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Alex put her hand on Natsuki's shoulder, ready to push her aside if Roux attacked. She had no idea what had enraged the Raevan, but something she had said had hit close to him, and he hadn't wanted to hear it. She'd seen Chloe fall but was helpless to do anything; she was prepared to take the brunt of any backlack that would come from her actions.

And just like that, it was over.

The Italian looked at the icy Raevan. There was no anger or contempt in her face, no distrust or fear. Instead, she held awe and amazement in her eyes. The amount of magic he possessed, and the control to do it...no wonder he was molting! She had an idea that he was too reliant on his ice powers, but she certanly wasnt' going to tell him that. Alex decided she would apologize before she left, give him time to decide just how much he hated her. Certainly, there was nothing scarier than angering such a magnificent being, but that truth that had angered him may have helped. Maybe not. Alex felt tired inside, and regretful for hurting the Raevan who was simply trying to help the Lab.

"Roux," she breathed the name. Her throat was still constricted from the cold, and how quickly it had left. "Forgive me. You are too beautiful for me to know my boundaries." She turned to Natsuki, mere inches away. "You, my sweet, are a life saver. I may insist to get your number after this." Alex's lips quirked in a smile. Even after something as tiring as facing an elementalist, her good nature would not be daunted.

Alex cast another glance at the lovely Raevan; she thought of trying to kiss his hand in apology, but she didn't think he wanted her within his sight. With an apologetic nod to Roux, she murmured, "I'm going to check on Chloe," before trudging towards the collapsed woman.

Zoe had watched the whole thing with a sense of bewilderment until he saw the pink-haired lady fall. He flapped his wings and closed the distance between himself and her, flitting around her in distress. The Gwee didn't dare land on the other creature - he smelled funny - and he wanted to make sure the pretty one was all right. When he saw Alex coming, he chirruped to her in a strange pitch, literally flying circles over the tangled two.

When Tyson had regained his footing during the horrifying event from a child's eye, he had darted back towards Chloe's booth. Running as fast as his little legs would allow. He saw her crash into the other man and fall but kept running, skidding in the snow and falling onto his stomach.

With fear as his strength, he quickly stood and skittered a few more inches ahead, diving under Chloe's kissing booth once he had reached the haven.

The child quickly disappeared from sight, thinking this was a safe place to hide. His sister would find him soon....oh why did he wander off like that? Why did he have to get bored of their paper route and head this way? Now he was hiding under a booth on the verge of tears. What a frightening day this was turning into for the eight year old.

"It's not that, Alex. I've met Roux on a couple of occassions, and I somewhat understand his temperment," Natsuki said, with her gray eyes looking like thick ice. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a Cafe Jubilee business card, with her personal contact details written on the back. Holdig it out, she smiled. "If you ever make it down to Durem, look me up. My cafe has the best beverages and desserts in Durem."

Turning her attention back to the distraught raevan, Natsuki gave him one of her genuine smiles and nodded politely. "Roux, I'll be back in a little, okay? Just take it easy for a little while." Her feet stung from the cold, but she found the power to move herself from the spot. "I need to take a walk and warm my feet up. See ya soon."

Natsuki felt for Chloe, but her growing concern was with Roux. Though he loved attention, it was clear it needed to be in moderation. Unfortunately, the fascination surrounding the raevans caused many people to test their curiosity with good intentions. Thankfully, nothing terribly bad happened, though poor Tyson was visibly upset. Another raevan approached with a person who looked like his guardian.

"Hey there," she said politely, walking towards them, but only in passing as she needed a break, and heard the Dice Pan calling back to her.

Nope. Still no luck. A total of 80 was nice, though she needed the extra one... hundred necessary to get the Zavier prize. Clutching the sides of the pan like one would if they were heaving in a toilet, Natsuki was terribly close to begging the dice for a miracle of some kind. If she were a person with less than adequate manners, she'd just kick the bin or rearrange the pieces when no one was looking. Curse that conscience of hers.

"It looks like I am going to need a new game plan," She said, as strawberry blond waves creeped their way out from under her hat. Plucking them up one at a time, in an exacting matter, she shook then up and let them fall again.

Chloe sighed in relief as Roux just.. stopped. She was stunned that he'd do such a thing, usually he wouldn't quit until the source of his aggrivation was dealt with. She blinked as she realized there was a warm body quite near and someone was holding her up and steady.. and speaking, at that.

"C-Chloe right...?"

She looked at the tanned man in front of her, flushing slightly. She looked down shyly, glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose. "A-Ah.. yes. I'm.. I'm Chloe Star." She carefully stood up, brushing the dirt and snow from her knees before leaning down to offer her hand to help him up. She felt like her cheeks were burning, how embarassing, she'd run someone over!

"Please.. F-Forgive me.." Her voice was a timid mumble. She vaugly registered the slightly frantic Gwee fluttering above her head. "Are you alright?"


Roux watched the woman kiss the air towards him, blinking mildly before shrugging. He just ignored Natsuki, he didn't care if she didn't have any ice cream on her. With a sigh he continued his post as normal.

Roux looked down at Natsuki, frowning. He still had a slight air of confusion about him, as though he wasn't completely sure why he was here anymore. She reminded him, however, with her pro-offering of cash. He gave a small, suffering sigh and looked up at his sign.

He lifted his hand, holding it out for her to kiss, his wrist limp, fingers slightly spread. If he must then he must...

The ghosty raevan looked around with wondering red eyes, his gaze swallowing up the fair around him with a hungry curiosity. He liked being outside and luckily there weren't any machines around, really. So that was a plus for him. He was even more calm and he had stopped shivering a couple minutes after they arrived. Floating at Isi's level, Eiry looked at each passerby that wandered in the fair. There was something going on where people had run into each other and now things were beginning to slow again. Musing softly, Eiry looked for his brother, but after a couple minutes of not seeing anyone around, the frei guessed that they must've gone home for some reason or other. In a way, Eiry was glad. He wouldn't have to be on his toes all the time or worry about his brother poping out of no where and stealing his soul. Then again, Eiry was sad, too. He missed his brother and wanted to be near to him.

Wibble wobbling, Eiry reached out again and stablized himself with Isi's shoulder.

"Eiry do you want anything?" the cripple boy asked, looking up and over his shoulder at the raevan floating beside him. He tapped the case on his broken leg against the ground as he waited for the being's reply.

Eirdirsceol shook his head and fluttered his wings lightly, which made him wobble again and he reached out again for his keeper's shoulder.

Isi shrugged and chuckled lightly, "You're doing a lot better now, huh? I won't leave you again, now. I'm sorry for leaving you alone at the booth the first time."

Eiry nodded his head and lifted his brows at the boy as if to say, 'that was a big mistake'.

Isi nodded again at the minty raevan, rubbing at his head as he leaned on one of his crutches. Quickly he lifted his gaze and searched the skies for the singing whale. Beauregard was at the other end the fair and he was STILL singing and orbiting each and every booth until he finished a song and moved on to the next one. At the food and drink booths, though, Beau would wait until they rewarded him with some food until he floated away on the wind to another love song. Beau loved this time of year because there was no end to the love songs he could sing. No one really seemed to notice him either, so Beau was happy to be like the PDA over the fair, floating like a lost balloon over the heads of the populice.

The boy could only shake his head and roll his eyes at the red helium filled fish.