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Lillian watched the two, questioning on whether they were a couple or not due to Namini's flirtatious action of positioning her parasole so she and Josh both stood under it. Although, by the way she was speaking to him, it didn't seem like Namini even knew the guy.

Suddenly, Lil's thoughts on such a juvenile subject were broken as the young lady addressed herself and called her... "Ma'am" . Lil's relaxed appearance faded away the instant that word fell from the other's lips. Yes, Lillian was one who loved being respected and enjoyed being thought of as an adult. Yet, this twinge she felt that shook her insides proved she was not prepared for the consequences. Such as being addressed in a manner that older women are.

"Erm...I'm Lillian Maevin." She told Josh, meanwhile slowly recovering from the mental attack. Her brain already busily planning out a way to be mature and not look old while doing so.

"And, if you're wondering, that's just a demon sheep. Be careful too, he's a vicious little guy who likes to prod your side to the point of bruising." Lillian placed the warning in at the end, just in case Josh decided to go over and try his luck with the creature. When that creature had found the ant hill to terrorize, Lillian was sitting back at the table with a bruised hip wishing she could do back flips of celebration.

As the new voice reached them, Lillian was already looking over to investigate. Having to do a double-take at the sight of who was by the pen. Who he or she was, Lillian didn't know, it was just their appearence that grabbed her attention. Well, whoever they were the teenager knew instantly that her younger brother would have been all over the other in adoration and excitement.

Josh let out a content sigh as he gained a slight reprieve from the blaring sun’s potent rays. Even though the parasol could be considered a weapon in the hands of Namini, he was still glad she had it at this moment. Josh nodded at Lil in affirmation. So he supposed that he wouldn’t be visiting the demon sheep again. “Well, It is a pleasure to meet you Lil! Thanks for the warning too. I was just about to go over and pet the thing.”

His russet eyes widened at the sight of the tentacled and hooven woman who came up to the pens. She defiantly had amassed a peculiar look to herself. He peeped up curiously over at the newcomer, “Hello! While we are all exchanging names, may I ask what yours is?” Josh’s pleasant gaze fell over her as if he was personally examining the woman from tip of antler to bottom of hoof. He had to admit the dull purple and bright green female was quite a sight to behold.

Sam was silent for a moment and his pale blue eyes flicked to Rivener’s stingers. A split second later he nearly yelled, “You arrogant *****!”out. He used rather a vulgar word. He glared at Bard giving a “**** the lab” look and then proceeded to punch at his face. He used that moment to break free of his grip, launching himself at Rivener, another punch already being drawn back.

Amaris winced as the curse sailed through the air. From the direction of the refreshments booth, no less. "Would you please watch your language?" She shouted back, holding up her upside-down daughter to drive the point home. She did not anticipate, however, the fistfight that broke out, and instead watched stupidly.

Mitsu watched as well, but in a more enraptured fashion. She stopped kicking, even. "Ama they're being violent," she breathed, wings rustling.

Amaris made one noise, then two, then thought Oh, to hell with it and gently lowered Mitsu to the ground. "I'll be right back, you stay out of trouble," she warned, then dashed off to the three.

"Calm down, you weirdo," she spat at Sam and quickly shot forward to try and grab the arm he had drawn back for another strike. "What the hell are you getting violent about?!" So much for no cursing in front of her charge. Mitsu, however, was not upset in the least - instead, she stood on the grass a while away, completely engrossed in watching the fight. Rat stared in much the same fashion from Mitsu's shoulder, having poofed into a baby bird and flown up there for a better view of the action.

Tyson's weight began to lean into Alex as his shoe dug into the dirt beneath him. "Well....Lil will be okay, she's been ir-irritable a lot lately anyways." The child's tone became grumbled as he stuttered across the harder to pronounce word. "And I did try to get her and me something to eat. I tried to go get something but..." He gave a slight shrug as the rest of it was muffled, not completely getting out of his mouth correctly. Really though, Ty just didn't feel like explaining what had happened.

At the mention of actually going to the park, Tyson's eyes widened and his head went into a sudden spasming of shakes. "I really don't want to go to the park anymore." He added in with the shakes of hs head. "You can go on your own, and I can go on my own. We can say we went to the park, but we actually didn't. Easy peasy!"

To be honest, the tyke did want to go to the park but his fears got the better of him. If they went to the park with Aphismet's family, that meant Rivener would come. Something that was unusual, but entirely true, was that to see Rivener again wasn't on his top priority list anymore. Rivener had said he would eat him didn't he? Heck, he was huge so he probably could! There was no reason why Tyson had to risk his life just to go to the park...so the child figured he was safe denying the trip and letting it be.

"Now! Can I see your gwee? She's cute!" Tyson asked politely, his eyes raised and looking up at Miss Munchies. He had seen plenty of gwee before, but she was just too cute for him not to ask.

A punch was the single last thing Bard had been expecting, especially since he'd thought his speech had been just a tone softer than the other man's. And lets not forget that drink Bard had just bought, twice! How very unlucky for Bard that the punch was unnoticed until it conncected with his nose and sent a flash of pain screaming to his brain. The injured man didn't let out any noise of pain besides a general grunt and a shake of his head in an attempt to get the stars to receed.

Somehow to unlucky Bard managed to grow even more unlucky as the kid squirmed out of his grasp and sent Bard's already confused body out of balance. As if someone had hit slow motion, Bard felt himself falling to his side and somewhere he felt Fangs jump from his head to land upon the drink counter, unwilling to go down with his master.

Well that was certainly unpleasant. Looking up, Bard squinted as the sun burned at his eyes, confused as to who this other woman who felt like she could just jump into the middle of the activites on her own. How obnoxious. With a grumble, Bard pulled himself up and supported himself on the stand with one hand while the other dabbed at his nose to see if he was bleeding. Thankfully he was not.

"I guess little Sammy doesn't like us very much Mr. Rivener," Bard said coldly, glaring at the boy and daring him to try that again with eyes that glowed with an angry sparkle. No one damaged his face, but getting into a fight with a kid was just wrong.

The Italian smiled warmly at Aphismet, almost apologetically. She extended a hand to squeeze his shoulder, imparting what kindness she could softly, "Life happens, Aphi. Don't worry about it." Truth was, she hadn't had much time herself...and even if he had called, there was such a mess of messages on her machine that she wouldn't have been the wiser.

Her attention fell to Tyson, her eyebrows raising in surprise at his sudden dismissal of going to the park. That was decidedly not the Ty she knew, and it concerned her a bit. Alex glanced up to Aphismet in question, but didn't pry the answer from the boy, deciding instead to kneel once again and hug him from behind. "Okay gentleman," she looked at Munchies, "and dear lady. I must be getting back now. I'm right over there if you need anything, Ty." She pointed a slender finger towards her booth, where the small sleeping form of her Gwee could barely be seen. She took a soft breath between her teeth, adding with a voice that suggested great reluctance, "I might have a surprise for you later, if you remember to come by." The woman gave a sly wink before standing, inclining her head to Aphismet. "Good luck with your part, Aphismet. You're welcome to visit, too, if you need a break."

Giving a little wave, Alex started back across the grounds towards her booth, pausing momentarily near the crowded refreshments booth with a frown. What was this? Was that lady...restraining one of the guys? She wiped the frown off her face although her expression was still somewhat drawn, crossing her arms to watch quietly from a distance, much as Rivener was. The woman wouldn't throw herself in there, but she was working this time, and if someone was threatening the Raevans then she would do what was necessary to relieve the situation.

“Kssssss,” Sam hissed as the lady grabbed his fist, the action stopping him but causing him to basically knock down everything that had been on the booth’s counter at the time, including the drinks. Sam turned towards Rivener as if about to jump at him again, but at the last moment dropped his fist.

Sam was breathing deeply and his face was flush and blue. His pail blue eyes were mere slits and his bandana had become skewed, although Sam hardly cared at this point about his blonde roots. He got off the booth, ignoring the fuzz ball that was Fang. He attempted to jerk his hand out of the grip of the woman who had stopped him.

“YOU,” he said to Rivener, “ you are just a pampered little product of human experimentation, working at festivals and, gasp, getting to interact with people of all things! You have no idea what it is like to be nothing more than an object of amusement and have your basic freedoms and rights repressed, not knowing if you even deserve it. You have no concept of pure hate for oneself and one’s heritage.” He glared at the raevan and then turned to Bard, “And you, for your information, it’s not my fins that bother me with my genetics. It’s the human part of me. Oh, yes I’ve been blessed with the human mind and the mostly human body and human feelings, but I’ve also been blessed with the human stain. Violence greed anger, oh yes anger, you may notice and abundance of that, I have been blessed with all of those things and had first hand experience with them. You who have no idea what it is like to be me have no right to criticize my actions and my emotions. My name is my name whether I want it to be or not, and believe me, if I could change it I would in a second. If someone asks you to be kind and not remind them of their wounds and call them by a different name, it is not up to you to determine whether they are worthy of your pity. You respect them and call them what they ask.” Sam was shaking now.

“Let go of me,” he snapped at the woman before striding off into the masses.