The weather is cooling in Vesper and preparations are being made for a big celebration at the end of the month. Nobody quite knows what the celebration is for, but it involves cooking birds and eating a lot. The birds, in this instance, come from Dinosaur Swamp – large creatures with leathery wings that roast up just fine.
The bazaar is busy as people make their own arrangements, ordering food and in some cases decoration.
Slaine McClennan, a small redhead is leaning against a pole to the side, waiting to meet with a friend of hers, a tailor of some repute. She’s eating ‘meat on a stick’, which smells quite delicious and is wearing her travelling leathers which means she was working earlier.
Just what she needs a nice celebration! That’s what she thought when she got off her secondary job at a club. She’s leaving her apartment near her parent’s work, carefully, she opens the door and peeks out. No one told her when studying to be a mage, one needs to also have another job to make ends meat, still here she is, the nearly 10 foot tall centauress. Kaelyn can be seen ducking out of a door and turning carefully as she turns broad side to the building to close the door after self.
She then smiles and stands fully upright, stretching her arms languidly over her head and taking a deep breath and sighing.. “Ahhh…” As she does she steps backward slightly and feels something barely under a hoof? Of course the tell tale shout, “Gah, get off my foot!” scream can be heard as she manages to step on someone’s foot. She lifts her hoof quickly, tail lashing, and said tail catching someone else across the face. She gah’s and blinks, spinning now, and hip checking another person, there’s the tell tale ‘Wilhelm’ scream heard as a poor fellow goes flying… “Gah, what a great day to end my day, I’m sooo sorry!”
The fellow who was about to glare at Kae angrily changes minds when confronted with the large centauress. He just gives a sheepish smile “Accidents happen.” He says, and Kae turns to the fellow now nursing a stepped on foot “Sorry too..” She says to them and the person who got whipped across the face with hose tail before the clutsy centaur begins walking in the direction of the party.
“I might not have thought this through will well..” She mutters… A ghostly voice adding to it, while chortling “Nope…” Kae’s ears back slightly and she whips her head around looking… “Greaaaat…” She mutters, shrugs and heads onto the party, her ears backing and nearly plastering flat to her head as she decides to move ahead with her decision.
It’s the turn of the season that Varos favors, where he has more than enough excuse to wear layers and jackets, if not the occasional cloak. Not that it stops him from doing so during the warmer days of the year, but it makes it more comfortable, certainly. Ah, the things that one will suffer for fashion!
…not that he feels himself some sort of fashionista. There are people out there who will wear anything purely to look good, but he doubts that they’re very comfortable in it. But then those are the kind of people that make the right targets if he cares to solicit the services of their renowned clothier’s shop.
Today he’s not particularly looking to do such business. Truthfully he hates that part of it, and although he’d combed the bazaar for merchants of interest to recommend Raksha and Anyn to drop by for closer perusal of their wares for materials, right now he’s effectively off of work and enjoying things for what they are.
He’s found something of a ‘pocket pie’ that smells of some gourd and spices that had been clinging to him all the way back to the shop that he’d purchased one first thing upon his return. Nimbly sidestepping someone that goes flying inexplicably from somewhere down the street, Varos nibbles happily at his treat while he weaves his way over to where the red-haired mystic is, tugging his long gray coat tighter about him so it won’t catch on anything or anyone.
And then there’s the buckskin clad native american, ghosting along silently on mocassins making barely any noise at all. And he does know what is being celebrated, the traditions originating before his ancestors were saved from the white man. The decorations amuse him as he wanders through the marketplace, some causing him to pause and contemplate just what it is supposed to represent.
Eagle shakes his head in disbelief at the cornacopias, barely recognizable after all this time as the baskets that used to be woven along this part of the land, and the representations spilling out a variety of items instead of being just one item. He moves on, only pausing at a food vendor to get something that is meat though undoubtedly originating in the Swamp to the south instead of the lands he is most familiar with.
The food vendor that Eagle stops at has a range of offerings from plant based substances to a variety of various dinosaur flesh. This will be the last of it, in any great quantities until after winter – the trappers and hunters don’t tend to travel once the inclement weather begins.
People mill around the Centauress as she makes her way through the market, a hole in the crowd forming to give her room. It seems the inhabitants are used to her presence and well used to mitigating the potential chaos she causes.
Slaine spies Varos, raises a hand and pushes herself up from that pole “Varos! Thank ye for meetin’ me here. I had to run errands for Gran but I wanted to speak to ye about a new outfit…” There’s the faintest of blushes as she says that and the Clothier will get a sense of what she’s thinking of as he uses her eyes. A leather ‘battle’ skirt and associated top – very much reminiscent of the Celtic warriors of old.
As Kae comes through the crowd, a small child slips her mothers grip and runs out into the throughway. In moments, she’ll be under the Centaurs hoofs “Nellie!!!” screams the mother, trying to grab to her – but she’s too far away. Perhaps Eagle or Varos is not.
Kae’s ears pick up on the scream, luckily after her last incident, the centauress had been making an effort to keep an eye, or an ear out for nearby folk. Kae tries to skid to a stop, rump lowering as her back hooves come level with her fronts and on either side. Realizing that she’s not going to stop in time, Kae rears. Those massive muscles of her rump rippling as she goes from forward motion to stop in nearly the blink of an eye… Forehooves paw briefly as she catches her balance and she steps back and to the side before lowering her front half down in a safe area with a dull thump, her tail lashing (watchout folks) as she looks down….
Spotting the kid she smiles,, she didn’t make a greasy spot out of them at least.. “Oh good, least I didn’t step on her… ” she mutters, and a forehoof lifts as she moves to to her right a bit more to give the mother and child more room, and well, she ends up punching someone else’s toe between shod hoff and cobble stone, getting a screach from that guy and a bunch of laughs from nearby people…
Kae sighs and apologizes, muttering “Jeeze, racking up a big score today.” she mutters “yup going to a crowded party was a great idea…” she mutters…
Finishing his bite of pie, Varos smiles at Slaine- all before throwing a hand across his forehead in mock lament. “Ah! So that’s why you wanted to meet with me,” he sighs, overdramatically so. It’s spoiled almost immediately by the sly smile that creeps across his lips as he gets the impression of what Slaine has in mind, brief as it is. For a moment his expression dips into something more thoughtful; that’s not the only impression he gets, and he’s quiet perhaps a bit longer than he should have been as he consults the viewpoints of the others within the immediatel vicinity.
‘But she’s not wearing that crown,’ he muses, nearly frowning.
He’s about to apologize for having slipped into silence when the sudden shout in alarm disrupts things, and even without turning he’s already seeing what unfolds. Centaurs aren’t an unusual sight in the city, and indeed one is one of the head Justicars, but they’re not people to be trifled with for the space they can occupy. Unfortunately children lack spatial awareness and a sense of preservation, so as usual it’s up to others in the area. But thankfully it seems that the centuar herself has managed to avoid an incident.
“Oooh, that was a close one,” he murmurs, breathing out a sigh in relief.
Eagle moves quickly at the scream and, although Kae manages to avert disaster on her own, still scoops up the child with all the grace and agility of his namesake and moves her out of harms way. He sets the child down next to her mom before nodding politely to Kae and then checking to make sure the child is all right.
Aside from the screach of the guy getting stepped on and with all the horses being used these days people really should know to give them space, there appears to be no other danger in the vicinity. He gives the child and her mother a nod before heading back to the food vendor and considering what he wants to snack on.
“No’ the only reason, but one of them…” Slaine’s attention slides to the child, so she doesn’t pick up Varos’ lapse to begin with.
As Kae slides to a stop, Nellie blinks up “HORSEY!” she chortles and immediately tries to pet the Centaurs leg. “HORSEY!!”
There’s a groan from her mother as she appears.
Slaine had been moving to pull the child free and as Eagle turns, he nearly steps on her. “Uh, sorry….” Anyone who’s lived in Vesper long enough, knows the Mystics reputation. A magnet for trouble and clusmy to boot. She peers at the buckskins “Are ye new to town?”
Varos will notice the mothers agitation and the way her gaze keeps flicking around. He might also hear “Where are the Justicars when you need one.”
Kae blinks as she’s being petted, peering down at Nellie before she smiles a bit.. Kae glances through her pockets and pulls out a wrapped sugar cookie and tries to hand it to the child who’s being held by their mother now? She winks at the mother “Am sure she’ll be fine.” Kae says. Kae’s been living in Vesper her whole life, 20+ years and all, just not all of that being a huge centaur… She might even have a minor reputation
“Just glad yer all right… Nellie.” she says and grins again. Currently the large taur is litterally sitting like a dog, her rear and drop and having to avoid putting any weight on the person who she stepped on has kinda made it so that great horse’s back side of hers is resting on cobbles… Kae then gets back to her feet, all four of them, tries to pat the child on the head after handing over what amounts to a sugar cookie and begins to make her way toward well food..
This puts the huge centaur closer to Slain, Varos, and well of course Crying Eagle. As she gets near Eagle she gives a nod “Thanks for helping with that save.. stepped on enough adults today, don’t need to step on kids.” she says quietly, ears flickering some as she hears a hawk for various foods on a stick, One ear even swivels that way, and then there’s the unmistakeable sound of her stomach rumbling “Yup time for food…” She mutters and gets in line for said food while she counts her money. It’s hard enough to come by for her, add to it well she’s huge and a large amount of her income goes toward feeding her self.
Nice to know there are still good people in the world. Varos smiles crookedly as he thinks this, nodding approvingly at Eagle’s response. Neat and quick, no unnecessary knots nor need to linger. Now if only one can say the same for the child.
The clothier trails after Slaine, his bemusement holding as it seems even the redhead isn’t exactly exempt from mishaps, but that’s no secret there. Content to continue gnawing on his pie thing, he tries not to sigh again as the mother’s anxious looks are making him slightly dizzy.
“Certainly there seems no reason to trouble them for something like this,” he comments, lifting his voice just slightly. The Justicars have been spread thin as it is, but even if they weren’t, they couldn’t be expected to babysit everyone. Then again he’s also a firm believer in one’s being able to look out for themselves, but that’s just how he was raised.
He casually reaches out to pull Slaine back from the centaur’s path as Kaelyn moves in their direction. “Food aplenty,” he says helpfully, or not so helpfully, but his smile is bright and not at all false as he gestures down the row of food vendors.
The buckskin clad man gives a nod to Kae, “Glad it wasn’t really needed. You moved well enough to avoid the danger.” He finally orders a meat on the stick, bartering with the vendor and coming to a trade involving some natural goods like rough gemstones, maybe a nugget of metal. Not like money is a common thing among his people and it’s usually easier to find and trade Nature’s Gifts than deal with the headache.
Glancing around the crowded area, Eagle realizes that what appeared to be a festival is rather commercial and not the celebration he was expecting. He gnaws on the meat he purchased and moves out of the way so others can get to the vendor.
Hearing the question about being new to town, he nods in answer to Slaine. “Yes. Sort of. Passed through once a few months ago, but the sky called me away.”
Money is Vesper is a strange thing. The local currency is Cash – small disks in bronze, silver and gold but Vendors tend accept anything of value. Gemstones and precious metals are more than acceptable.
“What?” The woman says to Varos and shakes her head as it registers. “No, no. I’ve had a Coalition State soldier at the my stall this morning, they took something and only paid part of the fee we agreed.”
Coalition State – the ones who find and persecute magic users, psychics and D-Bee’s. Feared, sometimes hated, by the supernatural beings alike. There’s been a squad of them stationed in Vesper for the last several weeks and there’s rumours about what they’re here for.
Slaine ‘acks’ as Varos moves her, but judging by the ease with which he accomplishes it – she’s used to being maneouvered so. Sighing at the news, glancing to Varos “The Justicars are spread thin. If ye need to lodge a complaint, ye’re best headin’ to the Headquarters and puttin’ it in there.” The woman nods and starts to move off. Nellie chomping happily on the sugar biscuit.
Eagles answer gets a nod, it’s not unusual for travellers to do that. “Did ye come from the south or the north?”
As to Kae, the Centaur draws a frown “Ye must be new to town as well.” Slaines fairly sure she’d have noticed another Centaur. The only one she’s aware of is Leuitenant Otmin of the Justicars.
As an aside to Varos, Slaine adds “The CS are goin’ to cause trouble if they’re here for long….” He knows full well why they’re here, after all.
Kae pauses a moment, she just ordered her self food, several steak on a sticks, and a couple large fried spuds too.. a small feast… Kae pays for those, tail whipping as she smiles happily. Simple pleasures are good ones.. She then is addressed and she turns, rump moving aside just a bit as her torso swivels about. She looks around some then sees Slaine, as if she weren’t used to having to look down much.
There’s a pause and Kae shrugs “Nope, lived here my whole life.” She says simply “Went to school here too.” She adds with a grin, before setting her food on a platter, now balanced on her broad back. She’s acting as if she were used to balancing things there too.. she then mutters “Sometimes being a quadroped comes in handy…” She glance3s now to Slaine and others, before carefully pivoting around, massive shod hooves clopping in place as she turns before trying to find a hole out of the way of everything but near those who have started up a conversation.
“Oh.” His nose wrinkling slightly at that, Varos sighs as at the reminder that the CS still roam about. It’s still quite strange with them around, especially considering their history. Varos is certain he’s not the only one who wishes they’d just pack up and leave, and then conveniently fall into some pit never to be seen again.
Nodding at Slaine’s response given to the woman with the complaint, he wishes her the best of luck before biting down into the rest of his pocket pie.
“Mmf, this is so good,” he barely manages to say after making sure not to speak with his mouth full. His expression settles into something more neutral, and as he’s confident he won’t be trampled or bumped where he is, he lets his senses extend a bit, getting a better glimpse of the bazaar area through the eyes of its occupants. “Quite frankly though? I’m surprised they haven’t already caused trouble,” he murmurs to Slaine. Their presence alone has been a source of underlying unease in the city of late.
Shaking his head at the mention of the CS, Eagle takes another bite of his meat stick. He swallows and answers Slaine, “Originally, North. Though to be honest, this last visit I came from above.” He casts his gaze up at what he can see of the sky, “Some nice thermals up there with the changing season.”
Pulling his gaze back to those around him, “The CS is the continuing disease that chased my people away for so long. And made worse in their attempts to force the Circle back to what they think it should be and might have been at one time, yet is no longer.”
“Above? Did ye come through a Rift in the sky?” Slaine peers at Eagle and makes room for Kae. The truth is, that people are used to large D-Bee’s and the traffic just flows around them, no one really giving the Centaur much more than a look. She’s unusual, but only in that she’s a Centaur – not that she’s large or unwieldy.
“Wen’ to school here? That migh’ be why I haven’ seen ye aroun’.” Slaine didn’t go to school even though she’s on good terms with the Instructors there. Well, on good terms, now.
“Did ye see much evidence of demons movin’ up North?” that’s directed to Eagle, as Slaine gives Varos another look. Eagle likely had – a lot more than usual. He would have noticed too the Psi-Stalker communities and Outliers migrating South. Towards Dogwood. Most unusual, really.
“I know wha’ ye mean, Varos. I think their commander is keepin’ a tigh’ leash on them. They need us more than we need them, at the moment. Are ye seein’ or hearin’ anythin’ from your shop?”
That too should be news to Eagle. Since when did the CS need the help of the supernaturals?
Kae’s ears twist and pivot as she listens to the folks having a conversation, one ear pausing a moment at Eagle’s comment.. “Thermals changing seasons? You fly then?” she asks curiously… She has studied enough to understand something about thermals and whatnot… Or at the very least been aroung flying critters and talked with them.
Kae then looks from person to person now curiously, still listening in on their convos before taking one of her loaded fried potatoes and begins munching on the thing… “ooh that’s good.” she mutters after dipping it into some kind of cream sauce with green bits in it.
“North, hm?” Varos is only half-listening, watching the bazaar and its ongoings in his own way. “Weren’t we due for a trip north, soon?” To a lovely gate or some such. But then North is such a vague direction, and there are other places up north from them that he doesn’t mind paying a trip to otherwise.
He nods slightly at Slaine, but really it’s not much of a reassurance. “Not…particularly from the shop, no. At most some have stopped in, realized what sort of shop we were and then left again. Which is fine really, because we have Anyn over and she complains of itchy trigger fingers.”
Shaking his head, “I follow my Totem into the Realm of the Near Sky. The view of the Middle Realm is spectacular from up there, though sometimes it’s not as peaceful as it seams in the sky.” He finishes off his meat on a stick and listens to the hints and rumors being relayed.
“Last time I went North, it was only the disharmony with Nature that I noticed. Using technology to take more from the land than it offers. Hardly a place for demonic forces to want to be, even those with particular talents disliked by those who use technlogy.”
He glances at Kae and answers her, “If Eagle allows, I can take to the sky. So far Eagle is happy with me, so it does beat walking through dangerous lands.”
“The Near Sky?” Slaine isn’t sure where that is and her curiosity is peaked. “But there’s a lot of unrest North and South. Somethin’s movin’ in the mountains. Somethin’ big or Somthin’s big. It’s causing a lot of unrest and it’s drawn the CS here, much to our disgust.”
“Do ye have somewhere to stay, when yer in town? I’m Slaine by the way, and this is Varos.”
Kae glances from person to person,t hen chooses now to introduce her self. “Kaelyn is my name… Pleased to meet y’all.” she says and smiles a bit, her tail lashing a bit with the grin while her ears preick forward and cup. She then eats another potatoe, following that with steak. As she bite sshe makes an “MMmm” sound while waiting to hear from Crying Eagle on an explanation of near sky and whatnot.
Kae then pauses and tilts her head, before pulling a large canteen from her ‘hip’ glancing at it before offering its contents to the others “Would you like some?” She asks curiously, offering almost a gallon of apple-scented liquid to those she’s been talking with.
Gesturing to the sky, “The Realm of the Near Sky. Climb to the tallest tree or mountain and you can touch it, yet you aren’t a part of it until you can fly like the birds,” Eagle explains. “And I perch where I can, though generally not around so many people. Even though it’s better here in this town, there is still a disharmony with the World which doesn’t make it easy to rest.”
Waving off the offer of the canteen, “I’m known as Crying Eagle of the Shawnee.”
“Nice to meet ye, Kaelyn. Do ye study at the Academy still?” Slaine answers.
“Ah…” Slaine nods as Eagle explains. “I understan’ now. Thank ye.” She doesn’t ask if he can shift. There are so many wonders on Rifts Earth it will come clear in time, if it does.
“If yer lookin’ for somewhere to stay, Grans is my place – well, it’s my Grans but it’s got a good name. Drop by for a meal if ye like …”
With a glance to Varos, Slaine looks towards the Justicars HQ “I think I shoul’ go talk to Otmin abou’ wha’ we just heard…” He can come with her. “Nice to meet ye…”
Kae nods “Yup, havn’t stopped, but since my runin with an Norse Elder God and all It’s been a little tougher. Luckily I can volunteer for study at times to help cover the expenses…” She pauses a moment “Umm I should say, a lot tougher to be honest… going from 175 pounds and scrawny to over 1800 pounds and litterally as fit as a horse has been a serious adjustment.” She adds and shrugs again.
Kae then offers the thermos to Slaine now, grinning a bit as she tilts her head to the left “Apple cider if you want?” she asks curiously, giving the giant canteen a bit of a shake… Her tail gives another whip as someone brushes up against her, the tail hitting the spot in which their hand brushed a flank, as if it were maybe a fly… Kae blinks a bit, her skin twitching some at the point of contact before she takes another bite of her steak on a stake…
With a nod, “Nice to meet you as well. And I believe I stopped by Grans the last time I was this way for a meal.” He gives a wave, “I thank you for the suggestion, but I feel more at home in the wilderness with all of it’s dangers than here in a town.” With that he moves off into the crowds.
“Thank ye, no…” Slaine shakes her head to Kae. The mention of yet another elder god has the redhead sighing. “There’s plenty of work to be had, jus’ head over to the forum. People always have need of good magic users and workers. Escorting supply trains, investigating Sarens Rest. With what’s happenin’ in the mountains, all hands will be needed.”
The Academy though will pay well for the chance to examine a changed being.
“Nice to meet ye, Eagle. Hope to see ye aroun’. Comin’ Varos, we should see wha’ the CS are up to.”
With a wave, the small redhead makes her way through the crowd as well.
Kae’s ears splay a bit, nobody likes cider maybe? She personaly loves apples. Though when she became just absolutely mad about apples and mint, well she can’t quite remember, but she can probably guess. Kae grins and waves to those leaving “Have fun, take care, I might look to see about helping out and stuff… maybe I can do that ok, if I don’t step on too many folks.”