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Aylin || Post 1 [Open to RP]

Aylin looked about with eyes wide in wonder, she wasn’t sure she would ever become accustomed to seeing such a hugely diverse throng of people all in one place, all at one time. When she had gone to the Oban Tournament she had been focused on preparing for her own prentice battles and spectating those of her mentor Biroki. Even then she had been impressed by the flurry of colors, scents, and wares, but had been too nervous and focused to fully immerse herself in the festivities. The tournament seemed so long ago now … she knew she’d grown stronger since its passing in both spirit and magic (really though, weren’t they one in the same) and tightened her grip on her staff as she wandered amongst walkways crowded with vendors and customers alike.


Now though, she was here simply to travel more of Tendaji and learn just how diverse its cultures are- maybe she’d even pick up a memento or too! It was her first great journey since making peace with putting her parents to rest and she was practically humming with excitement... hmmm, she was actually humming audibly after all.

Post 2

Amari had been deep in thought, contemplating the feel of the fabric under his fingers, the weight of it, trying to envision how it was sway in the breeze. Would the rich looking purple die fade quickly? Sometimes if not dye'd properly fabrics would fade after one wash.

Frowning he decided not to risk it and laid the bolt of fabric back down onto the stack. About to reach for another he was startled out of his deep though by a rather cheerful voice. Blinking he pushed back a bit of his hair that had drapped into his vision and tucked it behind an ear before he turned to face the woman.

She had messy hair, the way she dressed wasn't something that stood out but she apparently had an eye for style since she had complemented Amari and she hadn't even seen anything more than what he was wearing now.

A polite laugh before he replied, "You flatter me, I do have many ideas for future outfits with the array before me. I am just having a hard time finding something suitable for a wedding I will be forced to attend." He managed with a smile, gesturing to the fabrics it was hard to pick something that wasn't too gorgeous...couldn't rival the bride after all.

Karothdra - Post 2

The Oban paused and turned to look back at Tyiva when she felt someone grab her arm. “Poisonous?” Karothdra held her tongue so she didn’t start laughing but gave the Alkidike a smile. “No, not a poisonous plant. Maybe we should have you try a few things.” Karothdra was personally looking forward to some tastes from home, oh yes she was going to enjoy something spicy that was for sure. Her eyes scanned the crowd, this wasn’t the food section but they were close, if the wind was picking up and dragging the smells here. They were not far at all.

“How about we start with food from where I’m from? I’d love to also try Alkidike food as well.” Though that was a little scary, she wondered if they ate differently than them. “Then we can probably check out other foods.” Considering Karo was always hungry, especially now since she hadn’t eaten properly in a few weeks. “We can also check weapons if you’re interested.” She was also looking forward to that, well not sword or shields, but she could use some new gauntlets or something of the kind. It never hurt to browse the wares of the merchants.

Rhag'na - Post 2

Rhag’na made it to the weapons stall and eyed a few swords, he wasn’t really looking to buy but if he was tempted by a sword he might just get it. It was funny to think very young he had thought about becoming blacksmith, now not so much. His father’s training had pretty much squeezed the idea out of him; the path of a warrior was all that was left for him at this point.

Grabbing a sword Rhag’na made a few movements with it in the air making sure not to hit anyone. It was sturdy enough but he didn’t think he liked it enough to buy it.

Kanika - Post 2

They were quite smaller; it was hard to feel intimated by them. It was more that their statures and foreign appearance were just…Weird. Did it hurt to have crystals growing from their skin? She wondered as her gaze swept across from one Earthling to the other. None of them seemed to be in pain but perhaps they grew used to it over the years? Weird, just too weird for Kanika who made a face. The Shifters, Yaeli, and Matori seemed to be the only ones without crystals. Why was that, she wondered again. They were all so diverse and yet, similar at times.

Well, to be honest Kanika didn’t think their food would be poisoned. She’d seen a few people passing by them all eating away at things she’d never seen before. They could be poisoned, but she didn’t think they served poisoned food to their people. Unless this wasn’t a joyous event, this was a culling of the weak and the old. Now that was a scary thought, but again a quick glance around told her people from all ages were here which was a relief for her. She didn’t even want to think of what would have happened if this place had been a culling.

Kanika’s antenna’s twitched and bounced in steady motions, left, right, left, right. She was curious about Alkidike food too, but really any kind of food that was not from Yael was interesting to her. But Kanika was also curious about their weapons. Of yes, she wanted to see and observe and find weaknesses. She wanted to be able to report what she had seen and prepare herself if the Earthlings ever decided to mass about and attack them. They would be ready if anything happened and they would be victories because of the knowledge.

And then the mystic was off running into the crowd and Kanika moved to follow her quickly.

“Nivalis!” She tried to yell in a low voice, but really when was yelling ever done in a low voice? “You could get lost,” she said to her once she’d caught up. “We need to stick together and not rush into things. There’s plenty of time to see everything we want to.” And if something happened to her, someone grabbed her and ran while she was under their watch… Kanika would never forgive herself.

Post 2

The minstrel wasn't sure what was up, it seemed that Gyuri was acting peculiar but he couldn't put his finger on just exactly why that was. Still it was very considerate of the bodyguard to offer to head in the direction of the music players. He had been glancing in that direction every since they had arrived so it was nice that the big guy had picked up on it.

Smiling he nodded his head, eager to go see the new instruments, old and perhaps new music. He began to walk forward his raoti bounding ahead happily.

"I was thinking I might replace my lute. " Borra managed to muster up, though he was having second and third thoughts on the issue he felt an overwhelming guilt when he continued using his fathers old instrument.

"Maybe I'll be more inspired with a new instrument. I feel like I hit a rut." He continued as they walked through the crowds of people.

Post 2

"Its still weird though dad, they just...appeared one day...same with Ma Ta..that mark on his cheek. I can't help but feel your keeping something from me." Korra complained, though she had asked them countless questions about the particulars of those marks neither of them were willing to give her an answer..always dodging the question or switching the subject...

When he mentioned to find books for Ma Ta she gave a small giggle. " We can look at books, I am not sure what to look at myself. Its kinda weird being back in my homeland." Korra admitted, she wondered idly if the orphanage was still around. Starteled as a voice called out to her she looked to see the familar face of the shifter girl named Mirin emerging from the crowd.

"Mirin!" She cried out in excitement as she went to give the girl a hug, "Dad! This is a good friend of mine! This is Mirin!" Korra was so excited to finally show her dad a friend she had made.

Amarone Post 2

Amarone continued to smile brightly, her aqua eyes shining as she looked at Amari with an openness that most strangers didn't hold. She was cheery, warm, and overbearingly welcome and open to speak, but it seemed she really didn't mind or care. After months of living in Oba and seeing all of the Matori, Amarone had a bit of an interest in the speckled skin and bright eyes of the people. Which meant she often approached for conversation without a second thought.

Blame it on her personality, or her small-town upbringing.

And then, she laughed lightly at Amari's response, waving it off before shaking her head a bit.

"Just being honest." She chirped back, before brushing her hair behind her ear and stepping a half pace closer to look at the fabrics before her, "I'll admit, I've never been to a wedding...Where's about will you be? I'm sure picking fabics foreign to that area will be a good first step right?"