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Did she mean that some people were natural born leaders? That made more sense. However... Shun had a slight suspicion that wasn't really what she meant, seeing how Danny has not really made a great deal of sense to him in general thus far. Not to mention that she had considered calling herself a Commander.

Regarding the comment on water, he just raised his brow and said nothing. It didn't really matter to him if she hated getting wet or whatever her reason for disliking water was. He just shook his head, then went on his way. Most likely, there'd be work to do here tomorrow, one way or another. He wasn't thrilled about it. Not in the slightest. However, not showing up at that point would likely be bad form. He might as well finish what he started, as much as he didn't really want to.

Wobbling to her feet, Shakuntala cast Alec a dizzy nod. "Y-Yea..." she responded, though she was far away from okay.

The horse had really given her a run for her money. Yet, despite the bad ride, she had no ill feelings towards it. Well, she couldn't -- the horse was spooked and she didn't cater to the mishap by freaking out herself. Deciding that was enough excitement for one day, the girl swayed her walk back to her mum's. She had a story to tell and she was positive Kamla wouldn't let her return.

+ Second Day.

Shakuntala wasn't a glutton for punishment, but she was starved of beauty, and couldn't help returning to the parade booth the second day around just to marvel at the eye candy of well-bred horses. She knew little to nothing about the machinations of a horse and what was required to raise them -- let know the intricacies of pedigree. But she did know how to ride; her father had taught her how to guide any horses pulling a wagon when he worked. It was only until she found out what was in that wagon (the carcasses of slaughtered animals) did the girl feel nervy about trying it again.

Taking a spot in the same place she had stood at before, the girl gawked with the same sparkle in her eye at the horses. This awe was interrupted every so little while by the bite of a loaf a bread her mother had sent her off with. Speaking of her parent, she told Kamla nothing about the events of yesterday. It made the girl uneasy to essentially "lie" to her mother, but Skakuntala knew if she told her anything, the parent would've doubled her hold on the girl's liberty. Kamla was already strict with Shakuntala since that day a decade ago, but if she found out about Drakon, she may not even let her leave the house.

((replying for the horse first... xD Don't feel obliged to reply to this u gaize! It's just to close up loose ends lol))

Drakon kept pulling, stuck, when a man came over and tried to soothe him. He stopped moving long enough for him to cut the strap, eyeing the human warily. The stallion finally broke free and cantered off a short ways- realizing the threat was passed and having vented out that anxiety, it soon turned back to trop up to the downed Shakuntala, who was slowly getting up to a sitting position. He dipped his head as if wanting to nudge her, checking on her much like Alec was. It nickered softly- not guilt so much as remembering that the friendly human might be hurt.

Lloren leapt out of the way, executing a standard military roll on the cobbles. After years of impact training, something of this magnitude didn't hurt. (She had always been a peculiar child, dreaming of having the muscle to carry a friend on each shoulder.) She was up barely in time to see the end of the collapse.

Down the tent went, blowing its contents into the street like a giant whoopie cushion. A normal person in charge of this tent might have groaned at the prospect of having to clean all of that up, but to the very depths of her heart Lloren could only welcome this change of pace. It had been a long day. "Hmm, wow, we're going to have to do some cleaning up before tomorrow, aren't we?" She quipped in a light tone, looking over the wreckage and noting Alec soothing the horse, as well as the shape of someone trapped underneath. The suspicious guy from earlier. "Oh."

The trainee hopped over to the side nearest Axel, gathering tent in her arms to untangle what was around him so that he could get back on his feet. "Sorry about that, man. Nobody injured, I hope? All righty then, time to clean up!" That's when Preacher stormed out of the building and off to elsewhere, furious as the trainee had ever seen it. Lloren grimaced. Aw dang, I warned them about him... wait, did I? I forgot.

She went to pull her desk back up to its original position when Farvardin addressed her, handing her a filled form and cracking a joke. "Haha, yeah, you could even say 'the tables have turned!' Eh?" She grinned, hoping they'd catch on to the pun.

Saga appeared in the entrance to the commissioned inn, one of his cheeks red and perhaps a little rounder than usual. It looked swollen; he'd clearly been slapped hard.
"Something happen out here? I heard a noise- the tent! ...My horse!"

Lloren glanced back, busying herself with picking up stray papers. "Oh good, Field marshal, they haven't murdered you!" She said, perhaps with a little too much amusement.

He looked off in the direction Preacher had gone, a little destitute, and then smiled regretfully at nobody in particular. Sigh. I don't need anyone, she had said, her anger shocking him. But everyone needs each other, he thought. With his personality, similar situations had occurred in the past. "Ahhh, I failed again." He whined, before stepping back into the building, but not before calling out again. "Bring my horse to the stables! There are stables in the back!"

Lloren adjusted her glasses. "Oh."

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The next morning, the tent was back into position- and Lloren was sitting at the desk as usual, accepting new volunteers and directing old and new alike to the back of the building.
"There's a courtyard, that's where assessment will be." She said. "You can go over there to await instructions! This parade is going to be fabulous." Ohhh yeah, just wait till you see the uniforms.

Lloren was a little surprised to see Mr.Suspicious had returned after yesterday's events. He hadn't even turned in his security band, either. That was good- the more help they had, the better.

"Hi again! I promise, no falling tents today. Volunteers are coming in to apply for the positions they want in the parade. Except it would be long if each person's aptitude for that troupe's tasks was evaluated separately, so they're processing everyone as a batch. Some people are only here for fun though. You'll find everyone in the courtyard behind the inn." She gestured to the back.

Lenore ran through the streets with a strange mixture of apathy and excitement on her mind. On the one hand, the only reason she was taking part in the parade was because the manager was having her do it. But on the other, she had a friend taking part in it now - and the books generally made it out to seem that boring stuff was a lot more fun if you did it with friends. She wasn't sure if they were right or not, but the trash picking did seem to go a bit faster the day earlier.

Arriving at the tent, Lenore got up on her tippy-toes to look around for Zinnia, but due to being so short was unable to see over the majority of the crowd. Sighing, she went around the tent looking for her.

[Forgive me for any typos; posting with NOOK.]

Deacon had just kinda... Wandered off after the tent fiasco the day before, hoping to return at a more convenient time for everyone involved. He arrived first thing in the morning today, returning to the desk where Lloren sat.

"Back to try this again," he said with amused smirk. "Still in need of muscle to pull the barges?"

When the trainee told him where he needed to go, he nodded and was ready to head in that direction. He overheard the comment on uniforms, though, and paused. "Oh God..." Deacon groaned, wondering just what he was about to consent to.