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Lonni was feeling pretty miserable about herself, ashamed to the point where her whole face was tinged red. She bumped into a Raevan and then proceded to smack her head into his chest! The mousey like woman's kneeds felt like jelly as she mumbled to herself, stumbling among the crowds while holding her camera.

"Idiot..... idiot.... idiot.... idiot.... idiot," became like a mantra to her as her brown eyes glossed over from both the humiliation and tears.

"AH!" Lonni screeched, her fingers now revived from their morbid state to frenzily rummage in her camera bag. Notes dear woman, notes! Review the notes she had from her briefing and then write more notes on the actual festival!

With a new purpose that doesn't involve with bouncing into people, Lonni clutched at her small notebook as if her life depended on it. Failure was not an option.

Rapidly flipping the pages, the meek woman finally came upon the photographic description of the Raevan she bumped into. Her world seemed to spin on itself.

"Oh dear gods," she moaned, trembling.

She just bumped into Lazarus, the first Raevan and the only documented Sigel! Although her urge to squeak and hide in a corner was high, the professional within the tremulous woman soon overcame that urge. This was an opportune moment and she must not let it escape!

Shoving her notebook into her camera bag, the brown haired brown eyes simple Lonni whirled on her heels, camera in hand and ready.

SNAP! went her camera in a brilliant flash of light.

"Perfect," she grinned.

She was able to make it in time to capture a picture of Lazarus as he apparantly glared at a golden ball through narrowed eyes. The studio and the big client would love this shot, no questions asked.

Beaming with pride and joy, Lonni stood back into the ready position, looking at the crowd through her lens, slowly turning so that she could see more. It was then that she noticed a young woman apparantly discreetly trying to eavesdrop on another Raevan, this one with mechanical wings and a unicorn horn. A quick mental flip through her notebook revealed the name; Gage.

Bard practically growled at the woman's retort. What the hell did she know? She hadn't been here the whole time. She hadn't heard the conversation. SHE hadn't been punched in the nose. And now she was going to belittle him for having a target for a face? No thanks. "Something else will go wrong if you do not mind your own business, mam. My friend here and I were only having a conversation when the boy went nuts. I'll point out to you that neither of us hit him and thus neither of us were fighting and thus I would like it if you didn't act like my mother when I'm damned sure I'm older than you. We weren't fighting verbally either so don't give me any of that." Bard's eyes flickered dangerously and it was all he could do to keep his voice at a normal volume when speaking to the woman. Some people just thought they knew everything.

Brows lifted though and all the anger seeped out of him when Rivener came in close, blowing on his skin as if Bard had hung a wind-chime from his ear. "What is your type then?" the man asked casually with a shrug as he began wiping down the counter and putting things back where they belonged. Bard had never really had a 'type' and he was terrible at judging other people's, so generally he just didn't care. It wasn't going to stop him anytime soonjust because he 'wasn't someone's type'.

At the arrival of Lazarus, Bard just gave a wave, even though he'd not even gotten a hello, but that didn't really matter to him. What Bard did notice though was the tiny blush on Rivener's cheeks (which he thought was too cute), and the extra added sex appeal put into the other's actions. Another drink? No thanks, there really wasn't anything on the menu that Bard was interested in honestly and although the iced mocha hadn't been horrible, he wasn't all that excited about another one. "I'd rather try something else, but I think I'd get in trouble for it," Bard replied softly, leaning against the newly cleaned counter and toying idly with the cloth in his hands.

It would seem, however, that attempting to flirt with someone working at a drink counter on a very warm day was not a good idea as a rather green looking creature floated up. Blinking curiously, Bard watched as he was ignored in the wooing of women process. Not that he cared, the only woman he'd sucessfully wooed had up and ruined him. Bard wasn't about to give the kid any pointers. Turning his head he looked to Lazarus and Rivener, incredibly curious about their answers himself.



Fangs watched the Gwee with an indifferent eye. He didn't care for the deformed looking creatures and he didn't care if they thought they could threaten him, though lucky for him they seemed to be quite uninterested at the moment.

Flipping his tail, Fangs gave a tiny yawn and a stretch, arching his back before pulling himself up onto his paws and shaking out his wings. He question did not get a responce from the feline. Fangs was simply interested in getting away from his 'owner' and whatever he did while he was away didn't matter to him. Alex didn't have anything to offer that Fangs would want, and it wasn't like he'd picked her out of the group to go flying into or anything!

Josh’s face broke into a wide smile as his hair was jumbled into disarray, “Hey there!” He whined as he attempted to fluff his lock back into their proper position… to no avail. Josh still had one particularly unruly cow lick sprouting from the top of his head.

Josh chose to remain in a standing position and stared off towards the stage eager to see what the announcement was about. “I wouldn’t mind being able to change forms. It ought to be fun!” Josh’s eyes fogged over slightly in thought as he nursed such ideas as being able to turn into a lion or a bird. He never noticed the tentacle wading through the trimmed grass.

Rivener was smiling at Bard. He could very well guess what the man wanted to try, that might get him into trouble. Rivener had half a mind to give him that, but he snickered at the thought of Roux finding out, and getting all upset... He'd be in TERRIBLE trouble if he did anything like that with a human, and Roux knew.

No reason he couldn't at least bask in the attention.

"My type..." He mulled it over before turning his smoldering eyes on the purple-haired man. "My kind is my type," he said, motioning at his lower half, and glancing momentarily at Laz.

That's when Gage came up, slamming his palms down in a definately uncharacteristic burst of emotion. Rivener, seriously, was shocked to see the usually so soft-spoken Raevan act this way. In all honesty he didn't think Gage was capable of emotions.

The question was even worse. "Talk to girls? Why would you want to?" He scrunched up his nose. "They cling and ask for things and squeal and hop around... But if it's Vyn then it might be cool. I mean, she's not so bad for a girl." Rivener tried to think of what tips he could give.

"Well, have you thought about being casual? Pretending like she's just another person? Say hi, Remember me?" He smiled, hoping he was helping.

Patiently, Gage waited for Rivener to divulge in his usual sexist views before contributing some actual advice. On the inside, the green Raevan shuddered quite horribly at the mere thought of trying to act so openly around her, but he did his best to conduct himself in a more confident manner around the other Frei. After all, he had never conversed with either of them a great deal before. Gage's own boldness in asking them for aid was nothing short of absolutely astounding considering his usual demeanor, which in all probability meant he up the proverbial creek without a glimpse of a paddle. The fact some strange woman was listening to his irrefutably awkward questions helped very little to ease his tension.

"It is hard, because it is," he answered bluntly to the female. That usual pang of fear and distrust that alighted around strangers forced him to look back at the scorpion Frei far more quickly than he would have had he been speaking with a two-legged person he was familiar with. More importantly, the person on his mind had neither legs nor a stomach, but he idolized her and that was what made it so hard to accept Rivener's guidance and just go talk. "She is by the flowers and I… flowers… I can not. River, come with me. Please?"

What could be seen of Gage's face expressed immense desperation; it was mildly pitiful, but he was well beyond caring about such things. "I will not be able to say anything alone."

Rivener was more than happy to latch onto any excuse to leave his post for a while. Besides, this was Raevan business so hopefully his human customers would agree that it was highly important. Rivener offered both Bard and the newcomer woman a smile. "If you'll excuse me," he said smoothly, "I have to attend to my colleague. Bard, I would be very grateful if you did watch the booth... I'll make it worth your while," he added with a sultry smile and a wink.

Floating around to the front of the booth, Rivener nodded to Gage. "Well, we can go if you wish, then. Although if she's close to flowers like you say, is it going to be a problem? I can ask her to come with me and meet you farther from the booth if you want," he added, remembering the green frei's explanation of his nutrition.

Vyn paused in her futile endeavor for a moment and glanced up at Sevilin, amber-black eyes full of quiet indignation. Although not very noticeable, an extremely discerning by-watcher might have been able to tell that the Shadow Frei was, in fact, rather upset.

"...is dying." Black nails glinted under the sun, encircling a wilted strand of baby's breath. The Rose-souled Raevan flapped her leathery wings once, tired. The sun's heat, which had felt so warm and delicious earlier, was now beginning to hurt the delicate Raevan's skin.

Very slowly, Vyn drifted back up to a more normal height, although she was still so close to the ground that the ends of the tattered black ribbons swirling around her rosy rune were nearly dragging on the ground. "The earth, won't...take...them back..." Confusion had rendered her speech even more slow and halting than usual, although it did not lose its enchanting lull. She had tried to give them back to the comfort and nuture of the soil, but it seemed to do the stalk no good. Despite the amount gentleness the placid Shadow Frei had displayed in handling the dainty plant, it was, if anything, more dead than when she first picked it up.

There were many things the walkers did that Vyn did not understand, but among those things why they would cut plants from the earth and then give the dying flowers away was the most incomprehensible.