She's some kind of wonderful

Drakien Lusk · 01-17-2012, 11:27 PM

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Forward dated a bit to the 22nd. :: Word Count → 357

He'd come to the Festival somewhat late, having only heard of it in passing and needing to track it down on his own, but when he finally found the place he felt his chest nearly seize with his joy. It truly was a festival, with the large, somewhat ornate tents he'd seen some places before back in Europe, and the general revelry in the air. He stored Breixo in the corral with most of the other horses, leaving most of his bags along with the stallion, and wandered into the marketplace, carrying only what he had to trade. There was little space to set up, though, so he made his way instead to the large tent where most people seemed to be coming and going from, peering in curiously.

There were many people here, Luperci and not, and he felt his heart swelling with something he couldn't quite name as he saw the merchants. They weren't gypsy, at least not obviously so, but it still did him good to see that people here did some of the things he was used to. Making his way into the tent, he quietly dodged everyone, and found an unoccupied chair. He didn't know what it was for, as there didn't seem to be a whole lot of them here, but he took it anyway and moved off into the shadows of the tent, setting the chair and his bag down. He also had with him his lute, as he'd been hoping there might be some sort of musical competition, but as he'd come across nothing of the sort--thus far--he simply set one foot up on the chair, tuned his instrument, and began playing softly.

Few would notice the quiet music in the room, as he played merely for himself for now, but as the evening went on he'd most likely get some sort of alcohol into his system--he had a flask in his back pocket, actually--and then, well; joy such as what he felt simply couldn't be contained.

This was just the sort of encouragement he'd needed to convince him to settle down in this area.

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