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Dinah’s brows were knitted together in concentration as she finished stitching up a wound, “Well maybe next time you should think twice before trying to vault over a fence with a ditch behind it. But you’re finished; go back out there and enjoy the festival,” she scolded them before hearing a knock at the door. “Come in,” she called as she turned to look over her shoulder at who was coming in.
“I think I’d find the mud wrestling far more entertaining if all the participants didn’t all have beer bellies and smelled like less like spoiled rabbit meat,” the woman commented, her tone sour and clearly unimpressed.
“Your dancing is wonderful,” Aalis complimented the young man who had asked her to dance with a wide smile. She had been taking some time to enjoy the spring festivities before some performances later in the day for the people. She let out a laugh as the man spun her quickly, making her go up onto her tiptoes for a moment. That was when everything seemed to dim and her vision was replaced with something else. She stood in a strange stage-like place, twirling on shoes that helped her to stay on her toes, with music that she didn’t recognise. The vision was gone as quickly as it came but it was long enough for her to stop dancing, a look of confusion on her face. “Excuse me,” she told her partner quickly as she dashed out the the square and into one of the small alleyways that ran adjacent. She wasn’t really paying attention to where she was going when she clipped someone’s shoulder, “Sorry!” Aalis exclaimed, apologising quickly.
Aerith smoothed out her gown with nervous hands. She’d just got back from her world, dropping off her notes to Susannah for the second time and relishing the fact she could jump from space to space so seamlessly. She was doing well. Three notebooks full of information as many people as she could observe not just with her eyes, but with the eyes of her friends as well.
She hadn’t even known about the festival until this appeared her bed. The white gown more regal than anything she’d ever owned before. Was it a gift? Had she earned it somehow or was it just a flook in the world’s design?
Either way, she liked the look of the flowers in her hair. “How long do you think it takes them to write their songs?”
“I feel like the axe throwing is a bit too extreme for my liking.” Gale said aloud, watching the other contestants doing their hardest for the prize. Thing was, he could easily do it, but he’d rather have his palm read than act like a barbarian. “Might I accompany you to do an activity, My Lady/My Lord? I feel like I’ll grow roots standing here any longer.”
“I don’t suppose you happen to carry a flask of water with you that I could use?” Calypso asked the first passerby, not wanting the bloodstain to throw off any person willing to speak with her. Her loyal steed stood next to her, a bag tied to the saddle, dripping with blood. A bounty she’d come to collect but she couldn’t get the blood from her clothes with just a cloth, and her flask was emptied during the hunt. “You’d do me a great pleasure, serah.”
The tension was palpable in the air for the past half hour, ever since Astor had decided slacking while playing cards became tedious, and started playing like he meant it. But it was now, that the last cards were scattered on the table that it reached its peak and everything went still - even the cat that had been brushing against his leg all this time. The hand of a man he’d been playing against twitched slightly, and Astor moved his hand lazily over the hilt of his dagger, tucked safely at his side. It meant a warning, even if Astor hardly seemed to pay attention.
The man cursed and got up, knocking the chair back as he stormed towards the men that were watching him - friends, Astor guessed. He also guessed it’d be smarter to stay here for a while, he had a job to do, not pick a fight with the five of them in the street - no matter how much he wanted to do just that. “Do you want to sit? Or play.”, he said casually, looking up from the cards to the person whose eyes he felt on him, “The drinks are on him.”
“You know the price for your future, child. Don’t tell me you came here empty handed.” Kennedy’s little cabin was filled to the brim with stuff. Mainly charms, wind chimes made from bones – it was just how she liked to live, and she liked to make sure no one mistook her for a feeble woman. Her mutt was sleeping on the bed, and she motioned to the chair on the other side of the table. “Did you come for something specific?”
“My steed is going to give me the stink eye when he sees how much I’ve brought,” the witch chuckled, looking down at the abundance of items she’d purchased in the market. “It happens any time I put anything over 3 kilos on his back, aside from myself that is.”
Central Park was buzzing with life today, the warm weather practically forced people out the door so they could enjoy it. Just in case the weather turned again. Spring and Winter seemed to be raging a war this time of year, and the crisp breeze proved winter hadn’t fully lost yet. Perched on a bench with a travel mug in hand, Aerith pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. People watching had always been a hobby of hers but in New York there was so much more to see then back home. And it offered just as many eyes to see them with. Leaning back against the seat, she caught the eye of one of her companions. The black bird was peering out from behind the branches, watching the same way she was.
Lowering her gaze she took a sip of her tea as she watched the other approach, greeting them with an easy smile of acknowledgement. “Good morning.”
“You would think there’d be plenty of moving companies that 1. have a proper website. 2. have good reviews and 3. aren’t ridiculously overpriced. I mean come on. It’s a hundred for just the truck, ten an hour and it says the standard delivery crew is two, so really that’s twenty. Including rest time. I mean not to be cheap but.. Is this where it’s going? I might as well kidnap every strong person I know or bait them with dinner for a week. I’ll be spending just as much then, for sure.”
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Claire’s anxiety had shot through the roof. She had been up all night reading various texts trying to find anything about the Ouroboros. There has to be some record of them in history whether they went by that name or other. She just needed to clear her head too many thoughts invaded her mind. Not realizing the time she stepped out for some fresh night air.
“Last minute? Yes, maybe. But you’re invited over to mine for Shabbat dinner! Seven o’clock! Text me with any questions, okay? Do you have my number? I just have to run. Got my challah in the oven! You’ll come, right? I’m trying to make it a weekly thing.” Shira pressed a hand to the other’s elbow, smiling hopefully.
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Despite the late hour, the coffee shop was still rather busy. Numerous people looking for their last hit of caffeine of the day so they could do whatever jobs and chores awaited them at home before they were able to collapse into bed. Stood to one side Bea was waiting patiently for her tea when she felt a familiar burning on the back of her neck. Her hand went to tattoo, momentarily revealing the circle that had been hidden by her hair. Looking around the shop Bea hunting for the culprit, for the witch doing black magic. They had to be near for Beatrix’s tattoo to be burning.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? Look, I just asked for something simple. But if you can’t manage that, then I can ask someone else. It’d save both of us the time and the trouble,” the witch said tiredly. Little sleep and an overworked schedule did things to an irritable man. That and he hadn’t exactly had the physical affection he desired in quite some time, which only worsened his mood. “Can you get it for me or not?”
“…So because you decided to have a little too much fun on St. Patrick’s Day and the hospital’s too far away or whatever, it’s my responsibility to take care of you? You know I’m a doctor for animals, right? Though by your actions, I might as well consider you one.”
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