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Siha post 3
Zimbasi chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "You must really have been distracted to not have spotted me." He winked at her as Siha squealed excitedly at the free candy.

"Imma too cute for people to see you daddy!" Siha declared proudly as he held out his hand for the candy. "Nice lady! Siha likes you! WIll glady take that extra candy offa you."

"You like any who offer you candy." Zimbasi sighed but crouched to allow Siha to accept the treat.

"Of course! Candy is best." He was about to say more when the lady had to leave for her fight. He was a bit disappointed; the lady sorta looked like him after all! So when he spotted her again (much roughed up) he pulled on his father's ears and demanded to be lead back to the pretty lady.

"Is a Nera!" He said loudly; "You look all beat up... did sommun beat you for the candy?" He asked worriedly as his father smothered a laugh."

Siha also noticed the other lady next to candy lady. This one looked more of a bruiser than a lady. Still pretty though. He smiled and waved at her.

Padma
Post 3 (1/2 this round)

If the woman noticed her discomfort, she had the grace to not comment on it. Silently relieved, the girl began to relax more, nodding as if she understood her perspective. Then again, as she wasn't an Alkidike, the drive to prove her worth as a fighter wasn't as pressing... but she could at least try and see it from her perspective.

"My father and I travel quite a bit. I thought the tournament would be a good excuse to visit the south." She revealed, shrugging her shoulders with a coy smile. She had sort of used the tournament to lure her father down here... not that she wanted to readily admit that where he could hear. He would never have considered the trip otherwise. He still had something against Obans, after the war after all.

Ujana Post 3

Ah, someone who appreciated her humor! She really was loving this gathering more and more. It was rare for Ujana to find someone that didn't automatically cringe when she told a bad joke, so to her the matorian was automatically counted among good friends now. And the shifter! How could she not appreciate a good, not-so-subtle threat? It was as if she were tsking him the way a mother might a way ward child, which was made all the more amusing considering this man may have been twice her age.

Oh yes, she was in good company indeed.

"Your pop sells it around here, right? The gumbo? Because seriously, I could go through an entire pot right now." Ujana wasn't shy in the least when voicing things that may make daintier ladies cringe. She was hungry, and wasn't about to hide it! Not when gumbo was on the line. She'd had it once or twice before and had remembered the delectable mix of flavors.

Ujana cracked a lop sided grin to the shifter. "Saved you a bunch of stomach trouble. Might have missed your match - you are fighting, right?" Gauntlets like that had better not be for show; those abs certainly weren't.

Sol
Post 3

Sol's antennae twitched with pride as he rose higher and higher in his baba's arms. The gave a little tremor once more when he was kissed on the head, a little huffy pout taking root on his face. That kind of stuff was embarrassing!...but Sol loved his father's affections all the same. He just didn't like showing it in public...all the time...unless it made Ygraine jealous. Then it was always acceptable!

He stuck his tongue out at his sister when he thought his fathers' weren't looking. The change in conversation though...That made his brows furrow. "Fine." Handpans were pretty cool, but Sol just wasn't the type to let his side go without throwing up a fuss. "But we are going to play games." It wasn't a question so much as a statement; it was going to happen, even if he had to wait.

Vodyanoi -- Post 5

When Xarnith explained the way he had been thought to think about music, Vodyanoi laughed -- not a mean sort of laugh, nor a mocking one, just one of genuine surprise at that way of looking at things. Perhaps it was just a matter of his upbringing; growing up a slave, no one had ever expected him to be anything like a warrior. But still, Vodyanoi (and Bisera alongside him) seemed to have a hard time making any practical sense out of this.

"But why in the world would anyone want to be a warrior if there wasn't any music? What's the point of fighting, if there aren't going to be songs to celebrate your victory? A battle lasts all of a handful of minutes, but songs about great warriors last lifetimes and lifetimes. And anyway -- our brand of dancing is lots more physical than you'd think. Some of these mighty warriors here might have a hard time keeping up. Will you come and watch? Then, like you said, you can do your own deciding. Although I'll admit, I've got just the piece in mind to sway your thinking."

Aqio Post 5

The water male could only chuckle. Thus he was reminded yet again why he found this male entertaining. Shesha's view on life was one seen through a murky glass. Clear in some spots from the harsh reality yet...blind to some other aspects that the Oban had yet to see. He supposed as time went on Shesha would learn that there was innocence out in the world. Aqio smiled softly as he thought of how innocent he knew he was yet knowing of what others thought....it was a interesting thought pattern. Aqio wasn't a fool. He knew how things looked since he started his training. People viewed him as potential property to be won...he looked to Shesha with a half shrug.

"I'm not hungry just yet, I just thought it would be of use to both of us to see who and what could be around here. Perhaps you'll find a new way to use magic and I find a potential mark for petty pick pocketing...its a training routine that the Guild puts the children born into it through." He rested his hands on his raised knee. As he crossed his legs before he began to talk. Drumming his fingers on his knee he kept his tone neutral. If Shesha fell into his plan of wandering around...his manipulation skills could be improving.

Teslaron
Post: 3

Intense enough to wear him out, anyway. Not that it really took too much to do any such thing. He shrugged. Dris'rynne could be as amused at his expense as she liked. Teslaron felt accomplished and quite pleased with himself, and that, if nothing else, was a decent enough distraction from other occurrences.

A soft hum slipped from his throat as Tes slung himself sideways in his seat, kicking his legs up along the bench and leaning his back against Dris' shoulder. The woman sitting nearest them (Fire, of course) shot him a dirty, narrow-eyed sour look for his antics, then let out a huff and proceeded to ignore him. That suited Tes just fine. Not like he was going to not do as he liked on her behalf.

He waved a hand at his Shifter companion's commentary with a small chuckle. "Hey, you don't have to tell me twice. I've been on the receiving end of 'them having their way' a little too often for my liking. And ahhh, maybe it's a bit messed up to hate all of them, but..." He knew his family wasn't the worst. He wasn't broken beyond repair or incapable of managing on his own or even socially excluded. It wasn't fair to be mad at them- But he'd just wanted one thing from them, an important thing- their son- and since he couldn't have that...

Teslaron shook his head. "Right, I think so. Another little Fire girl. Go figure. I guess they're pretty hard to escape while still in their land."