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In the land of Avalia, a great war was waged between two dragons: one light, the embodiment of order, purity, and loyalty. The other dark, the avatar of chaos, anarchy, and power. These two forces were locked in an eternal power struggle that lasted centuries, even shaping the politics of the land they fought in. In another timeline, perhaps we would follow the tale of the war between the followers of said dragons, but our story starts elsewhere...
In the midst of yet another struggle between the two godlike beings, a single necromancer tricked them both by waiting until they had made each other weak and dealt the killing blow to them both. With that, there wasn't a single being strong enough to take on the power of (The Lich), a wizard turned lich who had gained access to necromancy, a school of magic thought to be long gone.
Over the next few years (The Lich) establishes his rule over Avalia, inciting fear, hopelessness, and despair into the hearts of Avalia. However, his plan did not account for the dragons unknown trait. For when they die, their souls fuse with that of two other mortals to live on as their champions, and eventually, descendants of themselves. Their immortal souls would grant the (at first) lesser mortals godlike powers and capabilities, but would require patience, time, and practice to hone.
We begin our story with the tale of Mari and Gavyn, two young teenagers who are just on the cusp of adulthood, thinking of what they wanted to do with their lives after "graduating" from their local orphanage, when the dormant powers of the draconic gods awaken within them. A once cute rivalry between the two becomes a mix of confusion and angst as they fight between each other over what to do with their powers. However, once their loved caretaker Brooks dies tragically at the hands of (The Lich), it is clear that they need to put aside their differences to bring down the evil that has taken over the land.
The two begin their journey and fight against the lich's forces, learning more about themselves, each other, and the land outside their small town of Briarglen. Will they defeat the lich? Or perhaps find a different alternative to the usual evil vs good struggles? What happens if they destroy the lich? Can they resume even remotely normal lives?
Farim
Location: Outside Callum's Tavern
Time: 3pm
Mentions: Callum @Helo and Ariella @Tpartywithzombi
Disclaimer: I am using rough translations of words so major apologies if I mis-interpret or mis-use certain verbs.
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Farim walked out of the tavern with a slight jump in his step, seeming almost too excited to begin this little scheme. He placed his pointer finger and thumb into his mouth, blowing harshly until a sharp whistle came from his mouth. A brief pause followed by a resounding CAWW!!! filled the air as Farim's favored pet came from atop the tavern where she had been roosting until now. The two nearby guards looked surprised as the foreign man began to converse with his bird.
"Oh my beautiful falcon how are you this evening~?" He spoke almost as if he was about to sing, talking sweetly to the bird whose head naturally craned into his hand, almost begging for small pets. Farim of course gave his falcon all the pets she could ask for, and gently ran his hand over her head and down her back. "Were you waiting all day for me to finally call you back? You are too precious." He turned his head, acting as if he just now noticed the guards looking at him with quizzical glares.
"Oh trust me. I may seem silly talking to her, but she is very smart! She understands my every word!" The two men seemed skeptical, one of whom piped up. "Right, that's what they all say." Farim took his hand and placed it over his chest, as if to feign being offended by the mere notion of Thara being just like any other animal. Wallah, you do not believe me? Watch!" He fixed his posture and looked at his bird with a nod, which prompted her to nod back. The two guards looked at each other in disbelief, both of them smirking as if this was all just some carnival act.
Farim then snapped his fingers and Thara jumped from his arm, circling above for a few moments. "Yaghus!" Thara immediately pulled in her wings and dove to the ground, pulling up mere inches from the ground. "Taklifa!" Farim shouted another phrase in his homeland's tongue while pointing at the guards. They both looked confused as Thara came down once more and quickly flew between them, catching them both by surprise. One even reached for his blade at his hip with a stern look. "The hell's your problem?! Trying to get us to put you away, you fancy clown in women's clothes?" Farim felt a slight tinge in anger rise up, but chose to keep his cool in lieu of the fact that his plan was very much working.
"Hayaa, what do you mean? You said you did not believe me so I provide proof. Here, something less terrifying for the proud royal guard!" He chuckled to himself as he softened his posture, clapping his hands and spouting another word: "Yahum!" Thara came back down, much slower than before, and batted her wings to stay afloat as long as she could before inevitably floating down to the ground. "Mawja!" Yet another foreign word escaped his lips, causing Thara to raise her wing and, in a slight waving motion, gesturing towards the guards. Farim smirked and walked up to them, saying one final word to end his little show. "Aelaa, Thara, aelaa." He spoke softer as Thara came up to his arm once more, and stood to look at the guards before posing his next statement.
"Now I hope I have softened your moods some. I suppose the Princess will not be looking to join myself for the Shehzadi dinner this evening? She seemed rather dour in mood...Will she be okay?" The first guard piped up, keeping as professional a tone as he could. "Her highness will be unavailable this evening, at her request. She said you would understand." Farim nodded, turning his attention to the other guard. "Before I forget, that little quip you shared earlier...." The second guard felt himself grow a little stiff from embarassment, not realizing he had insulted one of the Shehzadi guests from Alidasht. "I could care less what a sellsword thinks of me, but if you see anyone who looks like me dressed like this and make similar remarks..." He took one step closer, lowering his voice into a whisper. "A flying bird will be the least of your worries." His expression seemed grim, almost both a promise and warning to the guard, before he flipped it back to a much more personable look. All the guard could do was nod, but he kept himself stern and unmoving to not show any form of emotion or fear to the man who just casually threatened his life.
That should have bought them enough time. He took a step back, giving a long and formal bow to the two guards. "Well I shall begin preparations for my evening, if either of you gave a damn. If the Princess asks, I am not offended nor upset by her choice, and will happily find her at a better time. Good day to you both." He began to walk away, seeing what he believed to be Lady Edwards' carriage taking off from behind the tavern. With a grin he looked back to his bird, continuing his walking pace. "Speaking of plans...Thara, I have a favor to ask." The bird cocked her head, as if completely ready to hear what Farim had to say.
"Oh my beautiful falcon how are you this evening~?" He spoke almost as if he was about to sing, talking sweetly to the bird whose head naturally craned into his hand, almost begging for small pets. Farim of course gave his falcon all the pets she could ask for, and gently ran his hand over her head and down her back. "Were you waiting all day for me to finally call you back? You are too precious." He turned his head, acting as if he just now noticed the guards looking at him with quizzical glares.
"Oh trust me. I may seem silly talking to her, but she is very smart! She understands my every word!" The two men seemed skeptical, one of whom piped up. "Right, that's what they all say." Farim took his hand and placed it over his chest, as if to feign being offended by the mere notion of Thara being just like any other animal. Wallah, you do not believe me? Watch!" He fixed his posture and looked at his bird with a nod, which prompted her to nod back. The two guards looked at each other in disbelief, both of them smirking as if this was all just some carnival act.
Farim then snapped his fingers and Thara jumped from his arm, circling above for a few moments. "Yaghus!" Thara immediately pulled in her wings and dove to the ground, pulling up mere inches from the ground. "Taklifa!" Farim shouted another phrase in his homeland's tongue while pointing at the guards. They both looked confused as Thara came down once more and quickly flew between them, catching them both by surprise. One even reached for his blade at his hip with a stern look. "The hell's your problem?! Trying to get us to put you away, you fancy clown in women's clothes?" Farim felt a slight tinge in anger rise up, but chose to keep his cool in lieu of the fact that his plan was very much working.
"Hayaa, what do you mean? You said you did not believe me so I provide proof. Here, something less terrifying for the proud royal guard!" He chuckled to himself as he softened his posture, clapping his hands and spouting another word: "Yahum!" Thara came back down, much slower than before, and batted her wings to stay afloat as long as she could before inevitably floating down to the ground. "Mawja!" Yet another foreign word escaped his lips, causing Thara to raise her wing and, in a slight waving motion, gesturing towards the guards. Farim smirked and walked up to them, saying one final word to end his little show. "Aelaa, Thara, aelaa." He spoke softer as Thara came up to his arm once more, and stood to look at the guards before posing his next statement.
"Now I hope I have softened your moods some. I suppose the Princess will not be looking to join myself for the Shehzadi dinner this evening? She seemed rather dour in mood...Will she be okay?" The first guard piped up, keeping as professional a tone as he could. "Her highness will be unavailable this evening, at her request. She said you would understand." Farim nodded, turning his attention to the other guard. "Before I forget, that little quip you shared earlier...." The second guard felt himself grow a little stiff from embarassment, not realizing he had insulted one of the Shehzadi guests from Alidasht. "I could care less what a sellsword thinks of me, but if you see anyone who looks like me dressed like this and make similar remarks..." He took one step closer, lowering his voice into a whisper. "A flying bird will be the least of your worries." His expression seemed grim, almost both a promise and warning to the guard, before he flipped it back to a much more personable look. All the guard could do was nod, but he kept himself stern and unmoving to not show any form of emotion or fear to the man who just casually threatened his life.
That should have bought them enough time. He took a step back, giving a long and formal bow to the two guards. "Well I shall begin preparations for my evening, if either of you gave a damn. If the Princess asks, I am not offended nor upset by her choice, and will happily find her at a better time. Good day to you both." He began to walk away, seeing what he believed to be Lady Edwards' carriage taking off from behind the tavern. With a grin he looked back to his bird, continuing his walking pace. "Speaking of plans...Thara, I have a favor to ask." The bird cocked her head, as if completely ready to hear what Farim had to say.
Ariella, Anastasia & Farim
Part 3
Location: Prince Callum’s Tavern
Time: 3pm
Ariella was about to speak but Ana returned with the drinks, spilling some on her way to her seat. Ari grabbed a few napkins and cleaned the spills before it made much of a mess. Thank god she is back She thought as she reached for the strong drink that was placed in front of her. She didn’t hesitate, she reached for her glass, and in a few swift gulps, she finished the drink. It was indeed strong, hitting her like a sack of bricks. Ari never drank except for the occasional glass of wine with supper, so this was indeed a shock to her system.
“ There was no love or birds in the conversation I can assure you “ Ari smiled at her friend. “ It was delicious, I should have tested it before drinking…I wasn’t expecting it to be that strong.” She chuckled lightly, the color returning to her cheeks but this time it was from the alcohol and not Farim. “ He was just telling me how he wants to get to know ALL of the women who are interested in Alidasht men.” She smirked nudging her friend.
Farim took his glass, a tasteful and clean-looking cocktail, and swirled the liquid inside with a gentle spin of the glass. He tilted it towards his face, taking a light whiff before sipping its contents. It held a potent yet smooth texture as it raced down his throat, prompting him to blink a few times as he appreciated its ingredients. “Well, it's even better if they’re interested in me and not just my ethnicity.” He coyly remarked. He took note of Anastasia’s eccentric mannerisms, and began to suspect something other than alcohol may be in her system. If his days of observing Dali had taught him anything, it was to let them enjoy their “trip” and not draw unneeded attention to it.
“And you, princess. You should never feel lonely in company such as this. You are always welcome to mingle. I do hope you know this. And you as well Lady Edwards. You both are pleasant company already, and if either of you would like I could always make time to spend with one or both of you. Would either of you fancy a dinner tonight? I’m sure Anastasia knows but incase you haven’t heard the Vikenas are visiting the guest house for a dinner this evening.”
He had hoped it didn’t seem tacky to invite two people at once to a dinner, and decided to speak softly in his next sentence. “Of course I do not mean to overstep or seem…disingenuous. I just am rather enjoying these conversations of ours and hope we can have more later on. But if I’m being too much, simply say so.” He quickly took a long sip of his cocktail so he would stop rambling. It was almost like he could feel his charisma leaking off his skin as he let his minor worries build in the back of his mind.
“Ari! Why not! I like love and I like birds… Farim has a very pretty bird! You gotta see it. “ Anastasia cheerfully replied with a giggle. She glanced at Farim as his voice took her attention. She took care to listen to all he had to say and not to interrupt. Once he was done speaking, she touched his arm affectionately with a smile, “Don’t worry Farim. I promise I like you for who you are. I had so much fun with you this afternoon and I think you’re super sweet… I know I’ve said I like a lot of stuff already but I also like dinner and I’m totally down.”
Her gaze slid back to Ariella and she tilted her head questioningly with a grin. She attempted to gesture towards Farim with her head subtly as if to ask if she was into him. She had noticed her blushing from her spot at the bar earlier. “You need to come too… Pleaseeee?”
“I LOVE birds..” Ariella’s voice appeared to raise a notch, the alcohol clearly making itself known. '' If I were to suddenly die, I would hope to come back as a bird.” She fidgeted with the straw in her glass moving it around the empty glass. She saw Ana touch Farims arm as she dropped her eyes back to the glass. She wasn’t going to make any advances on someone her friend was interested in. Even her admitting she liked him was enough to bring Ari back to reality.
She looked up at her friend gesturing towards him, a bit confused as to what she was trying to signal to her. She shook her head with a confused look on her face '' What's wrong with your neck?” She asked innocently, not understanding. When she started to beg for her to come to the dinner she took a deep breath and exhaled, “ My mother would be rather upset with me If I were invited to any type of event let alone dinner, and declined. “ She smiled at her friend. “I will attend but please help me with my outfit, I really don’t want to show up overdressed to yet another event” She sighed. “ Perhaps my mother will listen to the Princess.`` She smiled at her friend.
She turned her attention back to Farim. “As long as I wouldn’t be opposing I suppose I cannot say no. “ She smiled.”
He smiled at the mention of his pet, an animal he was very fond of. “Oh my Thara. She is a beautiful falcon. Very powerful and graceful. I bet she is gliding in the skies above this very building. I hardly ever lose track of her. One sharp whistle and she’d be in this room and on my shoulder.” He chuckled, taking one final swig of his drink and being slightly shocked at the speed that he drank. “That was very good, Princess.” His arm felt that soothing touch of her hand, causing him to lean more toward her instinctively.
Farim placed his now free hand back onto the table and nodded toward Ariella. “Trust me with my family, there is no “over-dressing”. He scoffed lightly and reached for one of the shot glasses. He held it close to his lips and paused to speak again. “It would be really fun to see you both there. If I met no one besides you two this season I would truly be happy.” He closed off the sentence with a wink before dunking back the shot, slamming it face down onto the table and letting out a resounding “Ahh~”
“Well after we leave here, let’s go raid my closet! “ Anastasia enthusiastically said to Ariella. She then leaned in to whisper in her ear as Farim had been distracted by his shot, taking her hand comfortingly. “Do you like him? I saw you blush. I can totally wingman you… You don’t need to be shy; you’re so gorgeous.”
Ari leaned into Ana as she spoke to her, she felt so stupid. Was that what she was trying to ask her earlier. She was bad at this. “ I-I don’t really know him..and you two seemed rather comfortable I don’t want to impose anywhere.`` She shrugged.“ It would be nice to get to know him more but I won't put myself in a situation between you and who you may be interested in Ana. '' She said, looking over at Farim and smiling, realizing he had finished his shot. She reached out and grabbed one herself, sniffing it and cringing lightly before taking the whole thing. Her head tilting back she felt the liquid fire burn her throat as she grimaced while setting down the empty glass. “ I..wow..That is strong. '' She felt her eyes water slightly as she wiped a tear away.
“Oh!” She perked up. “Ana, I met your brother today at the prince’s court event. It was such a weird situation, did you hear about the onions?” she asked curiously.
“No imposing. I just flirt for fun. I am happy to see you happy…Don’t judge but I am definitely a little fucked up right now… Really bad day and I kinda needed it, but I’m good right now. “ Anastasia continued her whispering. She pulled away and raised a brow in genuine confusion as Ariella questioned her about onions. Before she could comment, Farim chimed in.
Farim felt a slight pinging sensation along his head as the alcohol began to hit. It wasn’t exactly a headache, more like a floating sensation as the quick intake of alcohol began to creep on the edge of his perception. He abstained from drinking further for now, instead letting the two girls talk amongst themselves for a moment. “I do rather enjoy the drinks, Princess. I also want to stress something if I may.” He put his hands together, fingers loosely clasped between each other and his face rested against the side of his palms. “If me being this…open with the both of like this is causing any issues and if there is anything I personally can do. Do let me know. I wish to only give you both good times, not bad ones.” He looked over to Anastasia and smiled as they whispered amongst themselves, and then towards Ariella. “I am sure someone like yourself can find many things to find yourself beautiful in. Very hard to ruin perfection.” He let himself chuckle once at the corniness of his pickup line.
Anastasia glanced Farim’s way and gave him two thumbs up. “All good things, Farim. All good things.” She gave him an enthusiastic smile, which grew into a beaming expression at his words toward Ariella. “Ariella is so beautiful and so kind. She has such an adventurous spirit. You’ll see as you get to know her. “ She gave him a wink. The princess then proceeded to finish off her drink before speaking once again, “I hope we three can all hang out more this summer. I feel super good about us.”
She suddenly looked at Ariella, “Oh! And about those onions… What were you talking about?”
Ari’s face lit up bright red as she buried her face in her hands. “ Honestly Ana, you’re too much sometimes. Don’t make me out to be something I’m not; it sets people up for disappointment.” She could feel the alcohol bubbling in her veins. “But I agree, I think we all could have a lot of fun together.” She leaned in and whispered to her. “ Should we take him to the garden?”
Leaning back again she was reminded of the onions. “ Oh yes, I was at the ball and honestly the amount of women hooing and hawing over your brothers was too much. I was about to leave when some women dropped an onion and Prince Callum picked it up and began to eat it. Then a whole display broke out because of the spicy onion so I swooped in and gave your brother some ice water to help remove the onions from his eyes. “ She sighed “Now that I think about it, mother is going to want to know about the ball and I can’t very well tell her about Callum's onion situation…Sorry I mean Prince Callum.”
She paused, “Oh but we did have a rather lovely conversation. I am not sure if it was the onions or not but we just spoke as Ari and Callum, not Lady and Prince, and honestly, it was the nicest afternoon I’ve had in a long while. He was even interested in seeing me again..not..in that capacity, I don’t think but still nice to have people interested in my company.” She took a deep breath as all of that came out in one breath.
“ I do hope he is okay though, he didn’t seem too happy…” she said softly. “I left swiftly after, your other brothers were pretty wrapped up in their own conversations and I couldn’t stand listening to all the women drone on about their outfits any longer.” Things just started slipping out; Ariella's filter which normally was up high and active seemed to be a little lower.
He listened to them and gave a big grin as Anastasia reassured him that they had nothing but good times. He began eyeing the drinks on the table for a moment, finally letting his temptation give in as he held another shot in his hand. He took the shot back, throwing his head back, perhaps too far, and slammed it down onto the table with a thud. “This has been an interesting few days. First, the show at the ball going completely sideways now this Prince showing off his gall and biting an onion in front of potential suitors. That is bold, I like it!” He couldn’t help but laugh, not necessarily at Callum, but laugh at the idea of someone making their father utterly red in the face with rage.
“I am not shocked he wishes to speak with you again. You are rather enchanting Ariella~.” He spoke with a slight giddiness, the 2nd shot surely starting to hit his cognitive judgment. His initial attempts at professionalism and social etiquette were slowly fading away as the alcohol made its way through him. “He might just be a little shy or perhaps wanting to take his time. I wouldn’t count him out just yet. Annie…you know this man right? Perhaps you can work some magic and get him to talk to her. You’re awfully persuasive yourself, y’know!” Farim felt his voice raise only slightly as he pulled one more shot his way, letting it sit in front of him before casually letting his hand fall onto Anastasia’s. He glances down at the contact between them and decides to leave it as is.
“Maybe! Depends what we’re doing with him in the garden.” Anastasia had regarded Ariella’s question in a flirty tone. She then listened to Ariella’s lengthy explanation about Callum, a smile growing on her face. If it was possible for a light bulb to form over someone’s head, it would have been over Anastasia’s. Ahh… Maybe that’s the reluctance with Farim. She likes Callum… That could be good. Callum needs a sweet girl to make him feel loved and then Ariella would really be like a sister to me.
She took yet another shot as she daydreamed about her scheme until she felt Farim’s hand touch hers. A rush of warmth went through her body, the sensation of his skin almost electric. Her sense had been heightening for some time now and it hadn’t occurred to her just how much until that moment. It was too enjoyable an experience to just move her hand away, so she kept it there as well.
Ariella eyes widened as she quickly looked away, grabbing a shot in the process she chugged it back. When it hit the table she stood up “ Well! I think… I am going to get another one of those fruity ones…” And without much else she picked up the hem of her dress and started to walk towards the bar.
“Barkeep, please can I have one of those fruity things… and a water.” She smiled as she sat herself on a stool. The bartender brought over the drink and she began to sip on it this time, not in any rush to head back to the table.
“Onions.” She laughed lightly to herself.
Farim felt his head grow slightly lighter as the seconds ticked onward. Anastasia’s fingers locked with his and a slight breath caught in his chest. Despite his forwardness, he was actually nervous to be openly flirting with the princess in a foreign land. Especially while they were both getting further under the influence of their alcohol and Gods know what else. But despite this anxiety, he couldn’t bring himself to move his hand. He kept his grip and held her hand while he noticed Ariella get up for a drink. He worried that perhaps he was being partially uncaring of how she might have felt, and hoped he wasn’t making her uncomfortable.
“Ari- Lady Edwards…” He meeked out as she ran off, but she had already made it to the bar before he could say much else. He turned to Anastasia with a slight frown. “I hope I didn’t upset her. I find myself…just attached to you despite just meeting you. But I mustn’t act so aloof….Wouldn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings after just getting here.” His free hand grabbed the shot and much more slowly threw it against his gullet. He felt a clean burn running along his throat as he held his eyes shut and let out another resounding “Ahhh~” He then placed the glass down and pushed it aside. “I’ve had quite a bit already. Mustn’t push my luck here.” He said with a soft giggle, bringing his other hand to lay just next to theirs on the table.
“I think I flustered her with the garden innuendo. She gets a little shy sometimes. If she does not return soon, I’ll go get her.” Anastasia informed Farim. She smiled but there was a tinge of sadness that became more evident in her eyes. However, it was only momentary as she then giggled at his next remark. “Yes, you’ve been guzzling those down like they’re water!”
He would nod and breathe slowly, as if that would magically make the alcohol go down. “Once I start I tend to go and go and go..but it will pass eventually.” He took a moment to think on what he may say or do next. It was then that he remembered something, and felt it good to give it to her while they were alone like this. He reached into his robes and handed her a small item wrapped in cloth, which was the amulet he had bought earlier to give to her. “I hope this is something nice enough for you. Since you were nice enough to show me around the park and even invite me out for drinks. Consider it a token of my appreciation.” He placed it in front of her and let her unwrap the gift as she would like.
Anastasia’s eyes widened in surprise and she smiled. She took the cloth in her hands and began to unwrap it. She then gasped as the amulet was revealed. It was a glowing turquoise moon with a metal crescent wrapped around the side. “Oh my gosh! It’s sooo beautiful. I’m in love!” She took each side of the chain in her fingers and pulled it around her neck to latch it on. “Thank you so much! I feel like a fairy or maybe even a mermaid wearing something like this… It’s so magical!” She wrapped her hands around it with adoration.
He smiled and heaved a slight sigh. At least he had picked out something good. “It’s a relief to know you like it. I had a feeling it would be a nice gift. It even matches mine!” He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a necklace with a simple silver chain and a silver brace holding the crystal in place. He showed it to her before pushing it back under his clothes. He felt himself fumble with his hands slightly, his body feeling fuzzier with the passage of the shots through his system. “It certainly is feeling a lot warmer in here…” He glanced around for a brief moment to see if he had driven Ariella away entirely before looking again to Anastasia with a smile. “If I am ever being too bold for your liking you are also welcome to tell me. I won’t get mad or act offended or anything like that.”
Anastasia smiled seeing that they were matching. She gently touched his necklace when he had displayed it to her with curiosity. “Hmm… Maybe I like bold.” She said suggestively and giggled. Now that he mentioned it, she did feel rather overheated. As time ticked by, it had felt hotter and hotter in the room. But it wasn’t like she was in many layers being that it was summer. She glanced around the room until she spotted a fan on a nearby table. Anastasia leaned over and asked the woman at the table if she could borrow it for a moment. The woman was quite agreeable, so she took the fan and began to wave it at Farim. “Does this help?”
Farim felt the cool breeze coming from the fan as the Princess fanned him. He couldn’t help but giggle and flush slightly (more than the alcohol was making him) as he felt the slight bit of pampering from his friend. “Oh why thank you, dear. You are too kind! Would you like me to fan you?” He coyly asked as he held his hand out to request the fan.
“Yes!” Anastasia handed the fan to him and waited eagerly.
His hand grasped the fan, letting it spread out with a flick of his fingers. With a single hand he began flicking the fan up and down to send small bursts of refreshing air toward her. He couldn’t help but keep a smile as he thought about the image of this. They were the fanciest-looking group in the entire building and were definitely the goofiest, but Farim did not mind one bit. He simply lived in the moment with his two friends, and that was more than enough for him. “Does this help you, Princess? Although I doubt no amount of fanning could stop you from being hot.” He chuckled, perhaps too loudly as he kept fanning her.
Ariella looked behind her shoulder to the loud chuckle coming from her friend’s table. Farim and Ana giggling and being silly. She sighed lightly but a smile spread on her face. She was happy for her friend, she wasn’t sad that clearly the emotions were strong between them but more so that it was so hard to find company that she could enjoy. She turned back around giving them more time to giggle amongst themselves. Thankfully she still had her book.
“ There was no love or birds in the conversation I can assure you “ Ari smiled at her friend. “ It was delicious, I should have tested it before drinking…I wasn’t expecting it to be that strong.” She chuckled lightly, the color returning to her cheeks but this time it was from the alcohol and not Farim. “ He was just telling me how he wants to get to know ALL of the women who are interested in Alidasht men.” She smirked nudging her friend.
Farim took his glass, a tasteful and clean-looking cocktail, and swirled the liquid inside with a gentle spin of the glass. He tilted it towards his face, taking a light whiff before sipping its contents. It held a potent yet smooth texture as it raced down his throat, prompting him to blink a few times as he appreciated its ingredients. “Well, it's even better if they’re interested in me and not just my ethnicity.” He coyly remarked. He took note of Anastasia’s eccentric mannerisms, and began to suspect something other than alcohol may be in her system. If his days of observing Dali had taught him anything, it was to let them enjoy their “trip” and not draw unneeded attention to it.
“And you, princess. You should never feel lonely in company such as this. You are always welcome to mingle. I do hope you know this. And you as well Lady Edwards. You both are pleasant company already, and if either of you would like I could always make time to spend with one or both of you. Would either of you fancy a dinner tonight? I’m sure Anastasia knows but incase you haven’t heard the Vikenas are visiting the guest house for a dinner this evening.”
He had hoped it didn’t seem tacky to invite two people at once to a dinner, and decided to speak softly in his next sentence. “Of course I do not mean to overstep or seem…disingenuous. I just am rather enjoying these conversations of ours and hope we can have more later on. But if I’m being too much, simply say so.” He quickly took a long sip of his cocktail so he would stop rambling. It was almost like he could feel his charisma leaking off his skin as he let his minor worries build in the back of his mind.
“Ari! Why not! I like love and I like birds… Farim has a very pretty bird! You gotta see it. “ Anastasia cheerfully replied with a giggle. She glanced at Farim as his voice took her attention. She took care to listen to all he had to say and not to interrupt. Once he was done speaking, she touched his arm affectionately with a smile, “Don’t worry Farim. I promise I like you for who you are. I had so much fun with you this afternoon and I think you’re super sweet… I know I’ve said I like a lot of stuff already but I also like dinner and I’m totally down.”
Her gaze slid back to Ariella and she tilted her head questioningly with a grin. She attempted to gesture towards Farim with her head subtly as if to ask if she was into him. She had noticed her blushing from her spot at the bar earlier. “You need to come too… Pleaseeee?”
“I LOVE birds..” Ariella’s voice appeared to raise a notch, the alcohol clearly making itself known. '' If I were to suddenly die, I would hope to come back as a bird.” She fidgeted with the straw in her glass moving it around the empty glass. She saw Ana touch Farims arm as she dropped her eyes back to the glass. She wasn’t going to make any advances on someone her friend was interested in. Even her admitting she liked him was enough to bring Ari back to reality.
She looked up at her friend gesturing towards him, a bit confused as to what she was trying to signal to her. She shook her head with a confused look on her face '' What's wrong with your neck?” She asked innocently, not understanding. When she started to beg for her to come to the dinner she took a deep breath and exhaled, “ My mother would be rather upset with me If I were invited to any type of event let alone dinner, and declined. “ She smiled at her friend. “I will attend but please help me with my outfit, I really don’t want to show up overdressed to yet another event” She sighed. “ Perhaps my mother will listen to the Princess.`` She smiled at her friend.
She turned her attention back to Farim. “As long as I wouldn’t be opposing I suppose I cannot say no. “ She smiled.”
He smiled at the mention of his pet, an animal he was very fond of. “Oh my Thara. She is a beautiful falcon. Very powerful and graceful. I bet she is gliding in the skies above this very building. I hardly ever lose track of her. One sharp whistle and she’d be in this room and on my shoulder.” He chuckled, taking one final swig of his drink and being slightly shocked at the speed that he drank. “That was very good, Princess.” His arm felt that soothing touch of her hand, causing him to lean more toward her instinctively.
Farim placed his now free hand back onto the table and nodded toward Ariella. “Trust me with my family, there is no “over-dressing”. He scoffed lightly and reached for one of the shot glasses. He held it close to his lips and paused to speak again. “It would be really fun to see you both there. If I met no one besides you two this season I would truly be happy.” He closed off the sentence with a wink before dunking back the shot, slamming it face down onto the table and letting out a resounding “Ahh~”
“Well after we leave here, let’s go raid my closet! “ Anastasia enthusiastically said to Ariella. She then leaned in to whisper in her ear as Farim had been distracted by his shot, taking her hand comfortingly. “Do you like him? I saw you blush. I can totally wingman you… You don’t need to be shy; you’re so gorgeous.”
Ari leaned into Ana as she spoke to her, she felt so stupid. Was that what she was trying to ask her earlier. She was bad at this. “ I-I don’t really know him..and you two seemed rather comfortable I don’t want to impose anywhere.`` She shrugged.“ It would be nice to get to know him more but I won't put myself in a situation between you and who you may be interested in Ana. '' She said, looking over at Farim and smiling, realizing he had finished his shot. She reached out and grabbed one herself, sniffing it and cringing lightly before taking the whole thing. Her head tilting back she felt the liquid fire burn her throat as she grimaced while setting down the empty glass. “ I..wow..That is strong. '' She felt her eyes water slightly as she wiped a tear away.
“Oh!” She perked up. “Ana, I met your brother today at the prince’s court event. It was such a weird situation, did you hear about the onions?” she asked curiously.
“No imposing. I just flirt for fun. I am happy to see you happy…Don’t judge but I am definitely a little fucked up right now… Really bad day and I kinda needed it, but I’m good right now. “ Anastasia continued her whispering. She pulled away and raised a brow in genuine confusion as Ariella questioned her about onions. Before she could comment, Farim chimed in.
Farim felt a slight pinging sensation along his head as the alcohol began to hit. It wasn’t exactly a headache, more like a floating sensation as the quick intake of alcohol began to creep on the edge of his perception. He abstained from drinking further for now, instead letting the two girls talk amongst themselves for a moment. “I do rather enjoy the drinks, Princess. I also want to stress something if I may.” He put his hands together, fingers loosely clasped between each other and his face rested against the side of his palms. “If me being this…open with the both of like this is causing any issues and if there is anything I personally can do. Do let me know. I wish to only give you both good times, not bad ones.” He looked over to Anastasia and smiled as they whispered amongst themselves, and then towards Ariella. “I am sure someone like yourself can find many things to find yourself beautiful in. Very hard to ruin perfection.” He let himself chuckle once at the corniness of his pickup line.
Anastasia glanced Farim’s way and gave him two thumbs up. “All good things, Farim. All good things.” She gave him an enthusiastic smile, which grew into a beaming expression at his words toward Ariella. “Ariella is so beautiful and so kind. She has such an adventurous spirit. You’ll see as you get to know her. “ She gave him a wink. The princess then proceeded to finish off her drink before speaking once again, “I hope we three can all hang out more this summer. I feel super good about us.”
She suddenly looked at Ariella, “Oh! And about those onions… What were you talking about?”
Ari’s face lit up bright red as she buried her face in her hands. “ Honestly Ana, you’re too much sometimes. Don’t make me out to be something I’m not; it sets people up for disappointment.” She could feel the alcohol bubbling in her veins. “But I agree, I think we all could have a lot of fun together.” She leaned in and whispered to her. “ Should we take him to the garden?”
Leaning back again she was reminded of the onions. “ Oh yes, I was at the ball and honestly the amount of women hooing and hawing over your brothers was too much. I was about to leave when some women dropped an onion and Prince Callum picked it up and began to eat it. Then a whole display broke out because of the spicy onion so I swooped in and gave your brother some ice water to help remove the onions from his eyes. “ She sighed “Now that I think about it, mother is going to want to know about the ball and I can’t very well tell her about Callum's onion situation…Sorry I mean Prince Callum.”
She paused, “Oh but we did have a rather lovely conversation. I am not sure if it was the onions or not but we just spoke as Ari and Callum, not Lady and Prince, and honestly, it was the nicest afternoon I’ve had in a long while. He was even interested in seeing me again..not..in that capacity, I don’t think but still nice to have people interested in my company.” She took a deep breath as all of that came out in one breath.
“ I do hope he is okay though, he didn’t seem too happy…” she said softly. “I left swiftly after, your other brothers were pretty wrapped up in their own conversations and I couldn’t stand listening to all the women drone on about their outfits any longer.” Things just started slipping out; Ariella's filter which normally was up high and active seemed to be a little lower.
He listened to them and gave a big grin as Anastasia reassured him that they had nothing but good times. He began eyeing the drinks on the table for a moment, finally letting his temptation give in as he held another shot in his hand. He took the shot back, throwing his head back, perhaps too far, and slammed it down onto the table with a thud. “This has been an interesting few days. First, the show at the ball going completely sideways now this Prince showing off his gall and biting an onion in front of potential suitors. That is bold, I like it!” He couldn’t help but laugh, not necessarily at Callum, but laugh at the idea of someone making their father utterly red in the face with rage.
“I am not shocked he wishes to speak with you again. You are rather enchanting Ariella~.” He spoke with a slight giddiness, the 2nd shot surely starting to hit his cognitive judgment. His initial attempts at professionalism and social etiquette were slowly fading away as the alcohol made its way through him. “He might just be a little shy or perhaps wanting to take his time. I wouldn’t count him out just yet. Annie…you know this man right? Perhaps you can work some magic and get him to talk to her. You’re awfully persuasive yourself, y’know!” Farim felt his voice raise only slightly as he pulled one more shot his way, letting it sit in front of him before casually letting his hand fall onto Anastasia’s. He glances down at the contact between them and decides to leave it as is.
“Maybe! Depends what we’re doing with him in the garden.” Anastasia had regarded Ariella’s question in a flirty tone. She then listened to Ariella’s lengthy explanation about Callum, a smile growing on her face. If it was possible for a light bulb to form over someone’s head, it would have been over Anastasia’s. Ahh… Maybe that’s the reluctance with Farim. She likes Callum… That could be good. Callum needs a sweet girl to make him feel loved and then Ariella would really be like a sister to me.
She took yet another shot as she daydreamed about her scheme until she felt Farim’s hand touch hers. A rush of warmth went through her body, the sensation of his skin almost electric. Her sense had been heightening for some time now and it hadn’t occurred to her just how much until that moment. It was too enjoyable an experience to just move her hand away, so she kept it there as well.
Ariella eyes widened as she quickly looked away, grabbing a shot in the process she chugged it back. When it hit the table she stood up “ Well! I think… I am going to get another one of those fruity ones…” And without much else she picked up the hem of her dress and started to walk towards the bar.
“Barkeep, please can I have one of those fruity things… and a water.” She smiled as she sat herself on a stool. The bartender brought over the drink and she began to sip on it this time, not in any rush to head back to the table.
“Onions.” She laughed lightly to herself.
Farim felt his head grow slightly lighter as the seconds ticked onward. Anastasia’s fingers locked with his and a slight breath caught in his chest. Despite his forwardness, he was actually nervous to be openly flirting with the princess in a foreign land. Especially while they were both getting further under the influence of their alcohol and Gods know what else. But despite this anxiety, he couldn’t bring himself to move his hand. He kept his grip and held her hand while he noticed Ariella get up for a drink. He worried that perhaps he was being partially uncaring of how she might have felt, and hoped he wasn’t making her uncomfortable.
“Ari- Lady Edwards…” He meeked out as she ran off, but she had already made it to the bar before he could say much else. He turned to Anastasia with a slight frown. “I hope I didn’t upset her. I find myself…just attached to you despite just meeting you. But I mustn’t act so aloof….Wouldn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings after just getting here.” His free hand grabbed the shot and much more slowly threw it against his gullet. He felt a clean burn running along his throat as he held his eyes shut and let out another resounding “Ahhh~” He then placed the glass down and pushed it aside. “I’ve had quite a bit already. Mustn’t push my luck here.” He said with a soft giggle, bringing his other hand to lay just next to theirs on the table.
“I think I flustered her with the garden innuendo. She gets a little shy sometimes. If she does not return soon, I’ll go get her.” Anastasia informed Farim. She smiled but there was a tinge of sadness that became more evident in her eyes. However, it was only momentary as she then giggled at his next remark. “Yes, you’ve been guzzling those down like they’re water!”
He would nod and breathe slowly, as if that would magically make the alcohol go down. “Once I start I tend to go and go and go..but it will pass eventually.” He took a moment to think on what he may say or do next. It was then that he remembered something, and felt it good to give it to her while they were alone like this. He reached into his robes and handed her a small item wrapped in cloth, which was the amulet he had bought earlier to give to her. “I hope this is something nice enough for you. Since you were nice enough to show me around the park and even invite me out for drinks. Consider it a token of my appreciation.” He placed it in front of her and let her unwrap the gift as she would like.
Anastasia’s eyes widened in surprise and she smiled. She took the cloth in her hands and began to unwrap it. She then gasped as the amulet was revealed. It was a glowing turquoise moon with a metal crescent wrapped around the side. “Oh my gosh! It’s sooo beautiful. I’m in love!” She took each side of the chain in her fingers and pulled it around her neck to latch it on. “Thank you so much! I feel like a fairy or maybe even a mermaid wearing something like this… It’s so magical!” She wrapped her hands around it with adoration.
He smiled and heaved a slight sigh. At least he had picked out something good. “It’s a relief to know you like it. I had a feeling it would be a nice gift. It even matches mine!” He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a necklace with a simple silver chain and a silver brace holding the crystal in place. He showed it to her before pushing it back under his clothes. He felt himself fumble with his hands slightly, his body feeling fuzzier with the passage of the shots through his system. “It certainly is feeling a lot warmer in here…” He glanced around for a brief moment to see if he had driven Ariella away entirely before looking again to Anastasia with a smile. “If I am ever being too bold for your liking you are also welcome to tell me. I won’t get mad or act offended or anything like that.”
Anastasia smiled seeing that they were matching. She gently touched his necklace when he had displayed it to her with curiosity. “Hmm… Maybe I like bold.” She said suggestively and giggled. Now that he mentioned it, she did feel rather overheated. As time ticked by, it had felt hotter and hotter in the room. But it wasn’t like she was in many layers being that it was summer. She glanced around the room until she spotted a fan on a nearby table. Anastasia leaned over and asked the woman at the table if she could borrow it for a moment. The woman was quite agreeable, so she took the fan and began to wave it at Farim. “Does this help?”
Farim felt the cool breeze coming from the fan as the Princess fanned him. He couldn’t help but giggle and flush slightly (more than the alcohol was making him) as he felt the slight bit of pampering from his friend. “Oh why thank you, dear. You are too kind! Would you like me to fan you?” He coyly asked as he held his hand out to request the fan.
“Yes!” Anastasia handed the fan to him and waited eagerly.
His hand grasped the fan, letting it spread out with a flick of his fingers. With a single hand he began flicking the fan up and down to send small bursts of refreshing air toward her. He couldn’t help but keep a smile as he thought about the image of this. They were the fanciest-looking group in the entire building and were definitely the goofiest, but Farim did not mind one bit. He simply lived in the moment with his two friends, and that was more than enough for him. “Does this help you, Princess? Although I doubt no amount of fanning could stop you from being hot.” He chuckled, perhaps too loudly as he kept fanning her.
Ariella looked behind her shoulder to the loud chuckle coming from her friend’s table. Farim and Ana giggling and being silly. She sighed lightly but a smile spread on her face. She was happy for her friend, she wasn’t sad that clearly the emotions were strong between them but more so that it was so hard to find company that she could enjoy. She turned back around giving them more time to giggle amongst themselves. Thankfully she still had her book.
Latrell took a moment, looking at his drink and sipping on the ale. It was a rather bitter taste followed by a soothing wash down his throat. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was, and while ale wouldn't quench it entirely, it certainly helped. His hand flicked the pencil back into his hand as the other reached behind him to put his companion Buki onto the table. The tiny robot whirred with extra life as he felt the touch of his maker's hand. The dim blue lights in his eyes shone to a more vibrant sky blue as its voice vibrated through the air.
"OH! MORE FRIENDS! WAIT....SAME FRIENDS! BUKI HERE! BUKI LOVES TO HELP! BUKI CAN....UHHH....WHAT WERE THE FANCY WORDS, SIR?"
With a pause to sip his ale again, Latrell flicked his pencil over the side of his notebook, the pages landing on what looked like a schematic for Buki. It was incredibly detailed, each part of him laid out and described. There was a purpose for every piece of the robot, and Latrell put the drink down to motion to various areas as he explained.
"Right, so you already know the name. Latrell Godfrey. Nothing too crazy to be repertoire other than I have a habit of fixing things, causing problems, and then fixing those problems. Where I lack physical strength I have plenty of mental prowess and enough dexterity to dodge a swinging sword. So if you need something made, I'm your man. This here, is my partner in crime, Buki. He is a versatile tool of mine that is able to become...a variety of things. Namely a crossbow so I can actually inflict some significant damage to a creature and deliver powerful shocks to their nervous system with his bolts. But Buki can also be a pen, a light source, a battery, in some rare cases armor for small parts of the body, a recon drone, you name it. Between the two of us we should have your niche needs for surveillance or control while you all get to look flashy and strong in front of the big bad." He let out a chuckle before returning his notebook to the fresh page he had been working on. A brief examination of the schematic showed what looked like an elongated stick with various attachments and mechnical additions. The words "gunpowder", "magic", "fire", and "range" were the most prominent on the paper. Some quick sketches and a few scribbled notes were added before he finished his thought.
"I do believe that's most if not all of the introductions out of the way. We all seem fairly capable. Do we want to set out to find this lizard man at first light tomorrow?"
"OH! MORE FRIENDS! WAIT....SAME FRIENDS! BUKI HERE! BUKI LOVES TO HELP! BUKI CAN....UHHH....WHAT WERE THE FANCY WORDS, SIR?"
With a pause to sip his ale again, Latrell flicked his pencil over the side of his notebook, the pages landing on what looked like a schematic for Buki. It was incredibly detailed, each part of him laid out and described. There was a purpose for every piece of the robot, and Latrell put the drink down to motion to various areas as he explained.
"Right, so you already know the name. Latrell Godfrey. Nothing too crazy to be repertoire other than I have a habit of fixing things, causing problems, and then fixing those problems. Where I lack physical strength I have plenty of mental prowess and enough dexterity to dodge a swinging sword. So if you need something made, I'm your man. This here, is my partner in crime, Buki. He is a versatile tool of mine that is able to become...a variety of things. Namely a crossbow so I can actually inflict some significant damage to a creature and deliver powerful shocks to their nervous system with his bolts. But Buki can also be a pen, a light source, a battery, in some rare cases armor for small parts of the body, a recon drone, you name it. Between the two of us we should have your niche needs for surveillance or control while you all get to look flashy and strong in front of the big bad." He let out a chuckle before returning his notebook to the fresh page he had been working on. A brief examination of the schematic showed what looked like an elongated stick with various attachments and mechnical additions. The words "gunpowder", "magic", "fire", and "range" were the most prominent on the paper. Some quick sketches and a few scribbled notes were added before he finished his thought.
"I do believe that's most if not all of the introductions out of the way. We all seem fairly capable. Do we want to set out to find this lizard man at first light tomorrow?"
Farim
Location: Park of Sorian
Time: 1pm
Mentions: Anastasia @princess, Layla @Potter, Nahir @Rodiak, Saiya @Tae, and Dali @Ojo chan 42
Layla turned to watch her cousin Dali and Saiya approach while Princess Anastasia took her leave. It was a surprise to find Dali here and she had to do a double take at first to make sure it was him; however it was not surprising to find him with Saiya. She eyed them both with a haughty smirk and then ushered them over.
Once they approached, she greeted them. "Looks like we've all had the same idea today. Hello you two. Just in time to see Nahir and I show these stuffy Caesonians how it's done with our Alidasht intuition.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder while Zilal leaned forward to greet them both with a flick of his tongue. ”Not as exciting as our festivals at home, but the entertainment will do.”
"As-salaam 'alykum, it is good to see you both here." Nahir smiled their way, her eyes lingering on Saiya before she turned her attention back to Layla with a smile. "We have yet to explore much of the festival, but I am sure we all can find something that will meet our expectations. Hopefully." The day was still young, and the promise of adventure still dangled over them.
Saiya hadn’t missed the lingering glance of Nahir and she met her dear friend with a happy smile. She would have to put aside some time today to sit and talk with Nahir some more, perhaps inform her of her discussions with the princes since she hadn’t gotten a chance to speak with her since the night before. She was curious what Nahir might have been up to since then other than the craziness that had happened at the after party.
Farim stood amidst his family and wore a rather large grin on his face, stretching from ear to ear. He crossed his arms and listened to them talk about their plans, thinking on what he might be doing for the rest of the day. ”I am happy to see you all here. When was the last time we were together like this, eh? I think some more festival-going will be fun. I am slightly concerned about the princess seeing as she ran off just after all that noise.” He pauses, then looks to Thara who had perched onto his shoulder after Anastasia had left. He reaches over to stroke the side of her head with his finger, causing her to coo softly.
”Saiya, Dali, what brings you to this park today? Knowing my brother it is likely the work of the gods, much to my pleasure. Saiya, are you done with all your tasks for today? Do you have some time for a little fun?”
Layla glanced around at everyone, then eyed Nahir with a mischievous smirk. The stall owner was excited by the many faces, but looked frazzled that the games weren’t being played. "Well. It's nice to see you all but Nahir and I have some gossip to attend to. We’ll see you later!”
Nahir smiled at the group, ”Wada’an, I have fun in the festival.” She glanced at Saiya again, before turning with Layla and leaving the group. She’d have to seek out Saiya later in the day in private.
Saiya’s gaze fell on Layla, giving her a soft smile now as well before dipping her head in a small bow. ”Ma’a salama, you two. Be wary with whatever that commotion was.” She said to both Layla and Nahir, having a sneaking suspicion that they may be curious and go poking around. She wouldn’t stop them, however, as she knew she really couldn’t.
Her attention turned back to Farim now, her body language relaxing as she was glad to find none of them in harm's way. Where were Mayet and Munir though? Gods above, she certainly hoped they weren’t in any trouble. ”Ah yes, I do believe most of my tasks have been completed for the day. I spent the morning at the prince’s court and actually met a lovely person while there. Then I decided to come try to find you and your cousins when I ran into Dali, which was a welcome surprise!” She said in response to her friend as she glanced up at Dali, arm still linked with his. ”I believe fun is most welcome, at least for me.”
It was indeed a proper family reunion. So many faces, so many futures and fates intertwining. Tangling with one another until knots were formed that could not be undone. The gods had truly send him well, as he was sure one or two of these people here would need his help or a soft guiding hand.
He looked after the Princess that had just ran away from them, and he had to admit. He was a little bit touched by her kindness. Fetching food for her guards,she had a gentle heart. "Inshallas, it is so very good to see you all here today. I have much to tell you all about my travels. And I have even more stories to listen to. I am curious about the paths the gods have made you walk during these years." He chimed happily.
The noises had long ago faded away and he found himself back into his usual carefree groove. Saiya could probably feel his tens arm relax now. "If you wish for some fun habibi, how about we show these people some proper entertainment. Does anyone here know a sword dance?" He asked enthusiastically and pulled his shoulder bag to the front. He rummaged through it before pulling something out with a triumphant expression. He held his phungi flute in his hands.
Farim looked on as his cousins decided to head off and attend their “gossip”. He shrugged a little and waved them off with a gentle hand motion. ”Well a surprise this certainly is! And as for a dance…” Farim thinks for a moment before reaching under his robes, just at the sash and pulls his scabbard from its spot on his hip. The weapon he had under his sash was a medium sized scabbard, boasting a bright red ruby in its hilt with a gold coating along the scabbard. Within it housed his special shortsword, one he rarely had the opportunity to use. He slowly curled his fingers over the hilt of the blade, looked up towards Saiya and smirked. ”Perhaps you would like to share a dance then, my friend? Dali here is pretty good on that flute of his!” He pulled his blade from its scabbard, a fine sheen to the blade that almost seemed….longer than it should be. Its weird appearance did not take much from its craftsmanship as he checked it over and slid it back into its sheath. ”Yup! Still clean and ready to be shown off!”
The prospect of two of her favorite things at once had Saiya letting go of Dali's arm and moving towards Farim. She boldly snatched Farim's sword from him, a playful smirk on her lips as she did so. "Then let's show it off." She said, taking a moment as she admired the fine blade before turning back to Dali. "It may not be exactly what you had in mind, but I do have a dance that is sure to impress." She said as she pulled the blade from the scabbard and prepared for a dance. She looked to Farim once more, smirk still in place. "I trust you can follow along?"
Dali had that sad puppy expression when Saiya let go of his arm. Which did not last all that long as he was about to see two of his most cherished persons, do a dance together. He blew on his flute a few times, seeing if it was still in tune after being exposed to salt air. It sounded fine, and like the secret showman he was, Dali rushed forwards towards the crowd. "When the wind turns and blows in from the south, it brings with it a sand cloud. Hidden far away by desert sand, is a mysterious and colourfull land. Full of swords and full of power, behold this warrior and a desert flower" He rhymed and hyped up the crowds by clapping his hands and running around. Herding people to form a circle. He son and twirled a bit, his flute clashed underneath his armpit, clapping and attracting attention.
Ladies, gentlemen and everything in between. Come here and behold to be seen. The great sword of Alishasht, the master of spices and the sea. The warrior only second to the gods , the great Shezadi, Farim!" he hyped the crowds some more before gesturing to Saiya. " and there she is, the desert flower, the swan is in her movement and the morning in her smile. All the roses in the garden, do bow and ask for pardon, for not one can match the beauty of the queen of sword and dance " Dali the showman was peeking out so very obviously. He always had a knack for attracting people and addressing crowds
"They will perform for you, a dance so dangerous and mysterious it will captivate you. And your humble musician will provide the tune" Dali did not need to be the main attraction here, he simply enjoyed spreading joy and could not wait to get started. So he placed the flute on his lips and began to play. A fast paced tune with lashings in the tunes and gentle caresses dancing in between the notes.
Farim looked on as he watched his sister eye his blade and flaunt it in her hands. He knew that she would prove to be deadly with the weapon in her hands, but the point of their little show was to dance. And that was something he certainly loved to do, and could definitely provide the entertainment that Dali was advertising. He slowly paced around Saiya as Dali gathered the crowd. ”Well it seems we are to give the people a show, friend. I know you won’t disappoint.” He winked, and as Dali began to start his tune, he quickly danced around Saiya as she stood with his sword. His hand held her hand with the blade in it, pointing it up and bringing his free hand to chuck the sheath off the blade.He released her hand, spun his body and bowed in front of her, taking her hand and looking up. ”After you!”
”You both certainly know how to make things interesting!” Saiya chuckled and twirled the sword gracefully in her hand. She then began to sway to the rhythm of Dali's tune, the sword becoming an extension of her body as she moved. The crowd was captivated by the display of skill and grace, cheering as she executed a series of fluid movements with the blade. Saiya movements were becoming more and more intricate as she moved in perfect synchronization with Farim. It was clear that they were not only siblings, but also partners in their art. ”Let's give them a show they’ll never forget…” Saiya whispered with a grin, as they both erupted into a series of flashy, high-energy moves, the sword glinting in the light as they danced.
Farim merely followed her lead, but he made sure every movement of his legs, arms, torso, and feet were all perfectly efficient. Not a single ounce of momentum was lost as he spun, pivoted, and leapt to where it matched her movements. He made sure to match her moves, but as she paused to suggest “giving a show”, he smiled and took the lead for a moment. He slipped the sword from her hand, plunging it into the ground in front of them. Then, he flipped her around to face him with a grin on his face. ”Trust me, desert rose.” He said before leaning down to pull on her leg, prompting her to begin a cartwheel maneuver. He made sure she stayed upright as he guided her body through several cartwheels, rotating on his feet to keep pace with her agile movements. As she finished yet another spin of her body, he helped her stand back on her feet, his arm now wrapped behind her back as they began to finish the dance. He would normally end things there, however, the dance they were doing usually ended in a kiss. In his intense focus, he mimicked this action, giving her a slightly drawn out kiss in the park before leaning back up. He raised an eyebrow, leaning in to whisper to her. ”How’s that for a show?” He spoke as if he was unaware of the completely bold move he just pulled.
Saiya's lips burned and tingled as she stared up at Farim for a long moment. The world around her spun and she could barely hear the gasps, applause, and cheers of the audience and her heart pounded loudly in her ears. Panic. She felt panic. She slowly let go of Farim, her eyes now drifting to Dali and then the rest of the crowd before falling to the ground as she backed away. "I…e-excuse me, I just remembered something I need to do. Thank you for the fun, both of you " She said before turning and fleeing into the crowd, being sure to avoid either men grabbing her. In seconds, Saiya seemed to disappear into the shadows to leave the brothers alone on their stage with the whispers and cheering of people.
Once they approached, she greeted them. "Looks like we've all had the same idea today. Hello you two. Just in time to see Nahir and I show these stuffy Caesonians how it's done with our Alidasht intuition.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder while Zilal leaned forward to greet them both with a flick of his tongue. ”Not as exciting as our festivals at home, but the entertainment will do.”
"As-salaam 'alykum, it is good to see you both here." Nahir smiled their way, her eyes lingering on Saiya before she turned her attention back to Layla with a smile. "We have yet to explore much of the festival, but I am sure we all can find something that will meet our expectations. Hopefully." The day was still young, and the promise of adventure still dangled over them.
Saiya hadn’t missed the lingering glance of Nahir and she met her dear friend with a happy smile. She would have to put aside some time today to sit and talk with Nahir some more, perhaps inform her of her discussions with the princes since she hadn’t gotten a chance to speak with her since the night before. She was curious what Nahir might have been up to since then other than the craziness that had happened at the after party.
Farim stood amidst his family and wore a rather large grin on his face, stretching from ear to ear. He crossed his arms and listened to them talk about their plans, thinking on what he might be doing for the rest of the day. ”I am happy to see you all here. When was the last time we were together like this, eh? I think some more festival-going will be fun. I am slightly concerned about the princess seeing as she ran off just after all that noise.” He pauses, then looks to Thara who had perched onto his shoulder after Anastasia had left. He reaches over to stroke the side of her head with his finger, causing her to coo softly.
”Saiya, Dali, what brings you to this park today? Knowing my brother it is likely the work of the gods, much to my pleasure. Saiya, are you done with all your tasks for today? Do you have some time for a little fun?”
Layla glanced around at everyone, then eyed Nahir with a mischievous smirk. The stall owner was excited by the many faces, but looked frazzled that the games weren’t being played. "Well. It's nice to see you all but Nahir and I have some gossip to attend to. We’ll see you later!”
Nahir smiled at the group, ”Wada’an, I have fun in the festival.” She glanced at Saiya again, before turning with Layla and leaving the group. She’d have to seek out Saiya later in the day in private.
Saiya’s gaze fell on Layla, giving her a soft smile now as well before dipping her head in a small bow. ”Ma’a salama, you two. Be wary with whatever that commotion was.” She said to both Layla and Nahir, having a sneaking suspicion that they may be curious and go poking around. She wouldn’t stop them, however, as she knew she really couldn’t.
Her attention turned back to Farim now, her body language relaxing as she was glad to find none of them in harm's way. Where were Mayet and Munir though? Gods above, she certainly hoped they weren’t in any trouble. ”Ah yes, I do believe most of my tasks have been completed for the day. I spent the morning at the prince’s court and actually met a lovely person while there. Then I decided to come try to find you and your cousins when I ran into Dali, which was a welcome surprise!” She said in response to her friend as she glanced up at Dali, arm still linked with his. ”I believe fun is most welcome, at least for me.”
It was indeed a proper family reunion. So many faces, so many futures and fates intertwining. Tangling with one another until knots were formed that could not be undone. The gods had truly send him well, as he was sure one or two of these people here would need his help or a soft guiding hand.
He looked after the Princess that had just ran away from them, and he had to admit. He was a little bit touched by her kindness. Fetching food for her guards,she had a gentle heart. "Inshallas, it is so very good to see you all here today. I have much to tell you all about my travels. And I have even more stories to listen to. I am curious about the paths the gods have made you walk during these years." He chimed happily.
The noises had long ago faded away and he found himself back into his usual carefree groove. Saiya could probably feel his tens arm relax now. "If you wish for some fun habibi, how about we show these people some proper entertainment. Does anyone here know a sword dance?" He asked enthusiastically and pulled his shoulder bag to the front. He rummaged through it before pulling something out with a triumphant expression. He held his phungi flute in his hands.
Farim looked on as his cousins decided to head off and attend their “gossip”. He shrugged a little and waved them off with a gentle hand motion. ”Well a surprise this certainly is! And as for a dance…” Farim thinks for a moment before reaching under his robes, just at the sash and pulls his scabbard from its spot on his hip. The weapon he had under his sash was a medium sized scabbard, boasting a bright red ruby in its hilt with a gold coating along the scabbard. Within it housed his special shortsword, one he rarely had the opportunity to use. He slowly curled his fingers over the hilt of the blade, looked up towards Saiya and smirked. ”Perhaps you would like to share a dance then, my friend? Dali here is pretty good on that flute of his!” He pulled his blade from its scabbard, a fine sheen to the blade that almost seemed….longer than it should be. Its weird appearance did not take much from its craftsmanship as he checked it over and slid it back into its sheath. ”Yup! Still clean and ready to be shown off!”
The prospect of two of her favorite things at once had Saiya letting go of Dali's arm and moving towards Farim. She boldly snatched Farim's sword from him, a playful smirk on her lips as she did so. "Then let's show it off." She said, taking a moment as she admired the fine blade before turning back to Dali. "It may not be exactly what you had in mind, but I do have a dance that is sure to impress." She said as she pulled the blade from the scabbard and prepared for a dance. She looked to Farim once more, smirk still in place. "I trust you can follow along?"
Dali had that sad puppy expression when Saiya let go of his arm. Which did not last all that long as he was about to see two of his most cherished persons, do a dance together. He blew on his flute a few times, seeing if it was still in tune after being exposed to salt air. It sounded fine, and like the secret showman he was, Dali rushed forwards towards the crowd. "When the wind turns and blows in from the south, it brings with it a sand cloud. Hidden far away by desert sand, is a mysterious and colourfull land. Full of swords and full of power, behold this warrior and a desert flower" He rhymed and hyped up the crowds by clapping his hands and running around. Herding people to form a circle. He son and twirled a bit, his flute clashed underneath his armpit, clapping and attracting attention.
Ladies, gentlemen and everything in between. Come here and behold to be seen. The great sword of Alishasht, the master of spices and the sea. The warrior only second to the gods , the great Shezadi, Farim!" he hyped the crowds some more before gesturing to Saiya. " and there she is, the desert flower, the swan is in her movement and the morning in her smile. All the roses in the garden, do bow and ask for pardon, for not one can match the beauty of the queen of sword and dance " Dali the showman was peeking out so very obviously. He always had a knack for attracting people and addressing crowds
"They will perform for you, a dance so dangerous and mysterious it will captivate you. And your humble musician will provide the tune" Dali did not need to be the main attraction here, he simply enjoyed spreading joy and could not wait to get started. So he placed the flute on his lips and began to play. A fast paced tune with lashings in the tunes and gentle caresses dancing in between the notes.
Farim looked on as he watched his sister eye his blade and flaunt it in her hands. He knew that she would prove to be deadly with the weapon in her hands, but the point of their little show was to dance. And that was something he certainly loved to do, and could definitely provide the entertainment that Dali was advertising. He slowly paced around Saiya as Dali gathered the crowd. ”Well it seems we are to give the people a show, friend. I know you won’t disappoint.” He winked, and as Dali began to start his tune, he quickly danced around Saiya as she stood with his sword. His hand held her hand with the blade in it, pointing it up and bringing his free hand to chuck the sheath off the blade.He released her hand, spun his body and bowed in front of her, taking her hand and looking up. ”After you!”
”You both certainly know how to make things interesting!” Saiya chuckled and twirled the sword gracefully in her hand. She then began to sway to the rhythm of Dali's tune, the sword becoming an extension of her body as she moved. The crowd was captivated by the display of skill and grace, cheering as she executed a series of fluid movements with the blade. Saiya movements were becoming more and more intricate as she moved in perfect synchronization with Farim. It was clear that they were not only siblings, but also partners in their art. ”Let's give them a show they’ll never forget…” Saiya whispered with a grin, as they both erupted into a series of flashy, high-energy moves, the sword glinting in the light as they danced.
Farim merely followed her lead, but he made sure every movement of his legs, arms, torso, and feet were all perfectly efficient. Not a single ounce of momentum was lost as he spun, pivoted, and leapt to where it matched her movements. He made sure to match her moves, but as she paused to suggest “giving a show”, he smiled and took the lead for a moment. He slipped the sword from her hand, plunging it into the ground in front of them. Then, he flipped her around to face him with a grin on his face. ”Trust me, desert rose.” He said before leaning down to pull on her leg, prompting her to begin a cartwheel maneuver. He made sure she stayed upright as he guided her body through several cartwheels, rotating on his feet to keep pace with her agile movements. As she finished yet another spin of her body, he helped her stand back on her feet, his arm now wrapped behind her back as they began to finish the dance. He would normally end things there, however, the dance they were doing usually ended in a kiss. In his intense focus, he mimicked this action, giving her a slightly drawn out kiss in the park before leaning back up. He raised an eyebrow, leaning in to whisper to her. ”How’s that for a show?” He spoke as if he was unaware of the completely bold move he just pulled.
Saiya's lips burned and tingled as she stared up at Farim for a long moment. The world around her spun and she could barely hear the gasps, applause, and cheers of the audience and her heart pounded loudly in her ears. Panic. She felt panic. She slowly let go of Farim, her eyes now drifting to Dali and then the rest of the crowd before falling to the ground as she backed away. "I…e-excuse me, I just remembered something I need to do. Thank you for the fun, both of you " She said before turning and fleeing into the crowd, being sure to avoid either men grabbing her. In seconds, Saiya seemed to disappear into the shadows to leave the brothers alone on their stage with the whispers and cheering of people.
Farim
Location: Park of Sorian
Time: 12pm
Mentions: Anastasia @princess, Layla @Potter, Nahir @Rodiak, Saiya @Tae, and Dali @Ojo chan 42
Farim could not help but smirk with confidence at his choice. He had redeemed himself in the eyes of his new friend, Anastasia as well as done an impressive little trick to his two cousins. He looked over the four prizes, finding himself stuck with the decision as each prize was something either he or his company would deeply enjoy. His gaze went down to the bear with a yellow ribbon still on the hip of his belt. He smiles and nods slowly as he speaks up. "As much as I would love to get all four of the gifts for you all, I must make a choice. My cousins, thank you for your compliments, but I was given a gift earlier, so it is only fair if I were to return the favor. It would be unbecoming of the Trade Prince to be indebt to someone." He winked at Anastasia as he turned to the stall owner. "The bear please. For this beautiful lady over here." He would then hold out a hand, accepting the bear from the Game Master and pacing over to Anastasia. With a slight bow he offers her the bear in his hand. "I find this to be quite the even trade, don't you?" He smiled, but his attention was immediately caught elsewhere as a errant noises seemed to sound across the park.
The sound of chaos and property damage were all too clear to him, but he felt that running towards the source would make a scene. As he read the room around him, no one seemed particularly worried. This put him at ease, but he still felt the need to at least address it. "Anastasia...I hope everything is okay? Is that something we should be worried about, my friend?" He would take a moment to pause before gesturing over to Nahir and Layla. "Otherwise, perhaps my two talented cousins can show off some more of that Alidasht intuition? Or I could always just try my luck once more~." He spoke with a confident flair in his voice. Yet again, however, something else caught his attention. A face he had not seen in a long time. He clasped Anastasia's hands together with the bear, and grinned with excitement. "Here. He shall be your new friend in honor of our meeting this day."
He let her hold the bear and turned to the familiar pair that had come to them. Almost as if a wind billowed from behind the both of them to usher them to him. He raised his arms and approached his long lost brother and his dear friend who had been missing from todays activites until now. "As-salaam alaikum, my brother! It has been too long since I have seen you!" Farim couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle at the family reunion happening here in the park. He reached his arms out and gave Dali a hug. "And you brought Saiya too! She must have been up to some mischief no doubt?" Farim said with a chuckle before turning back to the group he had been with.
"Look here! We have so much of the Shehazdi gathered. It's almost a proper family reunion, haha!." Farim chuckled once more, bringing the two closer to the group. "We were just playing some games and enjoying the festivities. But there were some loud noises earlier. Nothing that either of you spurred on, I hope?" Farim paused, giving everyone ample time to talk amongst themselves before he would speak again.
"What does everyone have in plan for today, hm? I bet you all have all kinds of interesting things to do and places to be! Especially you, Dali. Wallah, I hardly thought you of all people would be here this season! It is great to see you!" Farim's colorful and cheerful manner only multiplied as he saw more of his cousins and siblings. It was a sight he didn't get to see often. His constant travelling and working away from the palace had made him rather distant and detached from family happenings. This attendance to this season's court was just as much a chance to see his family again as it was to...well...court. He relished the chance to see them all and looked about to hear their various plans.
The sound of chaos and property damage were all too clear to him, but he felt that running towards the source would make a scene. As he read the room around him, no one seemed particularly worried. This put him at ease, but he still felt the need to at least address it. "Anastasia...I hope everything is okay? Is that something we should be worried about, my friend?" He would take a moment to pause before gesturing over to Nahir and Layla. "Otherwise, perhaps my two talented cousins can show off some more of that Alidasht intuition? Or I could always just try my luck once more~." He spoke with a confident flair in his voice. Yet again, however, something else caught his attention. A face he had not seen in a long time. He clasped Anastasia's hands together with the bear, and grinned with excitement. "Here. He shall be your new friend in honor of our meeting this day."
He let her hold the bear and turned to the familiar pair that had come to them. Almost as if a wind billowed from behind the both of them to usher them to him. He raised his arms and approached his long lost brother and his dear friend who had been missing from todays activites until now. "As-salaam alaikum, my brother! It has been too long since I have seen you!" Farim couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle at the family reunion happening here in the park. He reached his arms out and gave Dali a hug. "And you brought Saiya too! She must have been up to some mischief no doubt?" Farim said with a chuckle before turning back to the group he had been with.
"Look here! We have so much of the Shehazdi gathered. It's almost a proper family reunion, haha!." Farim chuckled once more, bringing the two closer to the group. "We were just playing some games and enjoying the festivities. But there were some loud noises earlier. Nothing that either of you spurred on, I hope?" Farim paused, giving everyone ample time to talk amongst themselves before he would speak again.
"What does everyone have in plan for today, hm? I bet you all have all kinds of interesting things to do and places to be! Especially you, Dali. Wallah, I hardly thought you of all people would be here this season! It is great to see you!" Farim's colorful and cheerful manner only multiplied as he saw more of his cousins and siblings. It was a sight he didn't get to see often. His constant travelling and working away from the palace had made him rather distant and detached from family happenings. This attendance to this season's court was just as much a chance to see his family again as it was to...well...court. He relished the chance to see them all and looked about to hear their various plans.
So much happened in such a quick span of time. Firstly, Latrell noticed a large muscle-bound man approaching Buki with an extremely pointed finger. His companion hopped shoulders before he could be poked, as if to avoid being touched by something gross. His eyes and mouth shifted gears into a frown as the man seemed incredibly displeased with the mechanical creature's existence. Latrell noticed this and raised an eyebrow to the man. "You don't seem to quite understand what you're looking at. Not that I really expect you to, but trust me when I say he's a valuable asset to us all. And if you want to fight magic with science, then so am I." Everyone seemed so much in a rust it began to annoy him.
Latrell watched as everyone bickered and forced their own thoughts and impressions on the situation. He knew saying more would only add to the chaos but he couldn't help but internally argue. You all just want to blindly trust 9 other individuals without even so much as a single conversation? God you all are so prude. Acting like small talk will kill you guys or something. Latrell simply gave a nod after the folks discussed their approaches and opinions on what to fight. Before he could muster much of an opinion of his own, however, the group as a whole were rushed out of the castle proper and onto the streets. He huffed slightly at the whole situation.
As the group meandered to the nearby tavern, he sat at a large table and witnessed Versle order a round of drinks and challenge Adelaide to a drinking contest. He smirked a little, finding the social game of theirs to be fun to watch. He pulled a small book of his from his backpack and laid it on the table in front of him. A small lead pencil then appeared seemingly from nowhere as he began to write small notes and begin light sketches and doodles. He absent-mindedly worked on his sketches as the two began to drink. The question Versle has asked him before had definitely stuck on his mind, making him want to deliver an answer. What would he do if presented with so much raw power he couldn't simply "shoot" from afar. Well the only logical answer is to fight back with all the power he could muster. But his body was not anywhere near the level of some "lizard guard" or "muscle-head". So he began to think up something of an exo-skeleton. Something light yet powerful enough to launch a punch well over 5 times his normal punching strength.
His attention however, comes up as he realizes that he stayed silent for far too long. "Oh I suppose I never gave a proper answer to the whole 'who do we want to kill' conundrum. Whatever we go for we should try to prepare counter-measures. I feel like either or is a fine target. But if I'm being honest the lizard will likely require the most simple counter rather than the magical 'bruja'. " He paused between his words, putting down his pencil and looking at those standing and sitting. "Thoughts? Questions? Concerns? Comments?"
Latrell watched as everyone bickered and forced their own thoughts and impressions on the situation. He knew saying more would only add to the chaos but he couldn't help but internally argue. You all just want to blindly trust 9 other individuals without even so much as a single conversation? God you all are so prude. Acting like small talk will kill you guys or something. Latrell simply gave a nod after the folks discussed their approaches and opinions on what to fight. Before he could muster much of an opinion of his own, however, the group as a whole were rushed out of the castle proper and onto the streets. He huffed slightly at the whole situation.
As the group meandered to the nearby tavern, he sat at a large table and witnessed Versle order a round of drinks and challenge Adelaide to a drinking contest. He smirked a little, finding the social game of theirs to be fun to watch. He pulled a small book of his from his backpack and laid it on the table in front of him. A small lead pencil then appeared seemingly from nowhere as he began to write small notes and begin light sketches and doodles. He absent-mindedly worked on his sketches as the two began to drink. The question Versle has asked him before had definitely stuck on his mind, making him want to deliver an answer. What would he do if presented with so much raw power he couldn't simply "shoot" from afar. Well the only logical answer is to fight back with all the power he could muster. But his body was not anywhere near the level of some "lizard guard" or "muscle-head". So he began to think up something of an exo-skeleton. Something light yet powerful enough to launch a punch well over 5 times his normal punching strength.
His attention however, comes up as he realizes that he stayed silent for far too long. "Oh I suppose I never gave a proper answer to the whole 'who do we want to kill' conundrum. Whatever we go for we should try to prepare counter-measures. I feel like either or is a fine target. But if I'm being honest the lizard will likely require the most simple counter rather than the magical 'bruja'. " He paused between his words, putting down his pencil and looking at those standing and sitting. "Thoughts? Questions? Concerns? Comments?"
Farim
Location: Park of Sorian
Time: 11am
Mentions: Anastasia @princess, Layla @Potter, and Nahir @Rodiak
The arms of the 4 of them were linked into an equally impressive and somewhat clumsy looking daisy-chain of royalty. Their pace at first was a bit mis-matched but quickly Farim found himself matching their strides, his smile never waning as they approached the game stand. The four made their grand entrance in front of the several others who were interested in watching this game unfold. Many found this game to be somewhat of a scam, but Farim knew his way around this game back home. At least, that is what he hoped. Every nation had their own spin on this, and immediately he could see what set Caessonia apart from others.
The addition of the several coins made it slightly different to track. 12 moving glints rather than 1 were considerably harder. As the game-keeper made their quip about Farim going first, he stepped forward with a smirk, unhooking his arms for a moment to give him the chance to focus on the game. "Well, I am happy to be breaking the ice so the ladies can have a better shot at seeing through the game." He gave the woman a nod as she started to shuffle the coins. His eyes darted around, looking for the precise and deliberate movements she made. It was a blur to him, but he felt that he made out most of her tricky moves. The final piece of the puzzle was the slight sound of the coins shuffling under the cups. He took a moment to listen for the most subtle difference in volume between the cups. As he found himself satisfied with his mental choice, he addressed the three women behind him.
"So, my three divine and radiant friend and family~. Before I choose, I must ask..." He turned his head back towards Nahir as he spoke again. "You said you wanted a white bunny? That is quite adorable, cousin. And duly noted." He then turned towards Anastasia. "Princess, I believe you were looking for big bears, or simply anything large and fluffy? He turned his upper body then to look towards Layla. "And for you...what is it that you would like?" He asked with a slight eyebrow raise and smile. His arm slowly lifted and after a comically long dramatic pause, Farim's finger pointed to the center cup. He knew this entire show could either pay off big or make him look the fool. But he was a gambling man, and he could not sway himself from his nature. "The center cup is my choice, game master."
The addition of the several coins made it slightly different to track. 12 moving glints rather than 1 were considerably harder. As the game-keeper made their quip about Farim going first, he stepped forward with a smirk, unhooking his arms for a moment to give him the chance to focus on the game. "Well, I am happy to be breaking the ice so the ladies can have a better shot at seeing through the game." He gave the woman a nod as she started to shuffle the coins. His eyes darted around, looking for the precise and deliberate movements she made. It was a blur to him, but he felt that he made out most of her tricky moves. The final piece of the puzzle was the slight sound of the coins shuffling under the cups. He took a moment to listen for the most subtle difference in volume between the cups. As he found himself satisfied with his mental choice, he addressed the three women behind him.
"So, my three divine and radiant friend and family~. Before I choose, I must ask..." He turned his head back towards Nahir as he spoke again. "You said you wanted a white bunny? That is quite adorable, cousin. And duly noted." He then turned towards Anastasia. "Princess, I believe you were looking for big bears, or simply anything large and fluffy? He turned his upper body then to look towards Layla. "And for you...what is it that you would like?" He asked with a slight eyebrow raise and smile. His arm slowly lifted and after a comically long dramatic pause, Farim's finger pointed to the center cup. He knew this entire show could either pay off big or make him look the fool. But he was a gambling man, and he could not sway himself from his nature. "The center cup is my choice, game master."
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