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"A-Alcion." He stammered, then caught himself and coughed a little. He looked a little like a child caught with an hand in the cookie jar at the moment.

"Alcion En'Lojist, pleased to meet you, miss."

A sketching elf, and a bestial... she looked tough, but by the way she was inspecting the shrubbary Miranda doubted she was a fighter. She sighed, making herself more comfortable on the edge of the fountain and looking over the crowds. She crossed her legs, wondering if there was a horse selling stall somewhere near.

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.

"Nice to meet you Alcion En'Lojist."

Spade smiled as her head bowded in responce, her curiosity winning over. She seemed to lean over a tad to one side, here eyes questing to know just what he had been drawing of her. She smiled a bit more, looking at his eyes, ear twitching a tad.

"Since we have exchanged pleasentries, I am wondering, might I be inclinded to find out just why you were staring so intently at me before? I am a ted bit curious."

Her hands brushed her dress unconsiously, as if to make sure it looked nice. She also made sure to not knock over her diary or fruit on the floor or into the fountain. She debated weither she should put it away or not as she waited for his responce.

Hester had truly intended to try and make this day useful; make a few acquaintances, perhaps learn a bit more about the arena...but it was the merchants that successfully stalled her plans. At the moment, she was scanning the wares of a rather artistic stall, her hazel eyes lit with avid curiousity. Never in her life had she seen such strange things. Many of them looked useless, but their unique looks and lovely decorations drew her in irresistably. "This is very pretty." she admired a trinket box aloud, lifting it closer to try and make out the pattern on top, which appeared to have a forest theme.

But then she came to her senses. Recalling the last terrible night, the half-bestial suddenly sighed, all too aware of her aches, which were beginning to dim the cheerful air of the day. She tucked the box back in place almost regretfully. "Sorry, friend. It wasn't meant to be." A few moments more were spent examining before she decided to leave.

'Might as well go find an inn now.' Forget buying. Besides, there was a rather likely looking place just up ahead...

After a bit of bartering, Aleric soon had a full sized meal, complete with several glasses of fruit juice. He took his meal over to the fountain, sitting down beside it and opening the new basket that the merchant's wife had given him. This, he thought, relaxing against the side of the fountain, was how one was supposed to spend the festivities.

... Or at least how he wanted to spend it. He reached out, grabbing his first drink from the basket and sipping it slowly. It was so good not to be drinking water and eating fish. Then he grabbed the first of the sandwiches, smirking at the size. It was large enough to fit his hands, which was saying something since he had very big hands. With that thought he took a bite.

((Im sorry for poofing, Shiro... I was tired so I went to sleep early...))

"Oh, I... I was drawing." Denying it didn't even cross the elf's mind. It was how he was. "Drawing you. I've never drawn someone like you before, so I thought this might be a good opportunity..."

He flipped the sheet with the drawing on the top again.

"People's faces always gives me problems, so I was practicing on another sheet, so I wouldn't ruin the sketch." He explained, somewhat curious at what her reaction would be. Hopefully the drawing was faithful, so far.

Alcion continued to explain about the drawing, but then he stopped. He could have swore, on that wagon...

...

"Excuse me, miss Spade, but I believe I might have to cut this short..." He gently ripped the sheet from the drawing pad, rolled it, and handed it to her. "I apologize for leaving it unfinished, but I hope that you will still enjoy it..."

Getting up and shoving his drawing pad under his arm, he entered the crowd in search of Tessa.