[hider=Radiant~~<3!!] [img]http://i1305.photobucket.com/albums/s550/BOINGSY/bba2033a-9b65-4b04-90c0-ddfb405d5a93_zpshdzhiyl6.jpg[/img] [/hider] The pupils of Radiant's green eyes dilated, making it seem to her as if everything was lit with halos and glowing with surreality. Heartbeats raced on, faster and even faster with each step she took towards her target. But still, a frown pulled down her dainty features into that of a worried gargoyle, for that is what she felt like right now. [i] 'What the actual mess am I doing? I'm going to march right up to that big barrel of a man with his bulging muscles and immense belly, stare up at him as he towers over me and in his shadow I will... what...? What will you do, Rai? Smack him for knocking you down?'[/i] Wild amber eyes blazed in her mind's eye, staring into her heart hunting her courage and righteousness. No, enough. Enough of it all. All must know what she was; she was not a Rodent. No, she was not going to smack him then run. Only a Rodent would do something so silly. No, she was an Elementalista; she was Sister Radiant right now and she was going to set fire to his arrogant ways. Burn him down. Down to ash beneath her boot heels. Like he deserved. Like they all did... all of them... Her stomping pace lightened up and she began her intro routine; light of foot and warming up for the audience. Warming up her palms for ribbons of fire-- nay, not fire, but [i]her Fire...[/i] She twirled once, easily and breezily, both arms held out, fingertips stretched outward like the wings of a waking phoenix. Another spin, then another and yet another till finally she was two horse lengths from him. By this time fire traced her hands and ribbons of orange flame trailed behind her, astonishingly not once catching her patchwork cloak. A momentary pause upon a single pointed tippy-toe. The other foot pointed skyward as she arched back, head dipping downwards near the soil. Radiant felt oh so strong now as the mana coursed through her entire being. She could have held this pose for eternity and then some. But oh how she wished she was spinning her poi right now rather than just these ribbons of flame. She felt absolutely sick to her stomach that she was going to use these creations of hers as weapons; dancing became war moves, ribbons became whips, and she was going to hurt someone with her fire-- nay, not fire, but [i]her Fire. [/i] “You owe me an apology, you do” she said in a lowered voice, teeming with shame and something else, “you all do...” Green eyes sparkled a demonic hue before they were draped behind long lashed lids. “I'm sorry...” she whispered with the breath of a dragon just before she opened her eyes and unleashed her fiery whips to wrap around the neck of the arrogant male, throttling him, burning him... setting an example of what happens when-- --men were screaming and blood was flowing. But not by her hands nor will. No, her pent up vengeance was not to be unleashed today. Thankfully oh, so thankfully... Radiant's wind up pose crumbled and she collapsed to the ground, relief and bewilderment roiling in her tummy and mind as the flames extinguished from her hands. She clasped them together tightly as she knelt making sure the flames were smothered for good. So strange a sight she was, looking as if she were a pious street girl, trembling and begging mercy as she knelt down before the fleeing men. But in actuality, she was thanking all heavens and hells that she did not have to hurt anyone especially with her gifts. Because Radiant was a good girl, she was. For all good girls were meant to be queens, they were. Good girls took care of their fire-- nay, not fire, but [i] her Fire.[/i] A shuddering breath of relief escaped her and she trembled no more. It was over. There were many mishaps, accidental and worse, she had seen in her time as a Carnival slave, and it was as it always was ingrained with every carny worker regardless of mishap, accidental or worse: The show must go on. She took a deep steeling breath before standing and taking a look at who was left with her. As she brushed herself off and regained her composure, she noticed a cloaked figure still standing about, perhaps with the same bemused expression, or not, that dangled from her face. “Funny that, now, eh?” she shook her head, smiled sheepishly and shrugged at Thom, “scared 'em off did I. Little ol' me. For Queen and Country, I say... Hahahahah...!” Normally she would just nod cordially and then walk away. But something... something the hue of a huntress' eyes still heated within her. “Name's Sister Radiant, mister, but you can just call me Rai,” she said with amber coloured confidence as she held out a hand to the master thief, “and you can buy me a drink to for 'saving yer hide...' Hahahah...! So the queen's... in... there. Right. Now... aye...” Radiant lowered her waiting hand and bit her lower lip as she stared downward, green eyes watching her dirty boot kick awkwardly at a lonely floor board as Thom just breezed past her without even a glance. Suddenly she shrugged a shoulder and sniffed with the sound of some indignance. “...aye. Buy me ownself a drink, I will then... maybe 'Mika too...” But that drink was not to be had for murder had come for the Queen and her family. ~~~~~ [hider=Denemika~~<3!!] [img]http://i1305.photobucket.com/albums/s550/BOINGSY/a58f5e5d-a4e0-4343-93b6-1bf726c0b369_zpshpdrxmj8.jpg[/img] [/hider] A direct assault thwarted by this giant male of some kind of importance. He just marched in here and assumed an air of authority, seemingly usurping that haughty claim from BlackWeil, [i]this Demander Male.[/i] Oh, swift and powerful was the stroke laying out the would be assassin. Calm and powerful were the words that most of which Denemika did not understand. Firm and powerful were his words as he told this queen and its Worthy Sister that they did not need to take arms since [i] this Swift, Calm and Powerful Posing Male[/i] was here. And now without Name, without Lineage, and without Standing told, this male directed orders to the others. Right in front of the face of [i]this queen[/i]. It was a queen-sworn, not the queen. Not the Matriarch. Such insult... he was better off slapping the blonde woman once with his forehand, a second time with his backhand, then kicking her down before urinating on her. Such. Insult. Maybe it was the spirits dancing and wailing away with the chaos of the panicked people... or maybe it was the after-ripples of mana being weaved and manipulated by three channellers in such quick succession, but whatever the case, the Priestess felt like dancing herself right now. But she had no right to do so here. The spirits here in this Great Gathering House were not to be disrespected as such. So instead she decided on a little defiance. Her eyes darted to check the positions of the others that circled round or made their way out the door. Curious spirits swam in figure eights above them and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingle when Jolu uncapped her magical item. Then she stepped towards Rhysln, but amber eyes locked upon the giant man. “You not tell Denemika nothing. You no Face. You no Mika's Queen,” the large woman tossed an upward chin bob towards Glenndaugion as he called from the entry way, demanding that fleet footed conscripts lead the way. [i]'Meh. At least he said Please.'[/i] Mika then smirked as she reached into her cloak at the hip and unsheathed one of her twin short swords. She twirled it in a quick and easy pattern before turning and pointing the weathered, yet lovingly cared for blade at Rhysln... ...handle-first and offering the weapon from the Bellady Nation to the Queen Silverspring. “Maybe your queen-sworn wear dress now...?” she smiled and winked at Rhysln. Then suddenly her brown, tattooed visage scrunched up in bewilderment when she heard the voice of her shorn-headed teen companion pipe up from beside her. “Hail, Queen Rhysln...” said a kneeling Radiant in her best formal voice, inwardly rather proud of herself for not maniacally gushing and spittling over the other blonde female beside Rhysln and Denemika. Still kneeling before Nautica, slowly the raggedy teen raised her head and made eye-contact with 'queen' in front of her, green eyes glistening and shining wide with awe and... other fuzzy-hearted emotions. “My name is Sister Radiant of The Extraordinary Sisters Elementalistas! From the family of the O' Brothers Adestav-[i] Carnivale of Wondrous Wonders!!![/i] I am ready to serve and obey, however you want, whenever you want... dressed in whatever you want... my most elegant and amazing and beautiful and wonderful Queen Rhysln Silverspring...!” Denemika found the audacity to facepalm now.