As Jancis retreated to Camp Bronze Lake, her passing was marked by a sniff by Stout Pillar. Not one to discern the awkward blend of smells that now permeated the air around her - which was a heady one of swamp and salamander and eggs - but one of disdain. After all, he had seen her amongst those people, the rubes seeking to promote the anarchic proceedings happening down by the ruins. Yet, he let her pass regardless, lest he bring more unneeded trouble upon his head for turning away a potential customer.
His gaze turned skywards, looking for the sun out of habit to determine how many bells 'till the end of his shift. If he had not sought the shelter of an overhang, such a glance would have been met with a couple fat raindrops to the eye. Such a thing was a disorienting event, he could confidently say from experience, and one he was glad to avoid. It still meant he was uncertain until his relief would come, however, and thus reduced him to grumbling.
For those still braving the path towards the concert ground, their continued journey would be marked by a distant warble as the Alpha Salamander continued to snap and nip at the fat tails of his lessers. By the time he would be done reasserting himself, his amphibian mind would have completely forgotten the reasoning behind it. He would instead be proud of his feral display of martial prowess and reward himself by flopping bodily on a grassy hillock, returning to enjoying the rains in a position less likely to be obtrusive.
"U-um... I'm... I'm Oriri..." the still slightly boggy-legged and squidgy-booted Plainsfolk offered to the Elezen, before receiving a disorienting nudge from her Highlander friend that almost sent her stumbling into Cliaux. She caught herself on the hem of the Elezen's garments, before whirling to face her companion with puffed cheeks and and angry flush to her features. "H-Hey!"
"Speak up, Ori, you're squeaking like a nutkin," the tall Hyur derided with a fierce grin, one that quickly moved to size up Cliaux. "The mousey one is Oriri, and I'm Phye. Phye Tanningwords. A pleasure, I'm sure."
Her chocolatey brown orbs flitted to the cesti that the Elezen bore before leaning in uncomfortably close to the pugilist, seemingly indifferent to the stench of eft breath still clinging to her.
"Fancy yourself a bit of a fistfighter, huh?"
His gaze turned skywards, looking for the sun out of habit to determine how many bells 'till the end of his shift. If he had not sought the shelter of an overhang, such a glance would have been met with a couple fat raindrops to the eye. Such a thing was a disorienting event, he could confidently say from experience, and one he was glad to avoid. It still meant he was uncertain until his relief would come, however, and thus reduced him to grumbling.
For those still braving the path towards the concert ground, their continued journey would be marked by a distant warble as the Alpha Salamander continued to snap and nip at the fat tails of his lessers. By the time he would be done reasserting himself, his amphibian mind would have completely forgotten the reasoning behind it. He would instead be proud of his feral display of martial prowess and reward himself by flopping bodily on a grassy hillock, returning to enjoying the rains in a position less likely to be obtrusive.
"U-um... I'm... I'm Oriri..." the still slightly boggy-legged and squidgy-booted Plainsfolk offered to the Elezen, before receiving a disorienting nudge from her Highlander friend that almost sent her stumbling into Cliaux. She caught herself on the hem of the Elezen's garments, before whirling to face her companion with puffed cheeks and and angry flush to her features. "H-Hey!"
"Speak up, Ori, you're squeaking like a nutkin," the tall Hyur derided with a fierce grin, one that quickly moved to size up Cliaux. "The mousey one is Oriri, and I'm Phye. Phye Tanningwords. A pleasure, I'm sure."
Her chocolatey brown orbs flitted to the cesti that the Elezen bore before leaning in uncomfortably close to the pugilist, seemingly indifferent to the stench of eft breath still clinging to her.
"Fancy yourself a bit of a fistfighter, huh?"
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