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"Smiles..."

Fire smiled, just saying her name. Such a lovely name. He bowed his head, flustering slightly at her compliment.

"Thank you. We often get comments on how we... stand out." He chuckled. "My name is Fire Fall Down, but you can just call me Fire..." he paused, remembering what he told Flame earlier. Though he was pretty sure an incident like that happening with this doe was much less likely. "Or Fall, if you'd prefer."

He nodded towards his sister, totally oblivious to the two of them.

That there is Fan Into Flame. I usually call her Flame, but Flame could work too."

. ON-GOING NOW .

2nd Course!
Smoked Appetisers & Quiver's Songs
running from Thurs-Fri [23-24/8]

Quiverstep pranced onto the stage, a sand dog weaving in and out of his legs (a little trick that Rogue had taught him). Reaching the centre, the Acha turned to face the audience and addressed the crowd, a brilliant smile plastered on his face. “LADIES and gentlebucks, I trust that you have been enjoying your night thus far. Tonight, I will be singing for your entertainment. This first song tells of our great homeland...”

He paused to scan the crowd once round with a smile before closing his eyes, preparing himself. A moment later, beautiful song poured forth from his mouth – a heartfelt tune of the wonders of the desert. His voice dipped and then rose, soaring higher and higher, before spiralling down again – his favourite. The next song was a sweet little melody of childhood days, his sand dog Primrose joining in at certain beats, yapping in time with his voice. Song after song, the Acha sang; songs of happiness, songs of woe, songs of love and friendship… there was even a fun little song about a doe named Bitterleaf.

Before the last song, Quiver stopped to address the crowd again, a twinkle in his eyes. “One more song, my dear friends… for YOU!”

He may be scared of a number of things but performing was not one of them, and as Quiverstep sang of merry-making and the splendour of his cousins, he bounded off the stage to dance through the crowd. By the song's end, he had arrived back at his station, slightly out of breath.

“Thank-you, thank-you,” he cried, bowing deeply at the audience. “Enjoy the rest of the show!”
And with that, he bounded of the stage again, Primrose at his heels.

Fire smiled.

"As is yours. Such a lovely name, suitable for quite a sweet doe such as you." He tilted his head at her question, pondering it for a moment.

"Well, we do look alike, but I guess our personalities can be quite opposite. As you can see, Flame is a bit more... outgoing. Once you get her going on about something, she never stops. I, on the other hand... well, I guess I'm more likely to end one, usually to save the poor kin from being doomed to a never-ending conversation," he laughed.

While this was normally true, he felt that this time, he was the one mainly starting the conversations, with Flame pulling him out of it.

As if on cue, a buck came out, announcing the appetizer, and there was a new performance, with another acha and... sandog? (Fire had never really seen one before) now singing beautiful songs. Flame turned her eyes to Fire, eyes wide, pleading, begging.

Fire turned back to the doe. "Speaking of ending conversations, I am terribly sorry about this, Smiles. It seems my sister is dying to see more of the entertainment, and..." he lowered his head, apologetic. "Is it possible for me to try some of that delicious-looking appetizer also?"

[ raffle preference list: acha, turtle, foxbun, swan]

He had not smelled the luscious foods available, no, but rather... a voice. Music of the Night had heard at first only whispers of a fantastic voice on the air, and followed it until he came upon this gathering. He stood at the edge of the crowd, golden eyes staring at the acha that danced and sang his way through his act. Beautiful. Simply wonderful. Song after song and he did not disappoint.

His eyes watched as food was brought out to the other patrons, but he had more interest in the performance at the moment. As the acha finished and left the stage, he moved silently around to where he could catch his attention.

"Bravo," he said, voice smooth, "A most excellent performance."

He had that effect on people, with the silent footsteps and all. The startled expression that others got when he approached had long ago lost its affect on him. It was a part of him.

"Of course," he replied with a curt nod, "Any place that offers fine music and entertainment I can find enjoyment in." His eyes fell to the sand dog, curious as he had not encountered one before in his travels.

"A beautiful animal," he said, "Does it have a name?" He admired what he had heard of the animals, dainty and esteemed hunters. To see one as a performer must be quite a thing!

The soup had been lovely, and it only left the male to wonder what was next in this slight night of discovery.He'd seen more enter, all settling down to eat and one who seemed to wish to speak with a performer. It was calm and none seemed to wish violence, a good thing in such a setting. One could only imagine the disaster that a fight could settle upon such a place.

Finding the soup finished, Wilted Branches gave a slightly surprised lick to his lips. So good he'd not even noticed he'd finished it! Well... perhaps there was something new to try? Or even more soup! With another turn of the head, he looked out to find Sunspot. So lovely she was...

"Dear Sunspot!" He called out, spying her near the area she'd gone to get the soup the first time. He gave a light smile and politely awaited her arrival at his seating area, not sure if he was allowed to step over or not.




(( Edit: I also don't think I should be posting my pref list again, someone correct if I'm wrong please! ))