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Sal, you needed that bath. 8V Shik likes blood as well as the next guy, but moldy clothes aren't cool.

Also Shik totally saw that look, Mar-Mar. He also totally didn't care. Aim better next time, birdie.

And frankly he didn't want to see a student's tits either, Mei; water tossing was just an inborn reaction now. You were doing them both a favor by gtfo-ing.

As for Shaheen? "Can I help if they really like 19?" the horseman answered with a nonchalant shrug at her shout, picking up the bucket to go refill it. Those naps were doing something beneficial after all! At least they weren't going at each other's throats.

Maggie wandered over to check out what smelled so delicious. Smelled like meat. Mmmm...meat. At first she didn't notice the two horsemen standing there, until one of them began to speak. Her eyes widened at how much bigger this woman was than herself, and she felt a bit intimidated. Looking down (mostly out of embarrassment for staring), she noticed the three daggers. Before she could ask, the horsemen stepped out of the way, and Maggie could see the numbered board behind them. "Aha", She said to herself. Well, might as well try, right?

Shaheen had made her way back behind the booth and started on making Jay a bracelet when another student approached. Shaheen put down what she was doing to stand to the side, eyeing the girls black, cat like ears carefully. "Excuse me, but are you a shapeshifter?" She asked, her tone blunt and to the point, when the girl had tossed her dagger, landing on a no prize zone. Shaheen grabbed one of feathers she was using to make bracelets with and leaned towards the girl to tuck it in behind her ear, brushing her fingers over the soft, black fur as she did so, feeling a strange urge to give them a light scratch.

Shaheen really liked cats, okay?

She turned her attention to another dagger thrower, who appeared to be tossing the blades haphazardly, giving Shaheen no choice but to move far, faaaaar to the side lest she get impaled.

She then went back to stringing together Jays bracelet, setting it down triumphantly when she was finished.

The wolfos would be met instead by Shaheen's partner, who looked . . . pretty bored by the turn out thus far this hour. Or maybe he was disappointed he didn't get a chance to chuck some water on the pup.

Either way, King was handed a small feather for his efforts, though Shik didn't personally believe in such a thing as "consolation prizes" and it showed. "19 or 9 is what you should be aiming for," he told the wolfos before waving him off.

"Mmm. You get . . . another ten minutes of peace," Shik answered after spending a few moments pretending to think. But hey, he was grinning a bit!

Also good job on the snagging, Phil. Shik was planning on aiming for the eyes of the next poor guy who had to come for these stupid consolation prizes.

Anthe was walking through the carnival when she spotted an interesting looking booth manned by horsemen. She curiously went u to it and realized it was a dagger throwing game. She decided to play, picking up the knife after paying the fee. She threw it willy nilly unsure of which target to pick. Unfortunately she did not hit a prize target so she only got a consolation prize. She accepted this and moved on.

This was certainly rare. Both Shikoba and Shaheen were both in a good mood at the same time. The entire world by all rights should have been imploding by now. "Ah yes, that peace thing again." She sounded almost wistful, though her smirk never faded, and after the words had left her mouth she gave him a small head shake and rolled her eyes, her own grin hard to contain at this moment. Maybe it was just that the voices in her head were leaving her alone for the most part, or maybe she was just actually beginning to enjoy being in the taller, gruffer, beast of a horseman's presence, as impossible as that seemed to be without one of them trying to kill the other first.

More customers arrived. The horsewoman from famine, Eiseth, got a cool stare as Shaheen's arms came up to cross over her chest, but not a word of greeting. The chieftain would rather forget that their last encounter had ever happened, thank you very much, and she would hope that the other woman would have the sense never to speak of it to anybody.

Thankfully, she threw her dagger then turned to leave without a word, which made Shaheen relax ever so slightly.

The next participant got a feather for her efforts.

And then somebody new approached, and while Shaheen had never formally met the conquest woman, she had seen her on occasion. She had been one of the three that were running that booth with all of the kissing going on that Shaheen had visited briefly to speak to Lifen. Why any self respecting horseman would want to spend an entire day kissing students was beyond the chieftain. The very concept seemed repulsive and vile, and the thought of pressing her lips against those of children sent a shudder rolling down her spine.

Lan hadn't even quite made her approach, and had not, as far as Shaheen had seen, done any of the kissing, but already she was being judged.

She moved to the side to watch as the much smaller horsewoman took a turn at the game, pleased enough with her results to earn her a small smile in the form of a smirk. "Only one has been inept enough to throw a dagger into the third target and cut the rope." She replied, eyes flickering up to the bucket that was strung up above.

"As for the others...you'd have to ask Shikoba. He seems to be more inclined towards surprise assault then I." So far, at least. Of course, only Shikoba and Shaheen knew that landing on certain targets meant that they were allowed to douse the thrower with a bucket of water, as they had agreed on when they had set up the game. Just a little bit of fun to break up the doldrums and mundanity. Of course, it also might mean that they were driving away potential customers with their antics....

"I am Shaheen, of war." Obviously of war! "Chieftain." She finished, inclining her head in return at the other. She could play the civil game too. At least, until she decided whether or not she liked this other woman.