“Thank you for your purchase!” a cheerful old Deku merchant chirped as she took the small box with the brand new [url= http://www.dhresource.com/albu_352984672_00-1.0x0/925-silver-pearl-pendant-necklace-lux-women.jpg ]silver pendant necklace[/url] with a single, smooth white pearl from wooden old hands. “Geez, sweetheart, don’t you have enough jewelry?” Marcus harped as she opened the box to admire it for a moment. “It’s a birthday gift for my mother, if you must know,” she sighed irritably. It was Vanessa’s 37th birthday on the day of the Carnival. “[i]That?[/i]” Marcus sniggered, “I’ve never seen Venny wear anything even remotely that classy.” Lyn pursed her lips and snapped the box shut… but he was right. Her mother had a tendency to lean towards clothing that was a bit more on the… tacky side-- if she was going to be completely honest. Every year she bought her mother beautiful things and every year her mother cried in thanks but always neglected to ever wear any of it. But still… Lynnette could dream. She slid the box into her satchel. When she looked up to survey more of the stalls she wanted to visit, her eyes instead fell on a somewhat familiar face—one which she had only ever glimpsed from afar maybe eight or nine times in the last several years.... [i]The Immortal Gales Tempesta. [/i] She'd know those facial tattoos anywhere. Her eyes locked on the nappy brunet for a split second. She could have sworn he had been looking right at her, but she wasn’t sure. “Hey, uh… Marcus,” she said, still staring in the man’s direction as she swept her hand behind her to grab his sleeve, “That looks like a good spot to hang a flyer over there.” She pointed at large wooden community pin board just a few feet behind where the man stood (although it looked like she was pointing directly at Anemos, from his point of view). “Fine,” Marcus shrugged and the two made their way in his direction. Lynnette stared fixedly at Gales Tempesta while Marcus casually glanced around at the young dames that passed them by in the crowd. “I’ve been carrying half the load, so I say it’s your turn to hang this one,” she said suddenly, pulling the hammer and nails from her satchel and passing them to Marcus, “I’ll just hand out a flyer to that guy right there.” “Okaaaay,” Marcus raised an eyebrow and took the stuff. Lynnette wasn’t exactly a pro when it came to hiding her intentions, but there was no way Marcus would recognize the man as Gales Tempesta. Fyer had made a strict rule that only he and Falbi would scout The Spectacle Rock Circus and he if he ever caught any of the other troupe members attending one of their shows he’d suspend them for three weeks. Absolutely no exceptions. He’d made that perfectly clear when Lynnette once tried to argue with him over it and ended up getting stuck on tiger cage cleaning duty. But Lynnette hadn’t let that stop her. Every chance she got, Lynnette always snuck out to see the competition. She just had to know. Simply taking Fyer’s word for it that she was “the best” simply wasn’t enough. And besides—she actually enjoyed seeing her competition. And Gales Tempesta was one of her all time favorites…. As Marcus went on to pin up the flyer, Lynnette stopped in front of Anemos and held out a flyer, her friendly smile fading a bit as she approached, warping into a nervous lob-sided grin. Sure, Lorelei the Siren was a fast rising star, but The Immortal Gales Tempesta was a [i]true[/i] legend. I mean, sure—she knew as well as the next attentive person that the man wasn’t really immortal, but the title itself was one deserving of respect. They didn't pass that title down to just any sub-par performer. She had so many things she would have loved to talk about with him, but if Marcus caught on that she had been going to his shows, he’d bust her for sure. She'd have to make this quick. “Uhm,” she gasped, realizing that she’d just been staring for almost a solid three seconds and had yet to let go of the flyer he was trying to take from her, “Oh—sorry!” She laughed at herself and released the paper. “Aren’t you… Gales Tempesta?” her eyes lit up in excitement every time she looked at him, but she kept throwing semi-anxious glances over her shoulder and at Marcus just in case someone was watching.