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Carminer

The appearance of the pretty young shifter with matori spots caught Carminer's eye, but her energy was one that really encouraged him to reach over and cheers her back with her excitement. It was becoming a bit more packed as more warriors joined the area after their fights, and Carminer was building himself up with his excitement. He had no concerns his siblings wouldn't be able to find where he was, so he focused on his new company.

"Nice skin you've got there, dear. You seem to be quite the eye catching beauty."

Her dark skin and speckles really did stand out, and Carminer took a closer look while ignoring her light glare. Instead, he sent her a charming smile, "Fight, did you?"

Itotia

Her lips pursed as he continued to question, being the suspicious person now. Shaking her head, she shifted a moment before taking a deep breath.

"Allow me to return your favor with a word of advice. If you are traveling alone, trust no one. Mainlanders hold no fear of us, but they are not the monsters we expected either. They are sly, opportunistic, and care not for any but their own."

She recalled Afsana, the one who stole her so long ago, and shook her head, "I am Itotia, and I frequent the Red Amaryllis. If you need any advice, feel free to come. At least there, you wont see false faces of the mainlanders."

Waving her hand at his actions, as if to say he need not prove his face, she glanced about a moment and glared at a few who openly stared.

Kresimir .|. Post 7

A small bit of the Oban man reminded him of his mother. He had seen that she had come in third place for her bracket and would likely be feeling a similar way about her battles. "My Mom fought as well and I think she has similar feelings about third place." He laughed a little. "Then again, raising 5 kids probably doesn't leave much room for training."

How much their parents had given up for them, Kres would never really know but he appreciated it. "But yes, there is always the next one. As it seems relations between everyone are getting better, I hope there will be plenty more in the future." Kres smiled at both Aseara and Nuri. "As things are winding down now though, I should probably start making my way out. It was nice to meet the two of you." The shifter dipped his head politely before turning and making his way out.

Nuri

Nodding once, Nuri tried to remember the faces of those who got third, but it was hard to tell considering there were so many fighting this year. It was quite the turn out, and he had to accept that the world was filled with strong fighters. If only he had the chance to bring Naraka, the entire fight would have changed. With that thought, he was soothed, and smiled slightly at Aseara.

"Indeed. I do hope to see you next tourney, maybe you will get a bit farther as well?"

He paused, before smirking slightly, "...and who knows, maybe I'll see you around thanks to a mutual friend."

Carminer

He glanced between the two girls, eyeing their markings and grinning to himself. Letting out what could only be described as a giggle, he ignored his cousin to look between the two, "Oh yes, you two are quite fetching with those spots..."

"That's good, I'm sure there were some cheers for you..." He said slowly, before glancing to his cousin again, "Do be nice, Amarone, I've been helping sooth wounds and build spirits!"

He laughed again, before tugging her to join him and handing her a drink.

Ondine

Ondine groaned and sighed, before laughing as he watched Carminer interact with another wind girl. Overhearing it was his cousin, Ondine gave her a bit of a smirk before shrugging.

"He's been no bother, absolute gentleman this one..." Before taking another drink and glancing at the others. A tall, tall shifter stood out, and Ondine felt herself become curious at his markings and rugged nature. Blinking, she glanced away quickly to hide in her drink.

Well, what a sight indeed.

"Just keep him drinking, he's having a fun time!"

Alassiel
Post 7

“Oh, looks like the tournament is about to end. I need to get and fetch my husband. Perhaps we’ll see each other once everyone is outside of the stadium.” Alassiel stood up and moved her way out before turning. “Come on Ziel, time to go. Your father probably wants to see you as well.” V’dem would probably want a bit of time with her daughter after the fight too, so Alassiel gave Ziel on of her looks. She should have brought Z’ran with her; he’d probably sat through most of the matches by himself. Nothing a good dinner couldn’t fix once they were back home.

Solari
Post 7

Solari blinked a few times, turned to look at the girl and then looked at her own spots. Huh, well that was a curious stamen to make wasn’t it? He was definitely drunk. “You have had a lot to drink,” she remarked glancing at the one he had referred to as Amarone. She hadn’t heard that Wind people were a particular mean race; she wondered why he’d given the woman a warning. Perhaps they were family, not that Solari could tell anyways. “I’m sure they cheered but only because of the battles.” People here seemed to be bloodthirsty, they hadn’t cheered for her oh no, they’d cheered for the violence.