[center][h1][color=#808080]Kurai the Sleeping Dragon[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=#808080]"I'll beat you... take that... and that... ROAR!!!"[/color] Kurai said as he was talking in his sleep. He was sleeping on one of the branches in a rather large tree just at the edge of the festival. He didn't normally talk in his sleep but this was going to be an interesting day. The festival was going on and he was going to take the opportunity to enjoy it. Even if it wasn't for his guild the festival was something that most could enjoy even if Golem's Hand often showed their disdain for Harpy's Wing with their carnival games. He wasn't even bothered by that. His favorite part of the festival was that it gave him a chance to try and fight Golem Hand's resident Dark Beast Sihu. She wasn't often in town and when she was their guild masters didn't necessarily condone their sparring. Their new one likely wouldn't be any different. So their best time was when everyone was distracted by the festival. If he was excited for this fight why would he be sleeping?

Kurai had just gotten in late the night before after finishing a job. The job wasn't hard but the journey was long and tiring. He wanted to have full energy when he took her on. Down below some kids from the town had different plans for him. Some of them had noticed him and had been trying to throw rocks at him. Up until now they failed miserably mostly because their laughter threw off their throws. Finding and trying to wake up Kurai had become kind of a game for them. You'd find him asleep in the oddest of places. This time it was a bit more normal than usual.

Finally one of the kids seemed like they'd actually accomplish hitting him with a rock. It was a red haired girl. She was about eight, maybe nine at the most. She squinted to make sure her line of sight was perfect and stuck her tongue out as if she was actually testing the wind. She wasn't. She pulled her arm back and launched the rock and it hit Kurai right in the side of his head. He jerked up and yelled before falling over and out of the tree. Most of the kids left but some stayed to make sure he was alright, the girl included. [color=#808080]"Ouch. I guess you got me this time. What's the score now?"[/color]

The kids shrugged. "We lost count but you're winning." Kurai nodded and said, [color=#808080]"Balance is still in order then. I'll see you kids around."[/color] He then readjusted his clothes and his sword sheath before heading back into the festival to find some of the others. He hoped he hadn't missed anything exciting.

[center][h1][color=#FFFF33]Taran[/color][/h1][/center]

Today's the day. It's been about a year since Taran joined the guild and he still didn't really have any friends within it. Though it's all his fault. He finds it difficult to get close to people outside of the circus and he's also plagued himself with job after job after job. He believed that he'd get noticed more by the other wizards in the guild if he came back with constant success. He recently became an A Class wizard because of this. He takes pride in the accomplishment and still hopes that the others would notice and approach him more. Even if they didn't he felt like this festival would be the perfect time for him to get to know the rest of the members in the guild. Or well for them to get to know him. He knows most of the common things about them despite not talking to them much. A trick he picked up from his time in the circus.

He was walking through the festival chewing an apple and carrying around a stuffed tiger he won. It reminded him of one of the tigers back home. Maybe he'd send it back to the circus. He could win more so it wasn't a big deal to him but he was sure they'd appreciate it. Taran's attention was drawn to a small growing crowd of wizards near a bench. He recognized some of them. Mostly the two S Class Wizards of his guild. The others must have been from Harpy's Wing. He knew from his time here that those two guilds didn't necessarily get along. And with gathering numbers this situation could only take one direction. A fight.

He made his way over still chewing on his apple. [color=#FFFF33]"Who's on a date?"[/color] He asked peering in.