go crazy. Once again, he removed the thought from his head and looked around the festival. "What should I do?" he asked himself as he removed his hand from his head. He didn't know what to do, but he just started walking in a direction, hoping to find something interesting along the way.

A small, delicate flower, fluttering in the breeze...

Aran too, had felt that weird feeling you get when you know something bad is about to happen. Although, it could be that he was just hungry so he decided to shake it off. Aran headed to one of those pop the balloons with the dart game. They were impossible, and yet so fun and addictive.

"Want ta try yer hand at a game o' darts son?"

The boothman said to him. "How much is it for 2 rounds?" Was his reply, and he was answered with "6.00$ for 15 darts" Aran handed him the money and began to toss the darts at their targets.

Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.

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◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥

Teifi thankfully felt his muscles relax beneath her hands when she spoke to Kyros- goddess knew what would've happened if he'd turned on her in his fervor- and allowed herself to let out a resigned breath as the others awoke beside her. The sounds of crackling stone were only dampened by the steady percussion of her heart beating once again within her chest; she could almost hear the rhythmic pulse ringing in her ears, a steady bass beat that promised that her new found life was not merely an illusion of a desperate mind.

Loki's baritone voice did not scare her at all, and with a numbness, she realized that she scarcely recognized it as it flooded over her ears. And yet, this sense of odd ignorance did not perturb her as, with a dash of magic, she felt as if the floor was being swept from her feet. Struggling to regain her balance as she clutched her sacred sash Brisecschal in her hands, the crimson-haired dancer straightened up when the magic loosed its hold upon her form. With her eyes struggling to readjust to the sudden change in illumination, Teifi nevertheless forced herself to look about quickly.

He'd mentioned a festival. But the manner of the frivolities seemed so much more chaotic than those she was accustomed to seeing.

An itch accompanied the back of her mind as she struggled to get a hold of just where she truly was- it did not match at all the town she once walked in during her youthful years. If this was Eyris, then it had truly metamorphosed beyond anything she could have possibly imagined; it looked more like her home, back in the old country, than the soil she first stepped on after her emergence into this foreign land. Regardless, she knew she would have to work with the hand she was dealt, and looked about accordingly.

Kyros was always the easiest to see, though Castello was far easier to hear. Kyros could roar, but the raven could screech, if he put his mind (and voice) to it. Looking up and seeing those dark wings blot out the sun for a split second, Teifi covered her eyes and waved to him for a moment before calling out to him.

"Castello, I'm here! Come now, don't get lost!" Feeling maternal instinct tug at her, she resisted the urge to start coaching the laguz out of the air. He knew how to fly, and she knew well that he could land, but there was still that persistent feeling that he'd get into some sort of mischief if she didn't keep her eye on him. Making her way instead to the largest figure in the crowd, she approached just in time to hear Amelia's hurried apology and apparent surrender.

The dancer suppressed a laugh. Though Kyros was rather large and intimidating, she had nothing to fear from just a little bump.

...She hoped.

"It looks like you've made a friend, Ky! Who's this?" Walking up to Amelia in a friendly manner and smiling softly to the frazzled blonde, she held out her hand with an understanding look.

"No need to look so frightened. Are you all right, dear?"

Kyros laughed a hearty laugh, expecting Castello to have just not heard him. The boy would turn up eventually, and his eyes were good enough to pick him out of the crowd, surely. The Warrior took in the smells of the plaza, the happiness around him. He could smell the cakes and candies cooking, their sugary glazes wafting through the air. The kebabs and healthier foods left a roasted, entrancing smell, quickly dashed away with the foul odor of alcohol and a drunken villager stumbling past.

...I'm alive. Another chance...? Things began to come back to him. His cooking, his heroic deeds, his family... Teifi, the kids... other than Castello, at least. Were the rest of them alive, too? Were they all given second chances at life?

His attention waned as he sunk into thought, aroused by a familiar scent, one he'd known all too well. ...flowers?

He turned around, a delighted smile beaming from him as he scooped the small, blond girl up, almost cradling her in his arms.

"Jyoti! My little girl is okay!" Without even letter her speak, he snuggled her close, like she was some sort of teddy bear. As he laughed a hearty, loud laugh, he ignored the probably shrieks from the girl, hoisting her onto his shoulders as he hopped slightly, as if someone had bumped into him.

With another uproarious, almost sinister, laugh, he patted the blond General on her head. As he put an arm around her small shoulders, he crouched down, Jyoti shaking on his shoulders as they descended.

"Ah, don't be sorry, girl! Be happy! It's a festival!" He pulled her in close, giving her a large hug, one that could crush bones, before picking her up as he stood. "I've someone I want you to meet, girlie. What's your-"

While he turned around, he spied a head of majestic scarlet hair, on a beautiful face he'd not gotten to see but briefly since his awakening. Clearly, Kyros was beyond a jovial mood, giving hugs to everyone he saw.

Teifi was no exception.

The brute closed in on the woman, two girls still dangling from him, as he reached his only free arm around, giving her a light hug, quickly putting down young Amelia and grinning like a child in a candy store.

"Teifi! I found you!" He singingly chimed, sheepish grin on his face. "I found Jyoti, if you can't tell, and this little girl here just bumped into me. What's your name, little girl?"

There wasn't much to fear, really, from just bumping someone on accident, but this definitely didn't seem to be a man to take things lightly, and Amelia found herself taking another step backwards. "He ran off, see, but there was this man... I think he was drunk, actually," Amelia found herself veering off of the point she had been trying to make, but thankfully for her, a calm voice nearby was sufficient to draw her attention.

"It looks like you've made a friend, Ky! Who's this?" Amelia turned her eyes and found a rather slim, lithe woman approaching them. With the soft-looking silk clothes, pure white against dark-tanned skin, gold sandals covering dainty feet, the long red sleeves covering most of her arms, the elegant sash in her hands... Amelia found herself feeling very, very plain. She ran a hand through her gold-blonde hair, the locks that framed her face contrasting greatly with this new woman's long red hair, mostly covering the jewelry across her forehead. "No need to look so frightened. Are you all right, dear?"

Wait, are you a scared little twelve-year-old, or are you a General? You're eighteen years old, you're basically an adult, man up! Amelia straightened her shoulders a little and smiled to the woman. Her hand raised a little, but she didn't take it just yet. She still didn't know who she was. "Of course I'm fine. I just took a little spill. I--"

The man was patting her head. That was a good sign, right? "Ah, don't be sorry, girl! Be happy! It's a festival!" And then his arm was moving and-- Oh God that would have hurt if not for the armor. Amelia squeaked slightly at the crushing hug, and before she could move away, he was picking her up. Wait, what? Amelia clung onto his sleeve instinctively. People didn't exactly pick her up on a regular basis.

She stayed silent as the man hugged the sash-holding woman now, trying not to attract too much attention. The tactic didn't seem to work, though, as he placed her right back down on the ground and asked for her name. Didn't seem proper to not give it, so...

"Ah... Amelia. It's Amelia." She rubbed a hand against her blonde hair self-consciously, looking to her toes before back to the man and his small friend, then to the dancer, and back. "And... you're... Ky...?" she asked hesitantly, going off of what this 'Teifi' woman had said.

"You always did like the young ones, Kyros. Here now, I knew you were feeling a bit starved, but don't you think you can wait?"

Amelia found her face paling just a tad. I really hope he's referring to normal food. She kept the hesitant smile on her face, though. Suddenly being surrounded by entirely new faces (who all didn't really seem to mind the fact that they didn't exactly know her) was pretty overwhelming. She cleared her throat, regaining her composure, and spoke to the raven this time. "And... ah, you are? Uhm, I'm Amelia."

For a moment, Ephraim nearly lost the tactition and Amara. "Oh shoot" he muttered, spinning a little around the crowd until he located teh back of Alihi's head and soon after Amara running AWAY from them. "Oh bugger" he thought, weaving through the crowd until the little girl stopped at what looked like an ice cream stand...oh wait what?? Little early to be eating ice cream without eating anything wouldn't it? It'd spoil her lunch!

He approached her the same time Alihi did and to be honest..he was a little out of breath. "How..do..you...keep up...like this..???" addressing the mother of this speedy gonzala child. Ephraim watched Amara jump up and down on the stand and looked at them both with puppy dog eyes, wanting badly to have a cone of ice cream.....and for some reason....Ephraim couldn't say 'no'.

".....What flavor..?"

Alihi laughed softly, a little out of breath herself. "I spend a lot of time... with her." She told him with a grin, watching Amara hop.

Hop. Hop. Hop. Hophophop. Hophophophophop. Amara stared at both Alihi and Ephraim with the cutest puppy dog eyes she could make. She smiled sweetly at Ephraim when he asked what flavor she wanted, knowing that he would be more willing to buy her an ice cream cone than her mother would (that sneaky child!). "... Strawberry, please~" She requested nicely, now hopping side to side instead of up and down.