THE FOOD COURT - Turkey Legs

Farrah swept up to the booth, easy laughter and conversation on her lips as she waited in line with @totallynotadragon for their chance to get themselves a turkey leg.

Slow roasted, lightly seasoned with a garlic herb braise, it made Farrah's mouth water. She didn't order for herself, however. Draga had said that she was paying, and usually that meant that the person paying was also the person that did the ordering. Farrah easily bounced on the heels of her boots as she looked around at everyone else, idly swinging her hobby horses back and forth.

"So, Draga, been in Isra long?" Farrah asked, her accent slipping into the way she said the city name, but otherwise non-existent on her words.

"I've moved around so much, I'm not even sure I remember where I started," the Sparrow said with a laugh. When @totallynotadragon returned with the plate of Turkey Goodness, Sparrow's mouth immediately watered and her silver eyes grew round. Mmmm~

She took the plate in her hands, and then had no problem at all crossing her booted ankles and dropping to sit down on the lush green grass near-ish to the Turkey Leg stand. She balanced the plate in the cradle of her legs, then set the hobby horse and her wooden sword by her side. An ornate flask bounced around by her hip, hanging from the belt slung around her waist where a coin purse and another pouch were situated as well.

Pushing her sleeves up her trim arms, the SParrow then lifted up the huge Turkey Leg and bit into it. A dreamy sigh fled her lips as she enjoyed the flavorful meat, then she looked at Draga. "Never miss a festival, hm? Is it always this big?" the Sparrow asked as she ate. 

(OOC: No, it's not always this big. THe festival is this big because of Ganymede Galaii , and Empress Naoki who hired the medieval-celebrity to be the new minister of arts for Isra)

The Sparrow had just been leaning in to take another massive bite of Turkey Leg... when Draga's phrasing caught the woman's attention. Details were the Sparrow's forte, and that was the second time that Draga called them 'humans' instead of 'people.' After all, didn't Draga look like a human, too?

But the Sparrow smiled. "I'm used to humans. And crowds. I just tend to keep to myself and not speak to many people." She bit into the leg and chewed on it, famished and hungry and totally aware that one Turkey Leg was not going to cut it. She ate like a bird -- which is to say, a bird easily eats 3 times its bodyweight in a day. Why humans decided to mean that eating like a bird meant eating very little was odd to the SParrow, once she'd heard the phrase used.

"So far, so good, however," the SParrow further teased Draga, accompanying it with a wink.

The Sparrow laughed at Draga's compliment, noting how the fellow blonde shifted closer to her. "You only say that because I won you the dragon," she teased, her silver eyes sparkling with her good humor. The juice and seasoning of the turkey leg seemed to make the Sparrow's lips gleam, and indeed, some grease was even smeared near her cheeks and chin. It was hard NOt to get messy eating this particular food, especially the way that Sparrow and Draga were devouring it.

The Sparrow also caught the almost-slip on the cave, but chose to ignore it, for now. Instead, she bit into the turkey leg, her focus on Draga, and then spoke from around her food. "Buuuuut...?"

The Sparrow noticed the change in Draga, the girl usually full of sunshines and smiles, or adorable pouting and tantrums. Either way, she was usually a girl full of verve, and it panged Sparrow a little that something she'd said had caused Draga to feel down.

Still, she felt awkward reaching out to touch her or pat her because both of her hands were slicked with grease and food from holding the turkey legs. "I know what you mean," the Sparrow said, genuinely understanding it. She always felt better up in the sky... or really just, UP. She was not a grounded person like Draga seemed to be.

"Sure," the Sparrow said, biting into the leg and ripping off more meat, giving a slight, audible sigh at how good it was. "They need to have the Festival all year just for these," the Sparrow suggested.

"Dragons...?" she asked from around the turkey leg, and took a moment to really look at Draga. She undoubtedly didn't know it, but the Sparrow had extensive experience with dragons -- including dragons that could change into humanoid shapes. Yet, Draga was a sweet girl, and her question seemed important, so the Sparrow set what little remained of her turkey leg back onto her plate and reached for some napkins to wipe off her hands and her face.

She swallowed down all the turkey before she spoke, so her mouth could be clear, even if her silver gaze was on the task of cleaning up her fingers, fingernails, and mouth and chin and cheeks. "Well," she said, as she gathered her wits about her. "Dragons have been some of the worst creatures I have ever encountered, slaughtering entire villages, entire cities, entire... civilizations."

There was a bit of an edge on her voice, but she took a breath, and then lifted her lashes so she could look at Draga. "But, as of recently, I have come into contact with a few dragons who seemed to challenge that. They journeyed with me on a quest, and protected me. I would not say that we are friends, still, but they helped me to see that not all dragons are beasts of annihilation."

Her head tipped to the side, blonde hair swaying over her naked shoulders, bright flowers still nestled around the crown of her head. "Why do you ask?"

"You may know a dragon, Draga?" The Sparrow asked, a brow perking on her face as she leaned in a bit with her words, silver eyes boring directly into Draga's own.

"Mmmmmmhm!" The Sparrow said as she sat back. "As I thought," the woman added on. Not that she'd totally thought it, but it helped to have Draga admit it. Something had been unique about Draga, but the Sparrow was content to play it off like she'd known all along.

"That means, then, that you have much to prove to me if we are to be friends," the Sparrow went on to tell the suddenly blushing and bashful dragon girl with her. She ate the last of her turkey leg, then pushed the plate off her lap and came to stand, wiping her fingers off on a napkin. She offered her hand to Draga to help the dragon-girl up onto her feet. "-- With a drinking game."

In truth, the Sparrow was not sure how to take this information, or what it really meant. She would need more time to think about it, but like most birds, she could distract in one direction while protecting something more valuable in another. Her silver eyes gleamed with the mischief that might be afoot, at odds with the pretty flowers in her hair.

"We'll see," the Sparrow said to Draga, dipping down to pick up her wooden sword and hobby horse, then tossing her hair back from her face, the golden strands caressing her naked shoulders.

"Come on," and she led the way to the Ale Garden.

[Exit to Ale Garden.]