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Spade had gotten up earlier and had managed to find a few things in some stalls that Brum might like. But she was determinded to get as many things from all over as she could. She wandered back to the fountain center and spotted a bit of plantlife growing near this one elf. Thankfully it was far enough away for her not to have to move him to inspect it, but she was close enough for him to see a armadillo beastial crouched down beside the fountain looking at something. Pulling out a magnifying glass and she shifted her weight so that light could pass around her large, crouched form to lluminate the plant so she could examine it.

"Interesting..."

She murmered, more to herself then anyone else.

Zian had spent a good few hours people-watching, fascinated by the many varieties of elves, the tiny marvels that were their faeries, the types of bestials that he'd never seen in his tribe before. (He was particularly intrigued by Spade, a species of beast that he hadn't even heard about in the stories his father spun as easily as he wove thread.) Awkwardness kept him from approaching any of them, though.
"I mean, what do I say?" he wrote in his journal at one point. "'Hi, you look weird, mind if I stare at you for a bit?' They probably wouldn't be flattered."
He scans the merchant carts now, especially fascinated by the jewelry in all its finery; that kind of adornment was much more rare among the hunters of his tribe.
If Zian catches Miranda's eye, she may very well notice muscles beneath his feathers and a lean, strong look to him - a warrior who's been training for two years straight now and knows how to use a spear.

"Hmm..." Miranda said quietly, her eyes falling on a bird bestial. Strong, but young. And with the delicate leanness of his build he would only be able to fight certain types effectively. And that would depend on his speed, as well as the strength of his opponent. He moved like a fighter, but oh so very young! Even for a bestial!

She sighed, wishing he had a few years on him. She would approch him if she found no one else. Such potential, after all! But before she did she wished to observe him for a while, as well as the others. At his age he was no doubt still training. To send him into the ring with experienced brawlers at this time seemed a little premature.

With a grin and a yawn, a weary looking Tessa made her way into the Market Square from a side street. She had the appearance of someone who had spent a late night out enjoying the festivities, with her touseled hair loosely tied back in a black ribbon and a slight puffiness to her eyes that cleary indicated a lack of sleep. She paused at an exotic fruit merchant's stall and perused her wares for a long moment before deciding on a handful of dates which she folded up into the silk square of her handkerchief to carry.

Chewing on one of the succulent foods she merrily looked around at those folks just waking themselves. It seemed she wasn't the only late night reveler in the city. She swallowed a mouthful of date as she began scouting for a stall that might have something to quench her thirst and soothe her throat so she might be able to sing later.

Tessa was brought up short by the sight of an enormous creature at a near by artificers' stall. She stared opening at the bear bestial, in awe of it's size and mass. "Now I'm really glad Telperinquar sent me off to the festival..." she mumbled to herself.

Forgoing the planned stop at a window a few stops down where someone was hawking fresh fruit juices, the bard meandered over to the artificers' stall to get a better look at the interesting being. She offered him a nod and a merry smile, forcing brightness to her weary eyes.

Conversation was never something Tessa shrank away from, especially with someone as unusual in her experience as a bear bestial. Telperinquar was a bit of a purist and preferred not to have such mixed blood creatures around him. That left the human woman in a state of great curiosity. She knew of the bestials and had seen some from time to time at a distance, but up close and able to talk to them? She grinned.

"Hello there! A fine morning for shopping, is it not? I must say, you're the tallest festival goer I've met thus far, I might have to write an ode to your impressive stature!"

Tessa's lips quirked upwards as her smile brightened. "Well I admit my odes are not nearly as good as my songs, but they aren't complete trash either. Let's see...an ode to a tall dark-furred stranger..." She cleared her throat and made a grandiose gesture with one hand.


"Upon the festival did I meet
A fellow soaring o'er eight feet
with shoulders broad and eyes of gold
of Ursine blood if truth be told.

His shadow doth block sun from sky
to shade this bard from heaven's eye.
A boon to soothe my sun crisped skin
So now I thank this gentleman.

By writing verse to set him full
By poets hand as immortal."

Tessa smiled. "I always find knowledge to be the best repayment for any service I render or smile I make blossom. I know very little of the bestial folks, but I would like to know more. My elven employer is a bit of a recluse, but I was fortunate to be attending his son at the festival, rather than him, and it's brought me into a wealth of new experiences! Was I correct in my guess at ursine blood in your veins, good sir? Can you tell me a bit of your tribe?"