The Commons - Main Entry, Casual Gathering

With her hands full of food, Draga sat on a nearby bench, eating far more than someone her size had any right to be able to do. Each bite was met with a grunt of joy at the flavor of the food as she looked around at the people talking and children playing.

Draga swallowed as SParrow spoke to her, grinning soon after.

"Yeah, I rarely get a chance to go to one of these. Food, games, people just having fun and being happy, I love human festivals! ...I mean, you know, as opposed to dwarf ones."

She moved over a little bit to give room to the new woman, picking up her food plate and placing it in her lap.

"Hey, wai-" Draga said as Sparrow pulled her to her feet, dropping the food to the ground. She let out a wail.

"noooo...my pretzels.." she moaned. For a moment she pouted before sighing and turning to Sparrow.

"Alright, crowns then! But in return, you have to win me one of those!"

Draga pointed to the hammer game and the massive stuffed dragon dolls, still taunting her due to being unable to actually win them. Never had she wanted something so much yet was denied at every opportunity. She must acquire those plushies. The world would slowly die from sorrow if she did not, for only then would people understand true happiness.

"By the way, my names Qui S- uh...Dr...a..aaaaaga. Draga. yeah." She stuttered, as if stopping herself before she said something else.

It had taken him quite a few more hours than he had anticipated to ride around from the western plains, but when eventually he came upon The Commons of the festival he found his face lifting in a way it had not done for quite some time. Magnificent! Extraordinary! Now THIS was a festival, a party of the times and the people; a glorious meander towards drink, games, food and all sorts of merrymaking that he so adored. Kelmaer was not a man of self-restraint, for hedonism was his blood and enjoyment was one of his many goals in life and what he saw there on the grounds of the Prospernalia Festival made him raise his arms to the heavens and yell in excitement.

He lowered his dark blue, gold-patterned hood and left his horse at the nearest stables, taking with him his satchel of colourful potions and a leather purse full of coins that he hoped would be accepted as valid currency.

He was overwhelmed, looking as people came to and fro', running past and around and sometimes almost through him in their excitement to taste every part of this festival on offer. "Games?" He repeated to himself, after hearing one individual speak of such things. "Yes! Glorious games! I will best each of them!"

He took a bright purple potion, unscrewed the bottle top and then took a hefty sip that made his eyes momentarily change colour. He groaned in satisfaction, then put it away and moved off to explore.

Behind Bella walked Kelly, wearing her normal bandit attire, doing her best to keep up with the surprisingly fast, happy dwarf. It was her first festival ever. She rarely entered the city before this and never wanted to go to a place crawling with guards. Yet, ever since Bella hired h er she has felt more comfortable going into public. If anything, she was blushing at how gorgeous Bella looked in her new dress.

As Bella headed for ring tossing, Kelly followed silently.

The enchantress arrived at the festival in a gown of orange. Her golden hair was not let to hang loose like so many maids around her, but instead was tucked up as it usually was, tendrils left to frame her handsome face. The sun was out and the weather was perfect, so she took a chance and wore a sleeveless gown of orange, a unique color that not many else would wear, but that seemed to work on the modiste. 



The gown was enchanted to make her feel younger, lifting her heart a little from where it threatened to sink low in her chest. The laughing children made her ache keenly for Odette, and she watched as a few of them played, walking forward without watching where she was going when she ran into @kiera .

Genevieve gasped, and was immediately apologetic, reaching out with one hand to lightly hold onto Kiera's shoulder. "I am so sorry," she spoke, her voice accented with Gauldish. "My deep apologies, have I hurt you?"

Genevieve was caught for a moment by the intensity of Kiera's eyes. It seemed to make the woman's beauty all the more feral and razor-sharp, almost breath-taking for a moment. The seamstress finally caught onto the pretty brogue of Kiera's speech and laughed quietly at herself, taking her hand from Kiera's shoulder when it obvious that both women would survive their bump.

"I am fine, oui," she said, laughing at herself and glancing down at her dress, the color of a burning sunset, and then looked up at Kiera again. She took a breath, and then just has to speak. "I am sorry if this is very bold, but you are very stunning," Genevieve told the woman. "You must be new to Isra, non?"

She took a little step back so Kiera wouldn't be bowing into her cleavage (which was rare for GEnevieve anyway, who usually wore more modest gowns, even if the neckline she wore on her gown today was far more modest than most of the maidens running around today). Genevieve then laughed, quietly, warmly -- yet with that very subtle hint of sadness that Kiera might came to find accented all of the golden-haired enchantress in front of her.

"Enchante, Kiera," Genevieve said, and held out her hand for a handshake, her palm slightly turned down so that the jagged scar at the tender skin on the inside of her wrist was a little less obvious. "I am Genevieve St. James. I own a clothing store in Isra," she explained. "How are you enjoying the city? You have very well timing for traveling here for Prospernalia," the enchantress went on to say, her Gauldish accent dancing on her words and making them seem even more noble and genteel.

After having very little luck with any of the games, Kelmaer decided to return to the common area of the festival and seat himself on one of the tables with an open umbrella for shade from the sun. With him, he had a paper plate filled with turkey legs and apples that he had purchased from the food stall, though even as he ate them he wasn't entirely convinced he enjoyed them. Kelmaer was used to a much higher class of food now; the most delicious ingredients combined by chefs whose works were like masterful pieces of art! Compared to those, the festival food was rather dull, though he was hungry enough not to complain.

Despite his inability to win anything, Kelmaer found himself enjoying the festival as a whole. It had a merry quality to it that he hadn't experienced for far too long, something he supposed was due to the sun and its light. The absence of light felt murky and depressing after a while and underground, there was no shortage of that.