
"O-okay," Oriri managed with an eager nod of her head before turning her attentions to the glowing aetheric critter. A hand tentatively, shakily reached out towards Cyan and patted the Carbuncle lightly on the head once before retreating to safety. Once she was certain nothing untoward would happen, she tried for a couple more. It wasn't long until she was patting the summon's head and tickling under his chin, looking the happiest she'd been all sun even despite the grime that still clung to her lower half. Should one listen close enough, they might even here a giggle or two.
"I heard you the first time, lady," Phye responded flippantly to Adeya's comment, waving the one hand that wasn't still wrapped tight around Cliaux around idly. "Bully, threats, blah blah blah. You trying to be her great protector or something? Save her from all the big, nasty meanies of the world? Or are you just gonna stand there and complain?"
The Highlander turned her gaze back onto the Elezen, giving an overly dramatic shrug of the shoulders and a shake of the head.
"Some people, huh? Yeesh."
At the site, things seemed to have settled down some. Tarps had been thrown over the instruments up on the Wanderer's altar, shielding them from the rain, while others were also cast over the random assortment of stools and chairs that had been collected for those seeking to sit. No one would enjoy listening to music with a wet bottom, after all. There were still some stubborn decorations refusing to come down from their perches, but the little stagehands were doing their best.
As the crowd grew nearer, some of the outlying robed figures worriedly glanced their way. Along with their heavy hoods, the wooden masks underneath hid their faces. It could be mistaken for a sinister thing if not for the childishly-carved smiley faces and caricatures of the Eorzean races painted onto them. The designs and markings looked less like a cult and more a bunch of children trying to throw their own masquerade ball. Still, the squeaks of worry from behind the masks were not quite so cheerful, since they hadn't expected guests to arrive so soon.
And this rain! This accursed rain! They could only hope it would stop before the performance was due to start. Preferably well beforehand so they could get the decorations back up.
"I heard you the first time, lady," Phye responded flippantly to Adeya's comment, waving the one hand that wasn't still wrapped tight around Cliaux around idly. "Bully, threats, blah blah blah. You trying to be her great protector or something? Save her from all the big, nasty meanies of the world? Or are you just gonna stand there and complain?"
The Highlander turned her gaze back onto the Elezen, giving an overly dramatic shrug of the shoulders and a shake of the head.
"Some people, huh? Yeesh."
At the site, things seemed to have settled down some. Tarps had been thrown over the instruments up on the Wanderer's altar, shielding them from the rain, while others were also cast over the random assortment of stools and chairs that had been collected for those seeking to sit. No one would enjoy listening to music with a wet bottom, after all. There were still some stubborn decorations refusing to come down from their perches, but the little stagehands were doing their best.
As the crowd grew nearer, some of the outlying robed figures worriedly glanced their way. Along with their heavy hoods, the wooden masks underneath hid their faces. It could be mistaken for a sinister thing if not for the childishly-carved smiley faces and caricatures of the Eorzean races painted onto them. The designs and markings looked less like a cult and more a bunch of children trying to throw their own masquerade ball. Still, the squeaks of worry from behind the masks were not quite so cheerful, since they hadn't expected guests to arrive so soon.
And this rain! This accursed rain! They could only hope it would stop before the performance was due to start. Preferably well beforehand so they could get the decorations back up.