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Baptiste, whose words to Gwynna seem to fall on deaf ears, shrugs and then is almost herded away from the women with scepters. Confused, but unwilling to make a scene, he loiters with some of the other men around, watching and keeping a close eye on Tamlin. She's his charge, almost, and he wouldn't abide by her being hurt or stolen away.

Caroline puts up a protest as Rojiza is nudged away from her, toward the outer circle. She is quieted, though, by the air of seriousness and the knowledge that all the other Fortunette children are there with her. They'd band together, she knew, if anything went wrong. The Hankie Priestess' words reach her, and she thinks. I don't even know what's going on. I just want Ro to be safe. Whether or not I'm chosen for whatever it is they're choosing for doesn't matter to me. But if you choose me, unknown spirit, I'll be good and do my best to fulfill whatever it is you need here. She smirks to herself. Long as you can live among gypsies.

Having bound up the three parallel cuts across Sindri's hindquarters, a very dejected young woman tried to make her way through the crowds. Altaira's mind was on things not done - like getting Kala off the bobcat before blood was shed - and on things that may have to be done. This is what happens when you try to be social, she thought...

It was only when Jal pushed past them, almost dislodging the dozing Fortunette from Altaira's day bag did she blink out of her gloomy reverie. The usually mild mannered half-gypsy swore and turned to look at him in the press of people. To say she was stressed and taking it out on someone would be fair.

"Watch where you're going, *******. What's the matter with you? Have some patience, it's not like two seconds will kill you."

(Hope it is ok to throw Al at him for a minute XD' *Censored just in case - even if it was in German*)

Jal stopped a momment looking flushed and frightened for his life. he put a finger up to his lips, "SHhhh, can't ya'll see two seconds CAN cost me ma life hare!" She looked over her shoulder and saw he was finally hidden from the large man. "Listen, help me owt an I will pay ya back. Promise." Faster then she could protest he fell to the ground and hid under her skirt.

"I won be here lon' ma'am, just letun that fat bald oaf pas'n bai." He tried not to touch her too close, but did notice that the legs hidden under there were very nice.

[[[*hopes she is wearing a skirt ^^;; ]]

(*Hadn't thought about it, but she rarely wears her only pair of trousers, so!* XD)

"You had better be in real danger." Was all she could manage to say, the anger shocked out of her by the fact there was a man hiding under her skirt. As if that wasn't bemusing enough, hadn't she be furious at him a moment ago? In theory she should kick the dog outta there and let the man with the sword have him.

"...your, ah, bald friend should be gone in a moment." Altaira didn't dare move and probably looked like she was a crazy woman talking to her self, or her (rather large) cat. "Then I reckon you have some explaining to do..."

"Quick explaining." She added, looking down at the bobcat.

"SHHH!" He said louder from under the skirt. He really didn't dare say a peep, he was just appreciating the view and happy that her foot wasn't inserted heavily into his ribs as well as Ceelan's fathers sword wasn't there as well.

"You bumbling, stupid, fatherless, homewrecking, son of a mule! JAAL! Come out and FIGHT like a man. Where are you?" The balding man screamed out as he pushed himself through the crowd. He gave one quick glance at Altaira and her bobcat "Gypsies..." He muttered as if it were an insult as he looked towards the woman. "Have you seen a large muscle bound idiot with half his clothes on run this direction?" He asked the girl. He snarled at the bobcat, "What in the..." The man searched the crowd obviously in a hurrty.

Now Jaal was too busy silently praying for his life rather than looking at undergarments.

Let's just say, the sleepy bobcat snarled back. He'd had one fight today. And an angry Sindri showing his fangs is not a thing to be dismissed so easily - unless you're a panther of course.

"Except for the 'musclebound' and 'half his clothes' comments, I'd say I was looking at him. Or did you mean, 'tubby' 'with half his hair'?" It was a quick slap of words. 'Gypsies' indeed. And who the hell did he think he was, looking fit to murder in teh middle of celebrations. Altaira moved her hand to the hilt of her dagger on her belt. One she'd never used except to cut up herbs, tangled traces and the like.

"I've had enough to deal with today so why dot you just move along? Any idiot could tell you the man trailing his belt ran out of the park and turned right, except you're too busy causing a fuss and pushing past people." I'd start wobbling after him if I were you, you son of a maggot eating wench....

Grey eyes glared over the head of yet another person who'd squeezed through, between the man with the sword and the half gypsy. Another with a torch made to follow the first. They were two of a very small majority not moving.

A leg kicked Jaal softly and she took a slight side step - trying to indicate, not uncover - mentally cursing.... crawl while still under there if you have to but he'll wonder why we're not moving you oaf....by the gods why am I even helping you?!

Silver giggled when Rojiza made faces at the priestesses, but grew very quiet when they started herding the children away from their mothers and toward the outer rings. Silver was still holding onto her children, the priest looking at her almost nervously, holding both arms out in an attempt to take Khevashi from her again. "Momma, Ro's gone!" Aisrhan's fierce whisper immediately sent a wave of concern through Silver. She saw Caroline's face and made up her mind. She handed Khevashi to Aisrhan. "YOU hold him. Do not let him out of your sight... but go with them." Aisrhan's eyes widened with shock. "But momma!"
"Go." Silver bent down to whisper in her daughter's ear. "Go look after Rojiza too, please." Aisrhan closed her mouth, and nodded. Her eyes now reflected seriousness and determination as she let the (relieved-looking) priest herd she and her brother to the outer ring.
Khevashi giggled and hugged his sister, waving to his mother as he was carried away, disappearing behind the white-robed priest.

Silver turned and gave Caroline a look that said "they'll be fine", squeezing her friend's shoulder as the priestess spoke.

What am I thinking? What am I thinking!? Why are we here, what the hell is happening to our kids, what is going ON? THAT's what I'm thinking. Are you hearing THAT "Oh Great Saviour"? Silver thought angrily. A moment later, however, she forced herself to calm down. They're fine. Aisrhan will keep them safe. They're alright. She sighed heavily, having almost convinced herself that these things were true. Almost. Silver closed her eyes and contemplated the priestesses words. Suddenly an image popped into her mind. It was Kidra. What part was she playing in all of this? Silver found herself unable to focus on that thought. Instead, she remembered that Kidra was a Gelm, and that made Silver think of home. Thinking of home led to thoughts of friends and family, and that, of course, led to thoughts of her brother. Immediately, a profound sadness that she had thought long-overcome, engulfed her. Kidra was suddenly the farthest person from her mind. Tears welled in Silver's emerald eyes. She shut them tighter, as though to banish the memory, but Nuroah was all she could see. Her hand instinctively went to the dragon pendant around her neck as thoughts of her children, whom her brother would have loved to meet, took a back seat to her remembered pain, and it was all she could do to keep from sinking to her knees and sobbing on the ground.