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"Oh yes, I do enjoy your performance. It was well entertaining, especially the story of the Heroes." Isadora replied. "It reminds me of the Legendary Eight Heroes back from home. Although, there were some key points that were different from what you've told."

When Ganon approached her and gave her a smile. A blush crept across her face. Never had she ever been flattered by an entertainer before, especially one from a different race. "W-Well, as you know, I'm a paladin. It's my duty to protect and serve the country. I'm also a crew member of the FEF. Therefore, it's my duty to make sure that the guild runs smoothly and to help make the event runs properly and entertain for the members. I guess you can say I help run the entertain backstage while the entertainers entertain the guess."

This was awkward coming from a paladin. Talking about the same department with the entertainer. Surely, Ganon would know more about how to entertain the crowd than she did. Smiled meekly, Isadora spoke. "After hearing your performance, have you ever thought of giving your performance in our event?"

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

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... ♪ ◥

With a swoosh and a sweep, Kyros had the squeaking blond valkyrie up in the air in a heartbeat- had she less of a heart, she would have laughed. Teifi settled with a cautious smile and kept her expression free from the distrust that marred her vision of the blond girl that now straddled Kyros's shoulders. Though the girl crossed her arms and looked quite the image of the spoiled child, Teifi felt no pity or remorse for the girl, instead turning her attention to the blonde girl who was getting crushed by his strength and affectionate nature.

She raised a brow when he turned to her.

"Are you sure I'm not the one who found y--?!" Her slightly sarcastic comment (though endearing, nonetheless) was quickly cut off when he scooped her up, hugging her quickly and almost squeezing all the air out of her before, just as suddenly as it began, Kyros released her from the vicegrip hug and smiled. At least he had the decency to look sheepish for at least a split second before his grin became all cheery and excited again. She couldn't help but smile back- such mirth was contagious!

"I can see that, dear." Letting her laughter out and turning to the raven that descended before them, Teifi paid no mind to the fancy flourish of his wings or his smooth touchdown, focusing first on fixing his collar. It figured that the young man wouldn't even focus on looking decent! As she listened to him talk in an absolutely filthy and suggestive manner to the poor woman, the dancer's brow creased with displeasure. Tugging his collar to get his attention, she caught his eyes with hers for a moment with a slight pout.

"Castello, be nice! You be careful where you're going, now. Come back in time for lunch, dear!" Letting him walk off, she worriedly noticed that he looked a bit too taken by all the shiny things that littered the fairgrounds. She'd have to make sure that he only had his things at the end of the day, her darling little thief...

"Don't mind Castello, Amelia. He says such rude things sometimes. My name is Teifi. Apologies if Kyros squeezed you too tight. He does that." Giving him an affectionate pat on the arm to let him know she was saying that in jest, she made a little turning motion with her fingers, as if to tell Amelia to turn around a few times.

"You're not hurt, are you? He goes overboard, sometimes."

Looking over her shoulder to Oujay, who looked like he'd rather hide than speak, Teifi gave him a quick glance before a smile broke over her face. Why, another young one! And still shy. It was good to see that young ones weren't all brazen and drunk, these days.

"Oh? And who is this? A friend of yours?"

Amelia would have laced her fingers together, but she had to hold onto her spear, so she simply put her hands in front of her, holding the lance lengthwise against her shoulder. No need to turn and gash someone in the waist. She looked over to the side at a rather familiar voice, spotting a blue-haired boy she remembered (at the very least) from the incident at Easter. "Oujay? Are you, um, enjoying yourself?" she asked, smiling sheepishly. Yes, meet my new friends, they decided on it, Amelia thought as the one named Jyoti squealed. Amelia looked over to her, offering a small smile back. Things were getting really hectic over here, they were; her head was starting to spin.

Even dealing with the Captains and everyone else in the Watch is a little easier than keeping up with these people...

She found herself concentrating on the appearances of all of these people as the dancer chattered away with her comrades. She was certainly a graceful one, even keeping the pretty visage while having her ribcage crushed under one of Kyros' massive arms. He certainly was a large man, and with the spiked shoulderpads, torn cape, and X-shaped scar across his face (reminding Amelia of the similar scar curving from her collarbone, between her breasts, and down to the bottom of her ribcage), he should have been intimidating, but with that laughter and the way he handled the blonde Jyoti... he seemed more like a very endearing father.

With a very large axe.

The blonde herself... seemed rather childish. It was hard to tell anything about her beyond that. But she seemed nice enough. And the raven (Castello, was it?) at least seemed friendly, if not a little awkward. She realized around then that Teifi was speaking, and to her, no less.

"Don't mind Castello, Amelia. He says such rude things sometimes. My name is Teifi. Apologies if Kyros squeezed you too tight. He does that. You're not hurt, are you? He goes overboard, sometimes."

Amelia watched her hand move, then slowly began to spin clockwise, feeling her white skirt brush against her thighs with the movements. When she stopped a minute later, she hoped suddenly that Teifi had found everything satisfactory. Nothing hurt, really. It was just her pride, and just a little bit. Really.

Teifi's attention drew over to Oujay, and Amelia smiled a little. Hopefully he wouldn't run off and leave her alone...! "That's Oujay. He's really quiet, so, um, be nice to him, won't you?" Amelia brushed some dust off of her bare leg, just above her knee.

"Maybe that's the reason why"




Castello gacked as his collar was tugged about, grabbing his amulet so it wouldn't end up swinging into his shirt and being all cold against his skin. The amulet was extremely unusual; black and triangular, it sported a large red jewel in the center, which was carved with a symbol that appeared to be two intricate 'L's forming a rectangle with two broken corners. "Yes, mom, he sighed, walking a bit off before spreading his wings and lifting smoothly into the air.

He was, it must be said, quite surprised to find another raven in his flight path. He flared his wings and stopped in mid-air, flapping slowly to keep himself aloft. "Well! We have laguz here in Learania, now! Aside from me, that is. Incredible... things have really changed." He swung his head a bit to get his hair out of his eyes, then flashed a smile that could win awards. "Hello there, little lady. I'm Castello." He moved a bit closer as he reached up and smoothly ran his fingers through his jet-black hair. "And what should I call you?"

Sue noticed the newcomers approach Amelia, and decided that she too would give her greeting. She recognized the names from Ganon's tales... but there were at least 10 girls named Hanon in the Kutolah tribe alone. People loved naming their children after Heroes. Those people certainly couldn't be alive in any way shape or form.

"I am Sue of the Kutolah tribe... daughter of Rath, a crewmember..." The nomad trooper introduced herself politely.

Jin, meanwhile, was busy conversing in the stands about the outcome of this fight with several other men, not realizing that his companions had gone about their separate ways.

"I'm telling you, heavy cavalry versus a bowman. Not going to happen," an elderly chap argued. "They're so fast that even in the open, an archer's not going to get more than one shot. Two maybe, if you're a good sniper, but there's so much armor and so little flesh to target. You miss both shots, you're done."

"I disagree," Jin replied. "Look at the sniper's movements. He's using the pillar cover to his advantage. He's trying to disorient his opponent, making him pause long enough to deliver a decisive shot."

"Sniper versus cavalry? Hah, Shinon would have some things to say about that," a familiar voice said lightly.

"Shinon? Who's Shino--" Jin turned around.

"Nice mask," Rhys said, nodding in approval. Then he frowned. "You're not here alone, are you?"

Yes, Rhys had finally finished his duties and was now looking around the festival. It was clear he'd already been to the food stalls, what with half a chicken kabob in his right hand.

Since Easter, Rhys had added a few changes to his persona--his usual teal cloth belt now had various brightly-colored orbs attached by newly-sewn belt loops. He'd noticed Renault's idea of using multiple gems for just one staff, and had decided to steal the Saint's idea for his own use. Second (and not noticeable right now), he'd switched to the Elibe/Magvel books of light magic--an Elibe Lightning was FAR more efficient than a Tellius Light (what idiot just stood around WAITING for Light to fall down from the sky?).

Lastly, there were fewer occasions when he was out of breath after making his rounds--all the walking was making him physically stronger.

"Err, no," Jin replied, now scanning the crowd for his companions. "At least, I wasn't until a short time ago... hey, where are you--"

Jin followed Rhys' gaze to what appeared to be a HUGE warrior standing not too far away from the arena. Impossible to miss, even if you didn't want to look at him--and right next to him were two blonde women, one of whom looked familiar indeed...

Oh. Jin thought as he followed Rhys in Kyros' direction. Well, that was the easiest game of "Where's Waldo" I've ever played.

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