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 Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 12:58 pm
Two days had past since the young female Djardi by the name of Nairne had encountered a guest in her home. His name had been Fidel, and he was a singer of the Aishe tribe. The female had shared her first kiss with him, and enjoyed it no matter how much she wanted to deny it. To this day she blamed it on that darn potion blowing up in her face, but her heart knew better.
Today was the day when she and the old lady down the lane would leave on a caravan for a few months to gather new ingredients for their potions and Nairne's fictitious remedies. Before her meeting with the flirty and fun Aishe, her remedies had begun to lack what they once had. However the jumpstart to her heart that he gave her made the Djardi work harder. She refused to believe that she was no fun, and that helping others was better than her own well-being. The only problem was that to be truly happy, you need to have a nice balance of both.
Nairne's potions were all boxed up and ready to go when the old lady arrived. You could think of her as the Master, and the young female her apprentice. She waved when the gray haired woman got closer, a smile forming over the old fart's lips. Nairne had lifted the last box up into the storage part when she felt an old wrinkled hand on her shoulder. "It is wise to be careful when lifting such fragile lil' things. You don't want it blowin' up in yer face again, do ye?" Again the old lady smiled, and held out her hand. Shy little Nairne took it, and they climbed into the caravan together.
Inside it was filled with lavish items, such as jeweled wine glasses and pillows made of the finest material. The walls of the caravan were made with some sort of waterproof fabric that seemed to change colors when the light inside bounced off of it. The Djardi apprentice's lips made an 'o' shape, and she now understood what Fidel meant when he spoke of his own caravan. Her mind began to wonder where he was now, when the old lady shoved her down on the couch. The couch and its pillows seemed to be made of cloud, and it was indeed heavenly. "Now you should thank me for taking you with me. I sure didn't have to." A smirk was all the old lady had to do to get the younger female to feel right at home, and she smiled back.
Just then there was a lot of noise outside, which consisted of music, singing, and hooves hitting the ground. At that moment the old lady bounced up, and began dancing herself. "You are going to throw your hip out if you keep dancing like that." Nairne remarked, laughing as the old lady began to not only swing her hips, but was doing some sort of disco move as well. "Sounds like we will be having some Aishe with us. I am quite certain we will be joined by other tribes as well. Maybe we'll all get drunk and dance till' mornin' comes." The only response Nairne could come up with was a little laugh, but she did not even put together that Fidel might have been one of the Aishe about to join her and the old lady.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 10:41 am
Always one for an excuse, the Aishe caravans had decided to throw a celebration before packing up and leaving the next day, which meant no one was willing to wake up early and get ready. It took them some time to pack up their wagons and gather the livestock before heading out, but no one was on any sort of schedule to hurry and get on the road.
Taking a leisurely pace, the wagons made their way and could be heard before they were seen. The group of dancers were stretching inside one wagon, their voices pouring out their open windows. Musicians were practicing, starting up one song that was picked up by another and soon various wagons had started a chorus.
It was a warm day and a group of Aishe teens sat on the front porch of a storage wagon. Chinta, a young blonde who’s family specialized in costumes, was in charge of the storage wagon that belonged to his parents and claiming it as their own, Fidel, Titen, and Chita’s sister Molgue collected blankets and pillows to sit on the pouch and soak up the sun and view
Chinta’s sister, Molgue, was braiding Titen’s hair, bobbing her head to the music that filled their traveling party.
“I knew a boy who moved like noodle
Bending this way and that.” She sang, picking up on the song game they had started a while back. Whoever could not make a rhyme in time lost. Thus far Chinta had 2 points against him, Titen 6, Molgue had 4, and Fidel had 2. He wasn’t willing to loose to Chinta though. He was far from being the looser, who would have to do a dare devised by the winners, but he still wanted to out shine Chinta who was having some unusual luck as of late. It seemed studying had paid off for him today.
“I once knew a cook who baked blackbird pies
That made his entire family fat.” Titen spoke up, looking down at her olive-green mandolin as she plucked chords simple chord. She was younger than all of then and did not have the courage yet to play with everyone else.
Fidel was behind Molgue, picking out beads from a beguiled box and lacking them in the girl’s hair. The brunette had lost several during her dancing and they had to be replaced. The simple talk coupled with the colors of the beads was something Fidel was up for doing, and he enjoyed picking out then and replacing the beads in her hair.
Chinta spoke up. “I once knew a witch with three eyes.
Who always tripped over her cat.” The boy smiled, holding the reigns to the ox as he looked over at Fidel. It had started to get to the point that Chinta was clearly trying to make Fidel loose, and Fidel was at the point that he was close to pushing Chinta off the wagon so he could watch him get trampled.
“I once knew a boy with large mouse ear
Who rode on a porcelain rat.” Fidel grinned back at Chinta, who looked away and shook the reigns once more.
“Ehh! Look! It’s another caravan.” Titen spoke, having looked up from her music. Everyone broke the game and looked up, spotting a group of wagons up ahead. They were not the first to spot them, as other Aishe had poured out from their wagons and peeked out of their windows to see. As much as they could entertain themselves, there was only so much you could do with the people you grew up with. New people were always fun to meet, and everyone was ready to greet them. Already a few older girls in a nearby wagon were wishing for handsome boys to dance with.
“I wonder who they are?” Molgue said, finishing the last braid and standing up to see as best she could on the tips of her hooves. Titen sat, but looked up as well, eager for new faces.
“I hope it’s not a party of spice merchants again. The last group smelled like molasses.” Fidel complained, wrinkling his nose as he was reminded of the smell.
“Let’s go see.” Chinta said, and with a overenthusiastic whip of the reigns, urged the oxen to pick up. The sudden jerk sent them all rearing back and falling down, hitting the front door of the wagon and groaning.
“Are you trying to kill us? If father sees you break this wagon, it will be both our heads!” Molgue shouted, rubbing the back of her head and watching a few beads fall out. Chinta only gave a ‘yeah-yeah’ to this as he dismissed his sister and started to maneuver the wagon around the edge of the road and alongside the other wagons.
A few other Aishe wagons had caught up and a group of belly dancers had come out and started to wave at the wagons, calling out to them. A man came out to wave at them, but his wife came out and dragged him back inside by the ear.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 12:25 pm
As quickly as the caravan had left, it was now stopping. The music had gotten louder the closer they became, and now it was right on them. There was much yelling outside, and to Nairne's surprise, the old lady began cheering. "We have company!" she yelled, jumping outside and into where the music and yelling were coming from.
Peaking her head out, the Djardi spotted many Ursari in just as many colors. There were adults and children, singing and dancing. All were attractive except the old lady, who was doing a little jig with the kids. Nairne could not help but giggle, wondering if the Master had taken some sort of energy potion beforehand.
One Aishe had blonde hair similar to Fidel's and who seemed to be holding many fabrics. "A seamstress," she whispered, oogling over her. Had Nairne not been a maker of fictitious potions, being a seamstress would have been right up her ally. There were also several children helping her, and all of which were wearing some of the most beautiful clothing she had ever seen.
Then a dancer caught her eye. She had many beads in her hair, and when she danced about, they clacked together. Their beat seemed to work well with the music, as did the way she moved. Nairne was hypnotized by her for several more moments, until a few of the beads came off. Though she had no idea that it had happened once before, when her eyes landed upon who was putting them back on, they grew to the size of grapefruits. Quickly she flung her head back into the caravan, and groaned into a pillow. "My life is so over," she whined to no one but herself.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 4:08 pm
”Woooaahhh.” Chinta yelled, pulling back on the reigns. Molgue, who was beginning to get impatient, went over and helped her brother, and with a hard jolt, the caravan stopped. Titen was already grabbing their things and throwing it with a careless air back into the wagon before shutting the door.
“I wonder what family they are.” Titen said, already slipping down to the ground. Molgue had already hopped off the wagon and was helping her friend down. “I hope they are Luminesta. The last ones had such pretty magic. Remember the fire butterflies!” Titen strummed her mandolin in excitement.
“I just hope there are some kids our age. The last group was only old people.” Chinta stuck out his tongue as he hopped down and started to check the ox for a moment.
“..And the group before that was just little kids and families.” Fidel said, taking Molgue’s offered hand and slipping off the wagon. Turning, he went over and picked up his cane from the wagon and set it down, flicking some hair to arrange himself. “We never get a caravan full of young people.”
“A colony of children?” The dancer giggled at the thought, taking Titen’s free hand to lead her along.
“It’s better than old people.” In Fidel’s opinion, old people were usually too tired and had stories that were too long to bother with. Aside from the few drunk geezers, none of them were any fun.
“Speaking of old people not being interesting, I think we have someone who begs to differ.” Chinta laughed as he pointed out ahead of them, and the group looked up to see. A old woman was “dancing” with a group of Aishe children. She was laughing and moving with the music that made the group laugh at her antics.
“You have to admit, she has moves.” Molgue said, fighting to talk through the hand covering her mouth.
Ahead of them, 4 girls and 2 boys ran up to Molgue, all sporting red hair with lots of golden coins intertwined about their hair, aside from the boys who wore instead had golden arm bangles. “Oh my stars. Did you see that old woman? She’s such a hoot. ” The dancer laughed. Her name was Rue, and was one of Molgue’s MANY friends. Molgue nodded, smiling at her friend. “Bogul is talking to the head of the other caravan. I found out from Div that they are a mixed party. Luminesta here and Djardi here. Maybe some of them will put on a show! My mom and all the other girls are setting up the tents to greet them. You want to come with me and see if there are any cute boys?”
Molgue agreed and took Titen, leaving Fidel and Chinta looking at one another.
“Girls.” He said with a shrug, before moving up ahead. ““Let’s see if there are any Verundi. I want to see some wicked magic. ” The boy said, wanting some danger. Chinta went to the dancing woman, trying to avoid her swinging hips. “Hey lady! Who is all with you? ” He shouted, wanting to find out if his quest was a lost cause, and if the old bat could provide him with some better distraction.
Fidel followed, wishing he went with Molgue instead. Chinta has too much energy and usually wound up getting dirty or bruised.
“You got any young people with you?” Fidel added, looking at the older woman with a eye that said, ‘ a lot younger than you’.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 12:50 pm
From inside the caravan, Nairne could hear Fidel talking to the old lady. The Djardi pulled a pillow over her head, groaning slightly as she heard a 'yes' to his question. So now all the Aishe knew that she was there, and blushed at the thought of Fidel finding her. She had been 'too slow', or so he thought, and the idea of him picking on her in front of everyone just about made her cry.
It could not have been more than two seconds later when she felt a hand wrap around her wrist, and pull her out into the world. Nairne glared at the old lady as she began to make introductions of herself and the assistant, giggling the whole time. "Are you high?" she whispered to the crazy old woman, to which her response was that of a little shove. Nairne's face must have turned bright red, as all the others were grinning at her. "Hi there," was all she could say, and when her eyes met Fidel's own pair, she darted back into the caravan. "She must have a crush on you!" the old lady exclaimed, clasping her hands together.
Inside, the young female found herself sitting on the couch, lost in her own little world. Were they making a fool of her yet? Was Fidel sharing their story with everyone? Was the seamstress snickering at Nairne's poorly made clothes? "They aren't that bad," she shot back at herself, trying to convince herself she was more than just some poor girl. It was at that point when she heard the entrance to the caravan open, and could not help but wish she was back in the tree making remedies. "If you're going to pick on me," she began, fixing her corset, "please keep it to yourself. I...my feelings are easily hurt."
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 3:07 pm
Chinta watched as the girl first was dragged out, slowly stepping closer to Fidel as they both appraised the girl. Chinta was ecstatic that she was their age and watched with interest as she said a meek hello before looking at them. The moment she looked in their direction, she rushed back in the caravan.
“Talk about shy.” He said, put off by the fact that she had such a startling reaction to Fidel. As much as Chinta hated it, Fidel seemed to always get the ladies he wanted. Why did someone who looked like a girl had any upper hand to his more chiseled, boyish looks, he had no idea. Glaring, he looked at Fidel, who was looking away for some reason. “Why to go princess. Your ugly mug scared her.”
“As if! If anything, THAT mess sent her running. Listen to the old woman. I hypnotize people with my looks.” He huffed, crossing his arms about his chest and holding his head up high. It wasn’t long till he looked to the side again. He saw who is was, and he was surprised to see Nairne here. A swelling panic grew in his chest to have someone who not only rejected his kisses, but also did not fall helpless to his music. To anyone else who did not know of Fidel’s skill for music, it would not have been seen as any large matter. However, if his friends found out he not only failed to make a girl helpless with his looks, but also failed when he used his own music, then he would really be made fun of. It would be a mark against his status as a great singer.
Turning his head, he caught sight of Chinta scaling up the steps to Nairne’s caravan. “What are you doing? Just leave her alone. Why bother? Forget her and let’s go find your sister. ” He huffed, glaring at Chinta and looking out through the parked caravans. Fidel regretted not following after the girls.
“ Stop being such a whiner, Fidel. Geez! I want to see who this girl is. Just cause you scared her off doesn’t mean I’m going to. If you’re feeling so prissy today, go on your own. ” He huffed, not one to care for Fidel’s antics. Chinta and his sister were one of the few families that had the same ranking as Fidel’s family, and because of this, Fidel was on level ground. He was neither below nor above Chinta, and while that meant they could be friends, it also aggravated Fidel because he could talk as boldly as Fidel talked to most people below him.
Fuming, Fidel stood in place, not knowing what to do. He didn’t now if he wanted to be around to prevent Nairne from talking or be away so he would not have to deal with anything.
Chinta ignored Fidel and entered the wagon, pushing the door open and looking about. The wagon was amazing, and Chinta was amazed how it looked close to a Aishe caravan with it’s luxuries. It was in the darkness of the wagon that he heard the girl’s voice and he turned, spotting her on the couch. “Why would I do that? I ain’t here to be makin fun of you. I just wanted to me you. You ran away like you’re hooves were on fire.” He gave off a bit of a nervous laugh before stepping more into the wagon. Part of him was hesitant. The old lady introduced her as Nairne, and as a healer’s assistant, but he often wondered if that meant she could also put some jinx or something on people like him to make them sick.
“Didn’t mean to send you running. My friend Fidel might be ugly, but it’s no reason to rush off. The name’s Chinta. I’m a Aishe singer. ” He said, giving a wave.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 12:23 pm
Upon hearing a voice that did not belong to Fidel, her hands dropped to her lap, and her eyes moved slowly towards him. He looked to be about the same age as herself, though it was hard to be sure. Unlike Fidel, Nairne found Chinta -as he called himself- funny. He was also a singer, though, and the little djardi could not help but wonder if they had similar skills.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else. My name is Nairne." Slowly she stuck out a hand. Maybe he would be kind to her like Fidel, but mean it. "I am a Djardi, as you can probably tell." She sighed, waiting to hear him pick on her. The Aishe all had such lovely things, so surely they would all treat her the same, right?
You're being silly her mind rebelled, not everyone is the same. Upon further inspection she found herself thinking that he was also very good looking, and wondered how many women he had been with. That was, if he really was like Fidel.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 12:52 pm
The Aishe brunette perked up and reached out, taking her hand with both of his and shaking it, but did not release. “Pleasure to meet you.” The boy tugged a bit on her arm, trying to pull her to her hooves. “There isn’t anything to be afraid about. We’re all pretty friendly here. No need to stuff yourself up in here. Don’t worry about nothing. If anyone causes any problems, I’ll help you out.”
Outside, Fidel’s brow was twitching as he fumed. Not only had Chinta insulted him, but be was left on the sidelines doing nothing but hanging outside with some old bugger of a woman and a group of screaming children. “CCChhhiiinntttaaa. Come on and let’s go. This is BORING!!” He shouted, calling out to the boy to just drop everything and escort him somewhere. Fidel didn’t care that Chinta didn’t met Nairne yet. Fidel had and he didn’t need to be bored twice. There was bound to be a lot more people about to meet and the idea of messing out on something potentially amazing nagged at him.
“ Fiddlestick!” Chimed a voice through the thong of people emptying out of their wagons. Molgue was rushing back, dragging Titen by the hand. Reaching them, she puffed to catch her breath before continuing. “What are you guys doing? They are already setting up and everyone is gathering farther off. They already set up the tents, and a old Luminesta said he’d do some tricks for us later on tonight. Come on!”
“I’m trying, but Chinta is holding me up. He won’t listen to a thing I say. You need to teach your brother a thing or two. He’s becoming a nuisance, and I’m this close to never speaking to him again.” Fidel threatened, crossing his hands as he flicked his tail. Molgue only rolled her eyes, knowing it was all hot air.
“Where did he run off to then?”
Chinta could hear the commotion outside and called out. I’m in here! Hold on a minute! I’ve got someone you guys need to meet. He still tugged on Nairne’s hand as he turned to look at her. “That’s my sister. I’m sure you’ll like her. Come. They’re going to start all the celebrations without us. It’s going to be really fun. Better than staying in here. We can show you around.” The boy was getting excited as he spoke, and wasn’t taking a ‘no’ for an answer as he leaned his weight back to try and get the girl off the couch. If Nairne was shy or apprehensive, he wasn’t registering her protests.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 8:54 pm
It was obvious now that she had no choice but to go join the others, despite not wanting to see Fidel. She had made him mad when they first met, and was not about to do it again. "You don't understand," she whined, trying to hold onto the couch. "I know someone out there and they don't like me."
There. The truth was out now, and she knew that there was little time left until trouble started. Nairne would probably get picked on, and yelled at by Fidel. He's not a monster, her mind sent out. He will probably be rude and such, or maybe even ignore you. That's just him, though, right?
Her forest green eyes were still on Chinta, and she wondered what could possibly be going through his mind. She wondered if the old lady outside would come in soon, telling her not to go because they had other things to do. It turned out to be the opposite, however.
"Girl, are you coming to join us or not?" The old lady snapped as she flung the fabric door wide open. "Everyone is going just a way to meet some more ursari, and you decide to sit on yer rear?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:48 pm
Chinta was amused by the old woman, but almost bumped into her as she stormed in. “We’re coming. We’re coming. She won’t stay inside if I have a say in it.” And as far as Chinta was concerned, he did have a say, which outweighed everyone elses’, including Nairne’s. Pulling, he dragged her with force out of the wagon, smiling gleefully as he did so.
“There’s no reason to be shy or anything. Just stay with us. We’ll show you everything around here. When the sun goes down, this place will be all lights and sounds. You don’t want to miss it for the world. I’ll tell you that.” The brunette stated it as fact, not opinion, and leaned almost with his full weight back so that his rear nearly inclined to the ground as he yanked on the poor girl’s arm. Chinta was prone to rough housing and never got the idea that other people might be less durable than he was.
“Oh thanks the stars. It’s a girl! ” Tinten yelled, having crawled her small form on the side of the wagon and was about to bring herself up when she spotted Chinta’s wiggling rear inching towards the door, pulling as he and advancing backwards.
“Molgue, come here. Her hair is pretty. ” She explained, turning to the girl who was moving up the steps, having followed the old woman. Taking the last step, she turned to see Fidel reclined on the side of the wagon, combing his hair with his fingers and looking disinterested. Usually when a girl was mentioned, he would be making his advances, and so it was curious to her that he was acting so unusual. “Don’t you want to see?” She said, kneeling down so she could peek her head next to Fidel’s shoulder.
“No. It’s just a Djardi girl. What are you guys expecting? A princess? You see one Djardi, you’ve seen them all.” Fidel spoke with a light gesture of someone who had traversed the world and knew a thing or two about every type of person. Molgue knew better. Despite their caravans coming and going, they all grew up together and they hadn’t seen anything more or less than the other had. Rolling her eyes, she tugged on one of Fidel’s horns to mess with him and rose up. “Suit yourself.” With that, she skipped over to stand next to Tinten and look inside.
Chinta at this point stopped yanking, having heard Nairne and stood still, looking about. “Who doesn’t like you? Are you sure they’re here? Why don’t they like you?” Chinta said, looking behind him to see his sister and Tinten.
“ Are you afraid this person is going to hurt you? I’m sure if you stick with us, you’ll be fine. We stick up for each other, so don’t be afraid. We’re all pretty nice here. ” Tinten said, smiling before looking back. “Isn’t that right?”
“Right!”
“Yup!”
Fidel rolled his eyes, continuing to fix his hair. “Yeah, whatever. ” He wished they were already with the other caravan. He had some other friends and idolizers he could met that would surely spend his time better. As of right now, he didn't know how 'all of this' would go, and he didn't like all the messy details. Complicated things gave him a migraine.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:16 pm
Hearing Fidel would have made her cry. She had wanted to be special to him, not just some other girl. That would not have made her cry, though. It was his almost carelessness at her at all that would have gotten her. Afterall, her mother already hated her. Who else was going to?
"Well, um,"she began as she twittled her fingers, "it's Fidel. I tripped over him in the forest once, and he got very mad." It was all Nairne would say about him. Anything more would not only get her more questions to answer, but also would bother Fidel. Trouble was something she did not want.
Looking around, many different sets of eyes were now upon her. The djardi tried to show them a pretty smile, but it failed. "Don't worry about that boy," the old lady told her softly. "It looks like you already have made some new friends. Now, go and have fun." Nodding, Nairne stood and headed for the door. Turning to them, she was able to manage that smile she could not just minutes before. "Did I hear something about an old Luminesta with tricks?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 7:48 pm
Molgue outright laughed at the image of someone falling over Fidel, and she slipped from the door, going over to look down from the wagon to where Fidel was leaning. Already she could tell he was glancing to the side, which meant he heard everything. “She tripped over you? What the heck were you doing, and in the forest of all places? I thought you hated dirt?”
Eye twitching, he faked a smile and looked up at her. “I was picking flowers to make you a garland and singing to bluebirds.” He joked, giving her a sarcastic smile as he crossed his arms about his chest.
“…while on your hands and knees?”
“I was thinking of you and accidentally swooned at the image of your beauty in my mind.” He teased again, making her scoff, knowing he was all words and flattery. Most of what Fidel said was hot air, and nothing of it actually mattered. In the time they grew up together, she learned to pick out what was lies and what was just pretty talk. After a while, she found only grains of actual truth to his speak in the mountains of conversation he had with people.
“I bet you passed out at the sight of a butterfly.” She teased back, and for all his flattery, pressed her hand firmly on his skull and ruffled his hair. This caused a girly ‘eep’ from Fidel, who staggered away from her and frantically fixed his hair. “Don’t’ touch it!” He shouted, causing her to giggle and return back to the door to peer back to Nairne.
“Fidel won’t hurt you. I don’t think he could take on a girl. He gets fussy when he doesn’t take a nap. Isn’t that right, princess?” She called out behind her, only to get a ‘if you caused a knot in my hair, so help me …’ in return.
Rolling her eyes, she slipped into the wagon and went to take on the other side of Nairne that Chinta did not take up, throwing a hand over her shoulder and ushering her out the door. “As for the Luminesta, he’s some old dodger that said he’d do some tricks for us. We’re setting up the tents right now. You’ll love it. We dance and sing and throw the biggest parties I’m sure you’ve ever seen. We Aishe know how to throw a shindig!” Puffing with pride.
“I’m sure they’re set up now. I can show you my singing! ” Chinta said, eager to perform for Nairne, giving her a sideways glance that showed an interested glint.
“I can play my mandolin if you want to hear it.” Tinten said meekly, waving her hand from the door as if to show she was still there.
“Do you do anything, Nairne? ” Molgue asked, stepping out of the wagon into the fresh air. Fidel was combing his hair, standing off by the steps and glancing up. His eyes coasted over Nairne, and he looked to the side off in the distance, seeming to say he wasn’t much interested in anything at the moment. “Are we FINALLY going? ” He huffed, causing a ‘yeah-yeah’ from Molgue as she started to go down the steps.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:26 pm
Nairne could not help but giggle at all the commotion. It seemed that they all wanted to perform for her, and that was something she would not mind seeing. The Djardi had always loved finding out what others could do, whether she would admit it or not. Certainly they all had to be very good at whatever they did.
Nairne was so excited about the events that, in fact, she was the first out the door. Her skirt was so long, that she had to gently lift the bottom with her hands to skip. "How many bet that the old lady won't get there first?" she teased, looking over her shoulder. The old lady huffed, crossing her arms. "That's mighty big talk for such a lil' girl," she teased back, also giving her a wink. "No one has had more energy than ol' Tilly when she is taking her power potion." With that, the old lady darted down the path, blowing wind in Nairne's face. It temporarily surprised her, but within moments she was skipping next to ol' Tilly.
Ahead of them they could see a clearing, and hoped that the caravan would still be there. Both Djardi women slowed about the same time, and looked behind them. "I hope we went the right way," Nairne whispered, looking around like a deer in the headlights. "If not, we can always retrace our steps."
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 6:35 pm
The group watched with wide shock as the older woman showed a vitality that none of them even through she held, zooming faster than they themselves could. Quick on the older Ursari’s heels was Nairne, who seemed to have instantly broken from her shell and flown off like a newborn falcon.
Dazed, Chinta was the first to break into laughter, holding his head. “Look at them go! Welp, can’t let them get there first and have all the fun! ” Laughing, he started to sprint, and shortly after, the three others followed behind, Fidel trailing last.
Moving past avenues from the still wagons, they could hear the band already starting a tune in the field ahead. Lights were streams on poles and a few nearby trees, and there was the sound of pounding feet and drums like a thundering heartbeat that bounced through the open night sky. Making it to the field, the party stopped.
“I don’t see the girl and the old lady anywheres.” Tinten said, looking around with a finger to her lip and a crease to her tiny brow.
Seems they took a wrong turn. …Hmm. Tinten, come with me. I need to go change into a dressing gown and you should get your mandolin. Chinta, go get us a mat for all of us to sit on, and put it near a fire. Hurry before all the good places are taken. Fidel, go find you’re the old lady and Nairne. ” She directed, pointing to the surprised singer.
“Wh-Why me? Let someone else do it. I’m not your lackey!” He huffed, still catching his breath from the run.
“Because we all have things to do and you don’t need anything special to sing. That and you scared the girl, so this is a great way to make things good with her. We don’t need any sort of bad things going on between you and other people tonight. We get enough of that any other day. Tonight’s a celebration, and I want to have fun. No arguing. No fussing. ” Molgue stomped her hoof down on this and before Fidel could say a thing, she grabbed Tinten’s wrist and marched off to change. Chinta snickered before a glare from Fidel sent him rushing off to find them all a place to sit at during the party.
Growling, Fidel huffed and stuck his cane into the ground. “Why do I have to do EVERYTHING? Working me to the bone as if I’m some mule. What type of friends are these. I don’t’ deserve this. I’m too handsome to be some dog to play fetch.” Fidel muttered to himself before he started to navigate on the outskirts of the field to try and find them.
It wasn’t hard to pick families from outside the Aishe. Their clothes were less vibrant, more natural and plenty more modest. Not to mention that most older Aishe females liked to put makeup on to try and fake some semblance of youth.
After a short time, Fidel spotted the familiar shape …how did she become a familiar shape?…….in the distance and walking away from the halo of light to a darker corner, spotted the two characters. “You guys shouldn’t run all over the place. It’s rude.” He huffed, slowly walking to them. “We’re getting a place to sit. Everyone else is getting ready. You should follow me or else you’ll get stuck with the seats farthest from the fires. ” he said, yawning. Mandatory talking always made him tired.
His eyes glanced at Nairne a moment, before he turned. “Come on. Everyone still wants to perform for you. ….unless you just want to stay out here and be boring.” He added with a grin.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 11:11 am
When Fidel arrived, it was as if he could not help but run his mouth. Nairne and the old lady looked at each other during times when he talked, and when he turned his back to them, they glared in his direction. "Brat," the old lady mumbled, and would have continued on except Nairne nudged her in a stop it fashion. The young Djardi was going let everything drop, until he made his boring comment. It was hard to make Nairne mad, but this guy had a gift for it. The old lady looked over and spotted this, and could not help but smirk.
"Why did they send you?" the old lady asked sweetly, trying to find a soft spot in the Aishe. "Where are the others, I mean? Oh, and thank you very much for finding us!" With that, the old woman rushed by and hugged Fidel. It was quite a sight to see, and Nairne could not help but laugh. The image of this old lady holding on happily to this so thought prince was quite comic, atleast it was to Nairne.
In the fictitious remedy maker's head, she thought about the day she first met this Aishe boy. He was uppity then, until he thought he could get what he wanted from her. When she turned him down, Fidel showed his true colors. It seemed that the others had long figured out his ways, and it was why they treated him differently. They all obviously loved each other like a big family, and yes, a few included Fidel in this, but it seemed to Nairne that a few just kept him around because they had to. The Djardi knew she could be wrong, but if she was an Aishe, she would probably treat the prince wannabe that way.
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