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Jakkoa || 4

None of this was progressing how Jakkoa intended.

He enjoyed festivities. Bright colors. Commotion. Great masses of people and exchange to be had. This was different. While he had anticipated trade and excitement and some foreign faces, there were far more here than he was fully prepared to deal with and now—now, these people.

As tensions hyped up from confused to borderline battle-ready and Hargitt caught at his hand, guiding him along as they moved in, Jakkoa’s personal tension mounted from ‘there are too many foreigners and hybrids here for my taste’ to ‘these outsiders are not any shade of familiar and they might be deadly.’ His pulse climbed, his eyes narrowed, and as they wove their way through the crowd, he inadvertently pressed closer to his company. Hargitt was familiar. Hargitt was reliable. Hargitt was welcome.

Everything else was becoming increasingly less so by the moment.

Then, Hargitt released his hand, and some banal platitude of ‘Be safe…’ was perhaps among the things he wanted to hear absolutely least in the world at the moment. “Be—what? No. Hargitt, we ought to leave together, now, immediately, don’t—do not just go off into-”

Jakkoa’s teeth grit, newly-emptied fingers bunching into fists, and even his louder sounds of frustration were lost to the rumble of the crowd. This was not how he had intended things to progress.

And now, he was alone.

Ouen - 8

"I dunno." Ouen shrugged. "Can't rightly know how bad the damage is, can we? Mebbe all it takes is a little patch someplace or... well, I guess that don't seem too likely, what with all the smoke about an' all. Maybe they'll stay right 'ere? Seems awful complicated to move that wreck anyplace else, an' it ain't like Sauti's crowded."

It was a bit selfish, maybe, but Ouen would be perfectly happy to have the newcomers stay right here. He and Kalli would go back to Jauhar, where a flying ship couldn't even land properly for all the trees, and hopefully all this would work itself out in time.

"I just can't help feelin' a bit off about 'em. Technology. Hmph!"

Naqenni || 6

You’re right.

Naqenni glanced down. At long last—after the sea and the shore, beaches, deserts, crags, strangers and strange food, all leading to here—her mystic’s previous confidence and enthusiasm for the strange new world seemed to have suffered a crack. Fire descending from the sky and carrying with it troops of earthlings the color of wildflowers: this was what it took to give Nivalis pause. Though she had been leery of the trip from the beginning, and still had her reservations, she released a curt puff of a sigh at her mystic’s look. Niva was too young, and too precious to their tribe, for her new misgivings and disenchantment with the situation to be any variety of satisfying.

At least now Naqenni could not say now that it had not been a waste to come, however: they did have worlds of new information to share with their tribe leaders and sisters.

“Come,” she said, giving a gentle tug at Niva’s hand and glancing about the crowd to spot any abnormally tall heads among the crowd. Zayana had chosen to wear a cloak and cover herself at certain portions for subtlety, but still she towered over the earthlings even as a teenager, and would give Naqenni little extra trouble picking her out.

“They are many,” she admitted, and upon no immediate sign of either of the other two sisters on a glance in the crowd, they had begun moving away from the potential dangers of the unfolding scene and back towards where Niva had originally suggested they reconvene. “But they fight each other as they once fought our cousins. They kill amongst themselves like animals and don’t agree. And they do not know of us any more than they know of these strangers. They are strange, and dangerous like this only, when all of their many are together. But each one is small and weak still. All of them are weak alone.”

Ujana ll 4

Ujana cracked out a laugh and reached out to playfully thwack Zyphire on the shoulder. "Cheeky, aren't ya? I like it." Straight to the point and open; that's how Ujana preferred her flirtations.

However, as she moved to follow him, the sky had other plans. For a moment she simply watched the smoke, mouth slightly agape before turning to Zyphire with the biggest grin on her face. One that borderlined madness. "Oh, I have got to see this! Come on!"

Without even waiting for his response the young woman took off through the crowd, carelessly pushing her way through, heedless of others, before making it to the front lines. From there she watched as current events unfolded, leading them to this moment.

One where strangely hot girls from the sky were talking about flying ships and places beyond the sea...

"Sheesh, there's too much talking..." Ujana groused.

Callum ll 7

Callum's lips quirked up into a partial smirk. "If only." He would like to have said this was part of wind tradition; something typical for their people, to drop smoking ships from the sky and paint their members bright colors for the sake of entertainment but it was not so.

"I think...that we've gathered a few more guests." Slowly, cautiously, Callum sheathed his sword. They had obviously tried making contact before, at least, from what they would have the crowd believe, which made them friendly.

He looked up to V'demhe, "What do you think of all this?"

Jakkoa || 5

“You…”

Immediately upon spotting Hargitt, Jakkoa knew he had words for the man, and his tongue was quick to leap on beginning them, but his mind took a moment longer to catch up and process. Admittedly, he hadn’t expected the other man back so soon, and had certainly feared for—

Well, the worst evidently hadn’t happened. Hargitt looked well and healthy (if cross and unenthused), and didn’t appear to have a nick of hurt on him. That took some of the initial spitfire out of his opening, and he released his initial breath, frowning and giving the man another once-over before starting again, thoughts gathered.

“You left me,” he accused, jabbing none-too-gently at the center of the other man’s chest. “You, of all people, cautious as you are, this place denser than I’ve ever even seen it and thick with who all even knows what, flying fire machines descend from the sky and the first thing you think to do is draw your weapon and leave me in a crowd of—what if you had died? What if they had been armed and dangerous and a shooting broke out? Or what if—”

Jakkoa trailed abruptly off again of his own regard, frown returning as he processed what Hargitt had said. “What about teenagers?”

Eirlys - Post 8

Given Huyana's past, the male got a long look from his wife before she nodded silently. The female kept her mind open as she looked over the two females. Once it seemed like they could finally ask a question she hummed. Debating if she should...

She looked up to her husband. "Mhm...pretty..." she glanced back to where she saw Polaris' horns. She blinked as Devi jumped up on top to wave to her. "Well, the kids have more than one set of eyes on them..."