She's a dancer on the glass
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Because I am a Noelle thread whore

He took a few books and placed them into a rather beaten up leather sack. Across his back it went, and then the man went to collect his mate for their trip to the festival grounds. The invitation had been wearily regarded, though there was no malice here for anyone to see. It was truly a fair, come to visit their lands and provide them a chance to meet as strangers without packs behind them. He knew that his own pack had offered the lake as an ice fishing grounds, though the Sadira chose to avoid that particular event. Fish were nice though the stench could be overpowering. Thankfully the lake in their borders was one that was filled with freshwater fish rather than sea, which reeked even more when too many dead ones washed up on the shores.


Silvano had heard that there would be trading, and he wanted to partake in it. The books he chose were not ones commonly read and ones that he himself had found. Once read, he had not liked their stories and set them away, not to be read again. He had plans to sort them into the Manor's library, but this was a better chance to get rid of them and get something for their loss. He had a hopes to get another set of books in exchange, but he figured that he could get rid of them for other things, like liquor or maybe a new dress for Giselle. Thankfully, he had the good sense to include a sewing book with his selection (stolen from the library but no one would really mind). Giselle deserved a new dress, and as her mate it was his duty to make sure she was outfitted and gifted as such.


Getting the woman was a matter of poking his head wherever she was and gesturing out. In a matter of moments, the two of them were on their way to the festival grounds. It was a long walk and they had no horse on which to ease the travel burden. Heritage was not old enough nor strong enough to ride, as he was only about a year old now and still a colt. His back was not strong, but he was slowly getting there. In a few months, he was assured, the horse would be good to ride. The American Quarter Horse was rapidly approaching it's first birthday, and had already been put to halter for continuation of it's training. In a year, or so, the Sadira could ride the horse safely.


The travel was long, hours with breaks included. How Silvano wished that Heritage was grown and he could ride him with Giselle, or even have Giselle ride him and he could run beside the horse. Oh well, the horse was not grown and that was that. Eventually, they came upon the fair grounds and were delighted to find that there were few crowds though people were still milling about in groups or alone. The main trade ground was for the members of the festival host, and the second area was for packs to host their own trade tents or activity events.


"Well, this is bigger than I expected," he said with some awe, never having seen such big tents before or so many people of foreign packs mingling together in one place. There had to be plenty of things to trade for here, without scavenging in Halifax's depleting stores of items. "Let's go take a peak at the trades, yes?" He smiled at his mate, wobbling his arm with hers intertwined. "Maybe we'll find something nice for you."



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WC: 367. Ffffff I love this table.

And it's warm and real and bright o/`


She had woken up that day feeling strange, but happy nonetheless. Giselle did not let the odd, warm feeling stop her from what would be today's activities. Silvano was finally ready and able to see the grand winter festival for himself, whereas she had gotten a head start not a few days before. The dark haired woman was sure to pack some spare books and notes along that she was willing to trade, having nearly been unprepared for all of the merchant's and their goods the first time the Dreamer had meandered the marketplace. Just as Giselle was ready to leave, her prince's dark head poked in through the doorway and - making a quick grab for the large wicker basket - they were off for the festivities.

The journey was lovelier than the mahogany princess would have thought, enjoying the company of Silvano as well as the sunny winter day. There was a bounce in her step whenever they departed, and despite how long it took, there was plenty for Giselle to sing to the white-top pines. She knew Silvano longed to ride his horse, but he was still too young, but her heart fluttered whenever she imagined the knight riding across the plains on the strong stallion, carrying her with him. As they arrived, the petite woman took longer to halt in her steps, being slowly brought back from her dream-like state of mind.

Tilting her head up at the man's reaction to the festival, she gave a genuine smile. "It's a wonderful sight," she commented. The last time she was here, she had bumped into Ezekiel, and though she told Silvano of their encounter, she did not bring up the golden prince again. A part of her wondered if he would be here again, but bit her lip at the concern of a confrontation between the coyote and the tall dark knight. Giselle did not want that to happen. The woman took his proffered arm delicately, like any lady would, her hips pressing close to his side. Oh, you don't have to do that, Silvano~ A blush crept up her cheeks at his offer, her voice modest. I'm just delighted to be here again!

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#3
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JFOA;JEF IOFJ

Giselle had, in fact, told him about her encounter at the festival. He had been worried that the woman would not want to leave for the fair, though she was okay and came back safe and sound. She had told him of her meeting with Ezekiel. Silvano's face had grown hard when she mentioned him, though he listened with patience and silence. He was glad that nothing had happened. In the end, he couldn't forget that she was his mate and not that man's. He was in Inferni and they would never let her stay there, as he was the son of a leader. Or was it a new leader now? Wasn't he the leader? No way would Giselle ever be welcome in such a place. Really, she was much better off where she was. It certainly made him a happy guy to know she was here and with him.


Giselle had sung on the way to the festival, keeping both of them distracted and entertained. He sighed happily as they walked, having forgotten her discussion before with him. It had been easy to forget that other man, whom he had heard about but never encountered for himself. Silvano was the one with Giselle and not that man. That kept him rather smug and self-satisfied. Ezekiel may have been a real prince, but so was he, wasn't he? His mother was the consul and she lead the pack. He was most definitely a prince of sorts and that was good enough for him now. Giselle was his and that made him happy. He was a jealous sort but he couldn't help it. She was delicate, and terribly naive to boot. Anyone could accidentally steal her without her even knowing. He was just being careful.


Silvano shook his head at the young woman, and smiled. "Oh, yes I do. I have to." He was all serious, though he was definitely smiling at her. She deserved nice things, didn't she? And he would provide. "Well, this time, you'll get a new dress or anything else you really had your mind set on. I'm supposed to help provide for you and I'd like to give you a gift," he said with a gentle kiss to her muzzle. He had brought books aplenty and they would definitely find her something nice before they went to the dance lessons. Silvano led her, arms linked, toward the trading area, where the visitors had brought their own things for trade. Perhaps they would visit the other pack's trading tents.


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WC: 446. So this shouldn't be a surprise to you, but guess what? BRIEF PP NEAR THE END.

And it's warm and real and bright o/`


Though she had told her mate of she and Ezekiel's meeting, the female had not told him the entire story. Afraid to hurt or anger him any further, she had left the part about their dance out of her tale, as well as the golden prince's kind and generous words that would only enrage the knight. Though she was happy to see Ezekiel alive and well, Giselle knew that the prince of the north would return to his home after the festival had concluded, and she back to the lands of the Dreamers - where the Lictor rightfully belonged. The snow white female recalled the dance with the prince perfectly, and though it was a dream come true for a woman like herself, her thoughts always went back to the dance of the fireflies that she shared with her own prince. Regardless, it was enjoyable to learn new lessons in dancing, and Giselle had intended to practice yet again with the emerald-eyed Sadira.

Excited at the prospect of a new dress, a further bounce became evident in her steps as they walked along, white feet falling into stride with the knight's. The male seemed to be doing everything that the pale princess read from any of her enchanting books - he had saved her from evil, swept her off her feet, had given her a glorious white wedding and now wanted to shower her with gifts. While she never expected for her prince to provide her with anything except his affection, the Fantasia female smiled in gratitude nonetheless. I would love that, she said, consenting to the mottled male's proposal. And maybe you'll find something nice, too. The woman did not want to be the only one going home with new commodities, though she was certain Silvano did not want to find a new outfit for himself.

As they walked towards the many colorful and noisy stalls, Giselle gasped and felt her face redden instantly, suddenly remembering that she had forgotten to bring anything of hers to trade in hopes of finding something for the errant knight. She stopped at once, her arm still linked with the man's, face cast downwards as auburn rivulets began to swing before her powdered face. The woman felt the tug as she halted, pulling the man out of his casual stride. Oh Silvano.. please forgive me. I did not bring anything of mine to trade to get you a gift in return. 'Elle could feel her eyes begin to tear up, feeling the familiar stinging sensation at the corners of her eyes. As the petite white femme stepped up next to him, she pressed her sorrowful face into his arm.

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derpa herp

Silvano scoffed slightly, shaking his head at his mate. As much as he would have liked to find more books, he knew that there was not a high chance of him finding much here. It was going to be better for both of them if he simply gave away some of those books he had and got something practical for Giselle. "Perhaps, sweetheart," he said softly, deciding not to argue with her on the subject. It didn't matter. If they didn't find him anything, he would not shed a tear. But he refused to leave before finding her something nice.


Blindly, he kept on walking without realizing the woman's mood shifting suddenly. He felt a jerking tug on his arm and he stopped to turn back to see Giselle standing still and looking flustered. She was upset, that much was obvious; he knew her well enough by now. She voiced her pains and the man's heart fluttered with sympathy. The pale white woman pressed against him the moment he saw tears forming on her eyes, ever so delicately. "Oh, no, Giselle, please," he said with a cracking voice. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to his chest. "I want to give you a gift. I'm not asking for a trade," he offered, pulling her away slightly so he could smile at her. "If you start crying about not getting me something, I'm going to have to tie you to a tree and make you accept it."


Taking her hand, he began to pull her gently along, waving a light arm so that he wouldn't hit a passing canine. "Please, please, if you see something you want, I'll see if I can get it. But let's find a tailor. I know you like dresses."


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WC: 252. Wheeeee. Iiiii am too lazy to pp you.

And it's warm and real and bright o/`


Something about the woman's body was changing, that much she knew. Her emotions, however, had always been plain for anyone to see, and changing as swiftly as a breeze. As her delicate face was pressed against his strong arm, she felt his towering form shift as her snow white face came into contact with the man's chest, letting herself melt there until he took her by the arms and pulled the auburn woman away from the brief contact. Giselle returned a wet smile to his comment, teardrops finding their way down her petite muzzle. Y-you wouldn't do that, she murmured. ..Would you? For a moment, she almost believed her mate would do as strange a thing in order to convince her.

Before Giselle had time to mull over it, Silvano was pulling her by the hand, urging them along once more. She stumbled forward, and grasped the mottled man's hand before she could fall, before finding her footsteps once again. Ears twitched in reaction to his comment briefly, but soon they were swallowed by several noises of the market. Oh, but I'd settle for cloth, too. Maybe the tailor can teach me something new~ Her voice returned with the usual bounce in tone, knowing she was only moderately skilled in touching up dresses she already owned. Powdered eyes scanning several booths as they passed, a few shiny baubles catching Giselle's attention briefly, but before the female could make out what they were, she brushed past them to keep up with Silvano's pace.

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