RP:Cenril's Charity Bazaar 2022

Part of the Laugh Now, Cry Later Arc

Part of the The God of Undeath Arc

This is a Merchant's Guild RP.

Summary: Cenril's Charity Bazaar for the widows, orphans and all effected by Tsuji Syndrome. Food! Fun! Rides! Prizes! A healthy turn out of merchants and buyers eager to help the cause and over indulge in shopping, food and friendly fire.

Open Market

Valrae || The wide, hard packed dirt path of the open market was bustling with activity and sound. The sun rose high, the Cenrili summer heat eased by the gentle breeze rolling off of the ocean in the distance. The seaside republic was humming with excitement and long overdue celebration as it gathered near the heart of the city to share goods and culture and fun. The plague that had long hounded them had been lifted, the cold wind no longer lingering to curse its people with undeath. There were tents and stalls lining the path, festooned with bright bunting and ribbons that danced in the briney air. Street food from all corners of Lithrydel were being sold, the lines long as people crowded in with growling bellies and greedy eyes, the scent of fresh baked bread and deep fried meat mouth watering as it permeated the area. Toward the center was a towering, magically rotating wheel that flashed with magelight and had wide, plushly decorated cabins for sitting, allowing patrons to ride lazily along the wheel and catch a bird’s eye view of the Bazaar, Cenril, and the stunning coast as the sun sank closer to the sea. This exciting attraction was being watched carefully by Mage’s Guilds members, ensuring that it remained safe and operational. A few stalls away, witches were offering broom rides. Children squealed with delight on the backs of brooms as they sailed over the market in wide, looping circles. Music, lively and thumping from the beat of several drums, came from a stage where local artists rotated sets as bodies crowded around to cheer and dance. Smoke from tobacco tents bloomed in large, thick white clouds and added an earthy sweetness to the sweat and salt of food and ocean. Booze flowed freely as well, with several artisanal beer stations as well as the stronger, more potent drinks that they sold from bars brimming with chilled refreshments. Everywhere one looked, there was a blur of color and motion and noise.

Valrae || Amidst the celebration of culture and life, there was a more solemn area. This station was simple, tucked under a tent of plain white with several stone benches circling around a statue of two figures bent together in mourning. There was a plaque, with vague details on Tsuji Syndrome, or the Pauper’s Plague, followed by a list of known victims. Underneath, it was an estimated number of those who remained missing, as well as a note that many victims whose bodies had been laid to rest remained unknown. Behind it, there were posters with the faces and names of those who had families still searching for lost loved ones. Some lingered to read the names, others placed coins, trinkets and flowers in the laps of the stone mourners and sat quietly on the benches in prayer or contemplation. Valrae had started her rounds here, tending the offerings and tidying any stray garbage that floated on the soft grass. She wore a tall, white pointed hat and a summery, short trumpet shaped dress that stopped just below her knees. Tiny, glittering white crystals had been delicately sewn in a diamond pattern around the skirt, with gathering lines around the waist and bust of the dress. Her wedged heels were tall and strapped around her ankle with the same shining crystals. She’d enchanted the golden crescent moon around her neck with a powerful glamoring charm, ensuring that her skin appeared smooth and unmarked by the scars that had been burned across her skin from the fire that had burned the Xalious tree. The witch had also pinned a black ribbon to the right strap of her dress. It bounced along with her as she made her rounds, checking in with vendors and market workers who had been hired for general maintenance and cleanliness.

Iintahquohae - 1/3 Instead of a booth, The Stitch and Pin has erected a trio of large tents constructed from red canvas, trimmed with blue bunting. The central, largest tent provides the only opening to the miniature version of her shops, with a pair of canvas panels drawn open for entry and illuminated from within with the pleasant glow of lanterns strung up overhead. Incense wafts from an unseen burner, blending the scent of cedar and lavender with the port city's sea scent. Racks of pre-made, simpler articles of clothing form short aisles within this central tent, with a wooden mannequin standing at either end of each aisle, frozen in place despite being enchanted to move. In one hand they each hold a silver platter filled with various pieces of jewelry, while the other hand holds a mirror that the mannequin will adjust for visitors to be at eye-level if they wish to try on different jewels. At the furthest end of the main tent, a glass display case that doubles as a counter lines the wall, with various finely dressed hired help manning it to take care of transactions while the seamstress and jeweler wanders the tents to make larger sales. The glass case is filled with jewelry, masks fitted with precious stones, wands, hand-bound books, and loose cut jewels available for purchase alone or with the intention of being used in a new piece of jewelry or article of clothing. A smaller sign hangs in front of this case as well, indicating that one hundred percent of the day's profits will go to aid for Cenril. Two of the Red Witch's election posters flank this sign as well. The items designed and prepared specifically for the Bazaar are showcased along the central aisle of the tent, with boots already pre-packaged in their own boxes, necklaces, gloves, and anklets in smaller, wooden and hinged boxes, and cloaks on hangers.

Iintahquohae - 2/3 An opening in the central tent leads you to the smaller tent to the left, which is filled with more glass cases to display jewelry and loose gems. This smaller tent is guarded by some of the seamstress's muscle – particularly a large, stony-faced man called Toddy whose no-nonsense attitude melted away when off the job. His rusty mutton chops are the only hair on his round face. For added security, all of the glass cases are arranged in the center of the tent, in case someone tries to cut their way into the tent's canvas to pilfer goods. The smaller tent attached to the right side of the primary one is stocked with bolts of fabric; cottons, twills, woolens, and a fairly large amount of Iintahquohae's most prized export – Cenrilian sea silk, harvested, woven, and dyed by her own hands in a multitude of colors, wound on wooden bolts that line the walls in shelves. Brocades and airy wisps of chiffon and tulle line the walls as well, with signage displayed on one tent wall listing prices by bolt and yardage. A sign-up sheet for the seamstress's children's embroidery classes is available too, accompanied by a display board of some of her student's work from one of Cenril's orphanages.

Iintahquohae - 3/3 The lanky seamstress and jeweler herself is dressed plainly today, opting for something more subdued so what she had for sale can remain the center of attention. She's dressed in a sweater whose wool is dyed to match the rich red color of her tent setup, black leggings and boots. She wears a circlet fashioned by an old saurian friend, the sentimental Oileanian-designed piece holding down unbound curls while still allowing for vulpine ears to move freely on her head.

Brennia and Alvina sent a small team of volunteer bard college students to set up the Vinabre Cosmetics & Skincare booth. A lattice arc is positioned to weave many vines 🌿 and flowers 💐 throughout, which also as a sign dangling in the middle of it. The sign advertises the name within an infinity sign that is drawn to look like vines and flowers as well by one of the many artistically inclined students of the bard 🎵 college, but it also informs that all a third of all the sales go to the cenril relief fund. Many soft pastel colors make the booth stand out and the students helping out are wearing a full face of Vinabre cosmetics who walk about to draw more attention towards the booth. One of the guys is shining like a diamond ✨ in the Cenril sun as his highlight is accentuating all the best features of his face. Another student is sporting a bold unique lip 💄 while enjoying fair drinks and snacks without a care in the world because their lipstick doesn't budge. There is free filtered spring water 🧉provided at the Vinabre cosmetics booth and bottles of cucumber scented water which is a cooling face mist because hydration is key for healthy skin as the sun is a scorcher here today in Cenril. The young lady that is staying at the booth to sell products has bold fashion eye makeup, but many people are crowding the booth to inquire about how flawless her skin looks and she helps demonstrate on a few customers throughout the day how it works. No matter the skin tone, no matter the blemish, the lightweight cream goes on smooth and a cream color before slowly shifting to the person's natural skin tone while also balancing out any unwanted redness, tired eyes and old scars. The formula is sweat proof and tear proof for a long lasting face to only enhance the beauty 🌈 that is already there. Get one while supplies last!

Penelope (1 of 2):: Penelope arrived earlier throughout the day to prepare the booth for the bazaar. The woman dressed in light, flowy apparel due to the humidity of the seaside–the nostalgia from a time when she worked in the city years ago. She wears a flowy, shorter dress with an empire cut that has an array of floral design: navy blues and burnt oranges to match the color of the poppies behind her and some brown wedges. Her curly hair flows freely today and is only pinned on one side. Of course, from the events in Frostmaw, the human’s arm is still wrapped in a cast and sling, but nothing can stop her from continuing her overly zealous healing endeavors! The Ardelian knew there would be a lot of people from all parts coming together for charity for Cenril and the disaster and plague that took place. Because of the tragedy, it was important to recognize the loss of lives, and the lack of resources in the area regarding medical assistance. As Penelope was not a merchant, she still wanted to contribute and carefully prod the generosity of people to donate to the cause. A Healer’s Donation Booth to raise funds for the lost finances from the catastrophe. In order to highlight the coming of a new chapter, the girl makes sure to decorate the canopy she sets up with a few other proactive healers, Ruari Erickson included in the bunch in case a certain Halifax meanders away. The lining of the canopy would be threaded with orange poppies to symbolize health, regeneration, and remembrance, but the oranges create an openness. A happiness and light despite the grief in the atmosphere.

Penelope (2 of 2):: A sign is set up to show that this was, in fact, a healer’s tent. This would also be the place to go if any accidents happened throughout the event. For example, an accidental collision or a simple scraped knee from an ambitious child. The table at the tent would be lined with a few cream, lit, candles to represent the loss in the area. There would also be brochures of resources regarding physical and mental health in local areas in Cenril and neighboring towns–one example including Doctor Noah Atwood’s psychiatric practice. Along the table are also a stack of leather-bound books for sale that are dark-brown leather books with a single imprinted botanical flower on the cover written by authors from around Lithrydel. These books were for basic botanical information about the native plants around the land. Perfect for any beginner botanist or minor botanist looking to dabble more in herbalism! Anyone who buys a book, the funds would automatically go back into medical resources for Cenril. Next to the books are two jars–one that says ‘Donation’ and another jar says ‘Name Here’. Whoever donates to the cause of charity, would be able to sign their name on a piece of parchment for a potential chance to win the raffle to earn a delicate, brilliantly hand-written, advanced read.

Lita is here mostly as eye-candy and skill. Leo is the muscle and she has put him to work. A dark-painted booth of plain construction has been set up in line with the others, the sign branding ‘Soulskin’ at the top, while posters and sheets of simple tattoo designs are pinned to supporting beams with reasonable price listings and a notification that trades are also being accepted. Along with an array of various studs, rings and gauges are organized vials of inks and needles for the handheld apparatus used to pierce and permanently mark skin, as well as jars of salves and bandages to protect newly adorned art and embellishments. Behind the stall’s counter, stools and seating have been set up in the shade to host one or two clients at a time, with a makeshift washing station nearby and a small framed looking glass in reach for easy inspection. Leo's face has painted with butterfly wings, decorated in a fire theme in red, orange and yellow. There are sparkles. Alternately, Lita's wearing facepaint of her own, a wave pattern arcing around her left eye and a seahorse and bubbles on the opposite cheek. If the artists aren't too busy, she'll willingly offer face painting to any passer-bys and littles looking to have some less permanent artwork for the day.

Kanna delicately threads a needle between the woven branches of a floral wreath, attaching shimmering sheets of chiffon to create a crowned veil. On her lap is a small box of sapphire geodes, which is easily recognizable as coming from the Selen Coven’s stall down the way. The geodes have broken down into small enough pieces to eventually be attached to the project in her hands. Hanging from ordinary fishing lines, which have been tied from hooks on the roof of the wooden booth, are three distinct kinds of crystal flower-crown veils, each having a unique combination of crystals and flower types. A fourth type of crown without a veil is in the shadows of the booth, hanging high enough to prevent children from reaching; it is clearly made with mushrooms in place of flowers, and contains the emblem of the Necromancer’s Guild on it to subtly indicate that it is not suitable for all buyers. Though quiet enough to not interrupt the vendors on either side of her, the bardic necrobotanist is singing a song in her native tongue. Though her head is turned down while she works, a rosy tint is present on her pale skin, contrasted by the dark circles under her eyes. The necromancer has not left Cenril since the casting of the powerful spell some weeks back, and the horror of finding out that the plague had been named after her put Kanna into a state of constant work to detract her mind from what she caused. It would appear that the song she sings is the workings of a spell, as the sapphires on her lap glow, brightening and dimming with her pitch. Other closed boxes of crystals rest beneath small tubs of various fresh flowers ready to be harvested. A note reading ‘Custom Requests Available’ in Common hangs over plain woven wreaths. Autographed copies of a bittersweet fairytale Kanna translated for a joint project between Enchantment historians and the Necromancer’s Guild are also stacked neatly for those who were not present at the public reading. Along the left shelf of the stall are consignment items from the Vailkrin-based Blackpond Boutiques. Most items, protected behind a display case due to their smaller size, are runic metal and leatherworking goods. In the centre of the display is the showcased piece, a fluorite-inlaid silver staff, with runic etchings catching in the light. In the space between Kanna’s unnamed booth and the Soulskin booth, a small red dragon child named Berrentram has set up shop as well. He is surrounded by paints, and buckets full of leftover crystal and geode fragments. Berrentram is currently extremely fixated on painting ‘sapphires’ on a black-haired werewolf girl’s nails to “make pretty hands”, as he calls it. His own deep red-brown skin and curly red hair is smattered in different color paints.

Futsuka is not here as a vendor but she still has items to trade. Within her leather bag hung over her shoulder like a great burden, the feline of barely five feet or height scans the booths curiously. As someone who frequented Cenril, visiting the native felines, the huntress had heard the rumors of a ‘bazaar’ that she just had to investigate herself. Frankly Futsuka doesn’t understand what exactly this gathering is, but it doesn’t look very bizarre to her yet, even so she came prepared with small wooden figurines to trade- as she heard it was customary. Hidden within the bag their details are a mystery, but each figurine is unique, showcasing an animal of spiritual significance. From the flighty look on her face she might be hesitant to part with them, but she has 10 to trade, and can be convinced to do so if one desires to acquire a Woodcarved Spirit Animal Figurine whittled by none other than Futsuka Swiftclaw.

Blaire me hat set her booth up in good time. For two reasons: The obvious was the fact that with her particular heritage and curse she wasn't too fond of the sun, and setting up a full booth with a cloth overhang that was more an open air tent than anything took work. The other was that, like everything else Blaire did, it was elaborate. The booth was a veritable rainbow. The tent itself was a dark blue mimicking the night sky, complete with shining constellations of stars slowly sliding across the cloth as if time was passing at an accelerated rate. Beyond that there were long see through ribbons in every color imaginable hanging from the overhang to form something like a barrier between 'outside' and 'inside', each one with different strange qualities. One seemed almost ethereal while another was heavy and solid as iron. Some reached out and tried to pull bystanders inside the tent while some fluttered like restless children. Inside was an odd collection of things. Stands holding guitars with shining strings. Long messes of glowing red thread hanging from standing hooks that looked rather like hat-racks. A small low table with a selection of finely sewed kerchiefs in as many strange and disperate patterns as the ribbons. And in the middle of it all was Blaire herself. She sat on a pillow, her legs folded, slowly noodling away at one of the guitars. She wore a jacket that seemed to be half a cloak, covered in black feathers that hung from her arms until they looked like wings. Combined with the slimming effect of her corset and leather pants beneath, not to mention the platform heels on her feet and the large tinted spectacles on her face, she appeared rather bird-like. Like some fairy of the dark forest stepped out of legends and into a tent to peddle novelty magic and divert customers to her actual business.

Meri and Fleur had opted to stay in Cenril for the weekend so that the two of them could support Cenril’s Charity Bazaar. This meant that Meri had plenty of time to make sure a table was set up. She would not be the one working it today, however. It would instead be run by a woman with raven-colored curls, who could be no taller than five feet. Meri’s help was there to make sure that no one took multiple copies of the paintings and that if donations were made, they did not mysteriously disappear. Not that the Rogues would steal from one of their own, right? Anyway, Meri’s help would explain to each person that had interest in any of the paintings that, “While we are allowing for people to take these paintings for free, if they so choose, we are also accepting donations for them. As little or as much as you would like to give. All proceeds will be going to those who have been affected by the Tsuji Syndrome.” The fact that Meri had help with her booth and was not working it herself meant that the blonde woman could roam the bazaar with her little one, Fleur. They were both armed with plenty of gold to spread around and were hoping to take home quite a haul between them. First up to visit and definitely going to be Kanna, per Fleur’s demands. Of course those flower crowns caught the young girl’s attention and now both she and her mom need to have flower crowns. As soon as they arrive at Kanna’s booth, Meri is more than happy to leave Fleur and Berry to hang out. Meri could shop while her daughter got her nails done by her favorite companion, Berry.

Meri :: Andrius Nightsong the Third. It was not a name that most would be familiar with, but he was hoping to change that. He was hoping to change a lot of things. Like the current disorganized status of the Merchant’s Guild. It existed, but with very little members. And why should that be so? There were plenty of people within the lands who would be great candidates for the guild – as this event was showing. Which is why Andrius Nightsong does not arrive today with a wagon full of wares, but armed with a handful of handwritten invitations. The last leader of the Merchant’s Guild was a rat, and this one was very obviously feline. Andrius was on the taller side for his race, standing at a solid five-foot-eleven with long-fur that was a smokey-color. The feline is not dressed in his finest attire, but his current presentation is more than suitable. His outfit was clean, his pants were pressed, and he definitely looked like he was the sort who had at least some amount of wealth to him, even if he did not look entirely ritzy. Straight to business for Andrius, his golden-cat eyes were already surveying the booths to determine who he wanted to approach first. There were so many choices!

Leoxander would have insisted Lita ‘owed him one’, but with fresh ink on his ribs below that fitted white tee, he was instead paying his dues. Not so much the working part, but the fact that the rogue’s five o’ clock shadow in the middle of the day was offset by the face paint that seemed to be some sort of fiery butterfly wings, glittery pigment sparkling when it caught daylight and due to be scattered through his hair by the end of the afternoon. Half of his overgrown mane was knotted up at the back of his crown and for once a steely blue stare was entirely visible and almost lacking the sun-in-his-eyes glare. Almost. If not for the fact there was the constant smell of the little-kid dragon upwind close enough to throw a boot at. Instead, he focused on unpacking and preparing for yet another social gathering… but at least this one involved some merchant wares and coin.

Khitti was right by the Red Witch’s side, with Dominic and his chickens in tow. While her attire was of the usual sort that she wore, this particular sleeveless, knee-length dress was patterned with sunflowers on midnight blue cotton fabric, the flowers somewhat shimmery with inlaid gold thread. There was a pair of golden leather gladiator sandals to match, her and Khitt’s shared pince-nez glasses with its tint shifted to a dark blue to match the dress, and her black satchel for snacks and anything they might buy. Dominic’s own outfit was on that he picked out himself: his favorite blue chicken shirt and a pair of shorts, with his favorite blue sandals that had little chickens that lit up on it when he walked. He even had sunflowers of his own, one was pinned to his shirt and on his hip he wore a much smaller over-the-shoulder satchel like his mother’s, this one filled to the brim with sunflowers and other flowers he’d had his mother acquire for him--these ones he handed out to anyone and everyone, the bag never seeming to empty. And his chickens? Well, they were -supposed- to be on their best behavior. The flock leader, Henrietta, led the way, while Locutus and Kevin trailed behind her. Whether or not they stay on their best behavior was uncertain. Much like the Valrae, Khitti and Dominic both had black ribbons pinned to their chests, Khitti’s on one of her dress’ straps and Dominic’s around his sunflower. They had tried to put it on the chickens too but… they weren’t having it. For a moment, she’d part from the witch’s side to check on the Ginger Snapped booth, just to make sure things were going smoothly. As per usual, there was a line, but it moved quickly since the food itself was being given away for free. “Nice turnout today, it would seem,” Khitti said to Valrae as she returned to her, offering the witch a faint smile. She was trying -extremely- hard to hide any worries she might have. What if one of Quintessa’s creations showed up? What if Quintessa herself suddenly magically appeared after all this time? What if… the zombies they helped revolted against Cenril? What if something else happened? Ugh. She secretly wished that she had an enchanted necklace that could help hide the little bit of anxiety that peeked though, like Valrae had to hide her scarring.

Noah leisurely strolls into the area that’s hosting the bazaar and takes in the sights, sounds, and smells of all the things that are being offered. It’s a bit alarming to see so many foreign faces all in one place, and it’s the first event he’s attended since arriving in the lands. Although he doesn’t know many people or even know any of the charities that are hoping for some of his coin, Noah mentally gives himself a little pep talk and enters the crowd of people after paying the admission of twenty-five copper. The psychiatrist isn’t wearing his usual semi-formal wear today; he’s in a pair of jeans, a loose colorful island-style silk shirt, and a pair of comfortable leather shoes. Thick brown hair is combed away from his face and he is rather average looking compared to most in the lands, as everyone seems to be otherworldly beautiful or handsome. Tucking his hands into his pockets, his hazel eyes scan over the booths that are set up until he spies a familiar face. It’s -HER-?! Again. Penelope Halifax. Noah internally groans, because it seems that everywhere he goes that woman just happens to be. Gram will never let him live it down if he doesn’t say hello to the woman that saved her life. “Better get this over with…” He mumbles, before approaching her booth and perusing the things on display. Lifting a brow and giving the healer a cocky grin, he points to the sling she wears, “How’s the arm, Warrior Princess?” Ruari is offered a fist bump, as well, before Noah glances back at the table. He’s shocked to see some material there about his psychiatric services. “Thank you for the advertising, Miss Halifax…” Scratching the back of his neck and feeling a little awkward, he clears his throat, “Uh. How much for the book on botany?”

Brennia can be spotted easily in most crowds due to her large black wings no matter how much she tries to tuck them close to her slender frame and of course by her six foot two height. On this hot day in the Cenril sun, she wears a poofy messy bun at the crown of her head and she sports a full face of Vinabre Cosmetics with a fun winged liner. Her spaghetti strap cotton maxi dress is creamsicle orange in color and compliments her tattooed, yet shimmery bronze skin. The avian periodically checks in at the cosmetics booth in case they need help with anything, but her excitement cannot be contained as she floats from booth to booth, asking vendors about their products with full interest. She wants to buy all the items!

Iintahquohae heard Meri would have paintings for sale, and since it looks like her shop is doing just fine without her keeping an eye on things, she's off for the artist's booth. Plein air paintings weren't something she typically went for, but there's something sentimental that pulls her toward the paintings of Xalious when she glimpses them. He'd probably like something like this at home, or in the cabin out northwest. She tries to wave down someone working Meri's booth to ask for a price.

Magik tried his best to keep a low profile but with too many familiar faces and his family lurking about, he gives up almost immediately. First, he swings by the Healer's Tent to drop a small donation and to fill out a small little note that simply reads, "~M~". He happens to slip by Meri quickly and quietly, only leaving a small pinch on her rump in passing as he heads towards Futsuka. With a quick look over, he nods towards her mystery bag, "Whatcha got, Futs?"

Kanna looks up as her bandaged hands continue threading the needle between the branches, and a soft noise of alarm escapes her as she is pricked. With one finger in her mouth to quell the bleeding, the woman carefully sets the project aside so she may stand and greet her guest properly. “Meri! I knew you’d come! Here, tell me what you think about this one.” Kanna moves to take down a veiled crown from its hanging. Rubies from the Craughmoyle mines have been polished and sculpted to resemble rose petals in this arrangement. Each petal has been wrapped in criss-crossing gold wires which disappear into the woven branches of the crown. Obscuring the point where gold meets wood are preserved golden roses. Hidden hollow thorns beneath the regal arrangement serve as good capsules to pre-load projectiles, be it smoke, poison or otherwise. “I like my accessories to be functional too.” Kanna says with a wink. As Kanna stands on her tip-toes to help place it on the prospective buyer, she explains, “In old Larketian books, roses are the most famous of the many flowers delivered between nobles to convey wordless messages. Naturally, roses are the flowers given between lovers. These golden roses are called Jacklin’s Blossoms, from Larket, grown specifically for her birthday one year…” Kanna taps one of the ruby roses. “Rubies are also associated with love, but they’re also said to bestow courage in casting, especially when one’s heart is sure.” Kanna steps back and withdraws a mirror, holding it up for Meri to see. “Maybe I’m biased, but I think this one was made for you.”

Jaxson walks about the event and takes in the sites, shops, booths and plethora of unique displays of art, crafts, and other items with a genuine smile on his face. The weather is nice, the air is fresh and the sun is shining. Its a good day in Cenril and that is a welcome change from the dreary state of affirs the city has been in for far too long. On top of that, Valrae's duties may have her quite busy, but this opens up the day for the nobleman to spend time with his favorite little guy, Finn. The lad has the best seat in the house atop Jax's shoulders, and he swings that magical toy sword as he directs the man towards many of the booths. The one that catches his attention first is the feline booth with the animal carvings. "Oh! Mr Jaxson! Can we get one?" Asks the eager child, whose eyes go wide at all the unique carvings of animals. Smiling, the Ravencroft heir simply nods and says. "Of course, Mr Finn! Should we also get one for your mom?" The child looks about, thinking on that as he looks for his mom who he spots from his perch and offers and eager wave, as he replies. "Yeah!" The pair smile and head over to Futsuka's shop and wait in the growing line, hoping to snag a spot to get a carving. "Mr Jax! I want a frog one... no wait! A DRAGON! No.. A Dog!.... No, no, no wait! What about a dragon and a dog -hybrid-!" The child's enthusiasm is contagious, as Jax says to Finn. "We'll see how it works once we get up there, ok?" Finn gets hype, eager to start the day as all the wonderful things about catch the small child's attention. For now, Jax and Finn simply wait in line to get a carving from the feline.

Brennia finds herself at the fate weaver’s booth as her solid teal gaze drifts from item to item as she admires how unique they are, but once a bard, always a bard. She clears her throat and excuses herself to ask the vendor, “how much for the guitar?”

Futsuka shifts closer to Kanna’s booth- not close enough to appear as a customer but close enough to see her items. She stares at the signs, wondering what those strange symbols meant. As an illiterati, she couldn’t make any sense of the written word.It is about at this point Magik notices her and steals her attention away. “Me?” Futsuka clearly doesn’t understand what is going on, “I have brought animal totems but I fear…” She trails off, not continuing that though as she turns to look up at him. “Do you want one?” She’s already looking through her bag for the perfect animal for him. “What animal speaks to you the most?”

Mesdoram is without a slave currently… literally. Nariv for the time being has been ‘temporarily’ free due to the meddling of Meri and Magik. So, having to do the heavy lifting himself for the time being, he looks around for decoration for the Play of the Centaury the drow is organizing. Being that his performance will be conducted in Cenril’s Goth Garden owned by Khitti, he feels a bit of favoritism to spend his coin in the city that despises his kind the most… perhaps a bit of poetic irony is what Mesdoram is going for. Upon arriving at Meri’s booth where her collection of art is displayed, Mesdoram can’t help himself in picking out a sample of each painting and secures them safely under his arm. “Since you are a star in my playwright, it’s only right I pay patronize to your rising stardom…” With that said, Mesdoram plops down a large amount of coin scattered around Meri’s booth – not worrying if the lycan gets the money or not.

Valrae enjoying her time with Khitti and Dominic, and even his chickens, steers through the thick crowds of patrons. “It is nice. Do you think it’s going well?” She asks the redhead nervously, raising her voice slightly to be heard above the thumping music coming from the stage. She could see the anxiety reflected back at her on Khitti’s face, though she imagined the reasons for that might be different, so she smiled as widely as she could manage. A band that called themselves “The Herd of Wild Horses” was singing a mournful tune about funerals. It was lovely, but it was also bringing the mood down. Maybe she should have asked the entertainment to keep it more lively. Still, it seemed the people on the dance floor were enjoying themselves. “Do you want to head that way? I think I see a pair of boots I need.” The witch points toward the impressive tent Iintahquohae had set up.

Alvina, as promised, came to the bazaar with intentions in addition to the Vinabre Cosmetic booth. How Brennia'd managed to wrangle all those students to man the booth was beyond her but they all looked so magnificent and the excitement of the bazaar is palpable. After setting up the booth, she splits away to visit others. Posters supporting the Red Witch for the election are abundant and not at all surprising. The various shops owners call about their wares and though she'd hoped to spot Verah's tent, it appears to be absent. Upon approaching the memorial tent, she slips in quietly with the express purpose paying respects. On her way past Kanna's booth, she hears tell of a Jacklin flower and makes a note to inquire or even purchase one before day's end.

Meri :: The gal working Meri’s booth while the blonde lycan gets to shop around makes herself readily available for Inks and anyone else who might approach the booth. They all get the same answer if they would inquire about pricing, “While we are allowing for people to take these paintings for free, if they so choose, we are also accepting donations for them. As little or as much as you would like to give. All proceeds will be going to those who have been affected by the Tsuji Syndrome.” Once Kanna and Meri get into crown talk, Meri’s red lips turn up into a wide grin to show her approval of everything Kanna is saying. Larket roses might be involved, but at least they were named Jacklin’s Bloom rather than Josleen’s bloom. “I absolutely love it!” To show her admiration, Meri wears the crown for the duration of the event. Prices are not something Meri is interested in asking about, Kanna is given a large sum as payment/donation. Next up would be Nel’s booth. Who cares if Magik just visited? Another slip of paper is put in that is also signed ~M~. It could be Magik. It could be Meri. And then a gold donation is given. This is right about where Magik and Meri cross paths. That kiss on the cheek is met with a playful wink but the two lovers part. Magik makes his way to Futsuka, while Meri goes to check to see if Inks has any clothing that Fleur might like. While the two lovers part briefly, Magik is given the advise of, “See if she has a wolf!”

Penelope waves off some random patrons who just donated to the cause when Noah Atwood comes into view. Of course. Yes, there was a chance of this today. Crossing paths. She puts on her best smile at that snarky little grin he carries. Do not want to steer away from the public with having an attitude around the man. “Ha. Ha. It’s getting there. Weeks to go. I never got the… chance to say thank you for helping Ruari with aid.” In Frostmaw. Moss eyes glaze over the brochure. “Well, I thought it would help you as you’re new, and also… People need you as well. As you’re local.” She gives the man a genuine smile this time, despite the lack of interest. “Resources are important, Doctor.” When he asks about the book, she purses her lips. “250 gold. Written by several researchers you know, but proceedings go to the healer's charity for Cenril, and you get a chance to win in the raffle.” She smiles with a ‘hint-hint’ of suggestion.

Iintahquohae has cash to burn specifically for supporting Cenril, so after selecting a painting of Xalious to tuck away in the her tent shop for now until the bazaar ends, she drops...neatly, instead of all over the place like that stranger, a sack of gold on the counter for the gal running Meri's booth. “Thanks.” And she's off, noticing Valrae heading for her tent and eager to have a word with the Red Witch. She overhears something about wood carvings during her trek back. Something tells the seamstress she'll be heading in and out of her tents throughout the day.

Kanna makes a small noise of surprise as she's given such a large sum. Were she the same person she was three years before, she would keep the monies in their entirety. Instead, she puts aside fifty gold pieces so that she may buy another bouquet from her supplier later, and puts the hefty rest into a box with a triple moon etching on top.

Magik starts to think on which animal to choose, but it seems Meri has made a decision for him. With a smirk on his face, "A wolf, please, if you have one." While she searches for the chosen animal, he turns a head towards the rest of the bazaar and quietly explains exactly what's going on and who is offering what types of wares. It's not her fault she can't read.

Valrae had sent Fynn off with Jaxson, thinking the pair of them might get more enjoyment out of the event if they had a little time together without her dragging them around for the busy work. She wondered now if he might have had fun with Dominic as well. Perhaps they’d run into each other in the crowd. For now, she slipped into the main tent of Iintahquohae attraction and was instantly mesmersized by the nature themed boots that were on display. She looks around, hopeful to spot the familiar face of her friend, and when she finally does she offers her a cheery hello. “How much are these?” She gushes, jumping straight into business. She needed them fiercely.

Meri :: Adrius Nightsong the Third was a man on a mission. He had his letters in hand and has finally decided that the first booth he would approach is Brennia’s. She is given a letter contained with an envelope that is sealed with the wax symbol of the merchant’s guild. It’s contents do not need to be read now, but it is an invitation to join the guild. From Brennia, he would make his way to Kanna, then to Lita, his end goal would be to provide all vendors with an invitation to join the Merchant’s Guild. But those were his first three targets to deliver this letter to.

Noah looks at the bursts of orange and poppies that decorate Penelope’s tent and he can see that the woman has put a lot of care into pulling things together for this charity. All with a broken arm, no less. His grin falters for a moment when she thanks him for all his help up in Frostmaw, because in addition to helping Ruari set her arm… He gave her quite a seething speech on how women should be studying the pianoforte and not playing hero on a battlefield. It wasn’t his best moment. “It was no trouble. Anytime.” Stupid, he thinks! It’s not like she wanders around snapping her limbs all the time and needs rescuing. Ever the gentleman, he pulls the required coin from his pocket and deposits it into the donation box. Noah scribbles his name down on one of the scraps of paper, the penmanship being surprisingly decent for a doctor. He’s never been lucky with these sorts of things, but he’s a good sport and happy to help a good cause. Hell. His practice is -in- Cenril, so it’s partially out of obligation. “Thanks for the book. I’ll have to freshen up on what grows where and familiarize myself with the layout of the lands.” He smiles at Penelope and Ruari, showing them a mouth of straight ivory teeth as his grin reaches his ears. He’s a tad touched that they are advertising for his practice. Not that he’ll admit it. The doctor leaves their booth and pays a small visit to the area that’s been set up for the ones that have passed or gone missing. All of the turmoil happened before he came to the lands. Nevertheless, he plucks a white rose from one of the waiting vases and places it before the statue. Next, Noah heads over to the exhibit with all the lovely illustrations and he lifts one that’s of the bridge in Cenril. It will hang over the hearth in his office, he thinks, as he drops some coins into the collection box and continues to wander about the area.

Alvina's next stop was Lita's booth. Leo's a sight with his face paint. She hides a smile behind her hand when she approaches. Lita's face paint's more flattering. If the other woman is busy with face painting tykes, Alvina'll laugh and offer the brief interruption of. "I wish I could be so lucky as to have some of your artwork. Perhaps I can swing by the shop sometime and commission a piece?" Alvina will get in line for face painting if need be to say so to the artist, trusting Lita completely if the need arises.

Futsuka pulls a wolf figurine from her bag, made from Sage Forest wood left its unstained, natural color. It sits on its haunches, as if howling at the moon. “The Wolf.” She says, “Sharp intelligence, a deep connection to your instincts, a hunger for freedom, the strength of teamwork; This is what the wolf means. You know victory is won as a group, not alone.” Futsuka hands Magik the figurine, a small divine glow emanating from the item. “Take it with my blessing.”

Kanna waves her hand, summoning a skeleton wearing a blue gown and a matching sapphire crown atop its head to watch the store while Kanna takes a quick few steps across to Penelope. "These are so beautiful!" She exclaims, picking one up and running her hand over the embossed sunflower on this copy. She makes a move to open it, but thinks better of it; some might not take kindly to reading a book before purchasing. "Is this a good resource for novice healers?"

Khitti nodded at Valrae, her smile a bit more warm now. “It is. I mean, of course it would be. We’ve needed something like this for awhile now and everyone loves you, so of course it’s going to work out. And you know you’ve got plenty of people to make sure things are going to go well too.” She let the Red Witch steer them towards Inks’ booth, Dominic making sure to get everyone he saw with a flower along the way. And Inks? Well, she’d get a nice big red rose. “Hiya, Inks,” she said to the seamstress when they reached her. She looked over the items and her eyes got as big as Dominic’s when he saw a chicken. “Oh my. I think I might need that anklet.”

Iintahquohae returned to her shop just in time, walking so quick that she nearly walked right into Valrae. Thankfully she didn't, but she tries to smoothly shift her clumsiness into some sort of awkward hug for the witch. “Hey, how are you- Oh!” What's gotten into her. Skipping business first? Valrae beat her to the punch. In reality, Inks hadn't set prices yet, but she blurts, “Five hundred,” figuring that'll be affordable. Her goal is to empty the tents by the end of the day and get all the coin earned to those who needed it. “Let me know if they don't fit so I can make adjustments...” She tried to design the boots in different sizes but there was always the risk that she might run out of one size over another.

Lanlan glides into the bazaar with some kind of contraptions stuck to his shoes. Each foot hovers impossibly over a stony looking sphere covered in purple runes, that rolls any way, allowing him to slide freely and gracefully without ever taking a true step. To protect him from the sun, he’s covered head to toe in magenta brocade with gold trim. Except for his wide brimmed hat, which is tastefully black. But if it were to fail, he also has brightly shimmering silver sunglasses. But where’s his booth? No booth! Instead, he has attached to him by a hempen rope, a big fat orange salamander the size of a St. Bernard. Strapped to its back with belts and buckles is a tall, top-heavy, teetering cabinet. Every step Lump the Fattest Salamander takes threatens to cause the cabinet doors to open catastrophically, emptying their contents all over the street in a mess. Inevitably, it happens. But nothing hits the ground! A party of chattering and tacky looking crystal skulls take to the skies, hovering around Lanlan wherever he goes. A volume of dark and gory looking cookbooks stay neatly on their shelves, and gnarled roots and branches of various shapes remain hanging on little loops. Stall by stall, he drags his sideshow to barter his high quality forgeries.

Meri and Khitti seem to be arriving at Ink’s booth at just the same time. Meri greets her sister with a cheeky wink but then sets her sights back on the wares. “She might want the anklet, but I think Fleur would absolutely love to have that necklace, if you do not mind.” Meri was already fishing for the gold. She can see that Magik has managed to score that wolf figurine from out of the corner of her eye. Yesss.

Magik takes the wolf figurine in his hands and studies it carefully, "Thank you..Was this from the wood from that old tree that finally fell over in western Sage?" He admires the details then slips Futsuka a few coins. "Incredible work, Futsuka. Incredible."

Meri also gives a cheeky wink to Valrae too, she is with Khitti after all. "Great job hosting and organizing this. And right before the election? Smart move."

Leoxander had managed to finish setting up in time while Lita protected her skin from the harsh rays of the sun. It took quite a bit of will power not to kick her out of her chair and over to the makeup booth to see if they had something for that. Just as it took a decent amount to give Alvina a simple nod and not take a towel to the paint on his face when he caught the first shadow of an amused smile. “Gonna mingle right quick. I’ll be back.” Said to the ink shop owner. And by mingle, he meant find alcohol. There had to be a beer booth or bar around there somewhere. During the search, there was no harm in keeping his eyes open for something Loravelle might appreciate, but priorities were priorities.

Penelope grins wide as Kanna appears into view, although considering odd circumstances. Aside from that, they were here for Cenril, and… she had known Kanna prior to good in the past. “They’re perfect actually. Maps of Lithrydel and all in the pages to locate flowers and their environments. Easy to read for simple recipes for botanist’s just getting into herbalism.” She smiles kindly. “If you are interested, they are 250 gold a copy. You also get your name in a raffle!” Beat. “Also, I noticed something at your stand. It’d be great for a friend. A certain peridot crown that reminded me of one of my friends. How much were you selling that for?”

Futsuka looks around carefully in case she missed someone trying to get her attention in all the chaos…

Lita is painting faces of various littles running about while their parents tour the vendor booths. She doesn't mind and Leo will likely consider it pay back for having been talked into wearing facepaints himself. She waves when she spots Alvina in line. "You're welcome anytime!" She says to the woman as she paints a flourish of flowers blooming from a green vine around the left side of her face, a compliment to her elegant features. It is a welcomed change from the dozen other dragons, tigers and mermaid-themed crowns she's painted thus far. "It's good to see you, it's been too long. We definitely need to catch up!"

Iintahquohae wonders if maybe five hundred flat for everything might be the way to go, because when Khitti greets her and she's given a gorgeous rose, she has to tuck it in her hair instead of behind a human ear that she...had? Didn't have? It's difficult to say with all of those curls covering either side of her head. “Thank you, and...” Looking at the boxes of anklets, she admits, “I haven't really set prices for anything but I'm thinking 500 across the board might be the way to go.” Much like she did for Valrae, she reaches for one of those boxes containing anklets to hand of to Khitti and one of the necklaces for Meri and Fleur. This busy-ness is just what the seamstress needed to take her mind off of things, so she's reveling in it. “Same as I said to Val...If you need adjustments or anything, let me know.” One of her employees can take care of the money since it's all going directly to aid anyway. She didn't want any touching her pockets.

Valrae smiles sweetly at Khitti again, grateful for the words of encouragement. “I don’t deserve you!” She says playfully, fully meaning it. Dominic’s flowers were endearing to her, and secretly she hoped to win him over ang get one for herself before the day was over. She greets Meri as she arrives as well, excited to see her. “Oh my goddess.” Valrae gushes when Inks offers her a price. “This is a steal!” The witch squeals, fishing in her small back for her coin purse. When she trades the gold for the boots, she somehow manages to fit the purchase in her bag, despite them being several sizes larger than it. Hell magic. “Thank you so much!” Valrae pulls her into a tight hug. “Anywhere you want to go next?” She asks Khitti.

Brennia finds herself at the fate weaver’s booth as her solid teal gaze drifts from item to item as she admires how unique they are, but once a bard, always a bard. She clears her throat and excuses herself to ask the vendor, “how much for the guitar?”

Khitti batted her eyes at Meri and pulled out one of the copies of the Cenril Bridge from inside her enchanted satchel. “I’m sorry your sister is morbid as hell. Guess I should’ve taken that Necromancer’s Guild leader position years ago. I will make sure you and Val will get your donations later on.” She coughed innocently and pushed it back into her bag then looked to Inks, “So, how much for the anklet?” Inks revealed the price and she’s quick to dig out some gold. “Of course, I’ll let you know!”

Lita said to Leoxander, "Pick up one of Mer's paintings for me?" as she tosses some coin at him on his way out. "And do try to play nice!"

Iintahquohae has to laugh at Val's squeal. "I mean, I'll always take more..." It isn't going to her but anything she can do to help her hometown, she'll do. Even hugs, because she hugs the witch tightly back. "Have fun out there." She had a painting to stow away and then probably wander back out. Her employees didn't look overwhelmed and a certain pseudo-sentient mannequin hasn't arrived to cause chaos, so all seems to be well...

Khitti tapped her chin a moment, then nodded at Valrae, “Kanna’s booth. Definitely. Dominic has something special for both her and you. Something I helped him make!” Yes, yes. It’s definitely like one of those projects kids do for school where the parents help with most of it. This was no different at all. Dominic immediately got red in the face and tried to hide behind a sunflower.

Kanna brightens at the mention of the crown, then pauses, her smile faltering. "The peridot one is as much of a weapon as it is an accessory due to the mushrooms I had grow from the wreath, but!" Kanna hugs the book to her chest. "If they have an experienced botanist like yourself around, I'm sure they'll be perfectly fine. It's 500 for a crown, so I'll give you 250 and the crown for the book?" The necromancer smiles. Setting down the book before she departs with it, she moves back to her own stand and carefully unlatches the peridot crown from it's stand. Peridot geodes give this crown the illusion of being coated in glittering moss, intermittently interrupted by soft white puffball mushrooms. As Kanna hands it over, she adds, "Peridot is a great gem to help ease the mind and body of anxieties. Of course, if you come into contact with the spores by mistake, it's easily rinseable with water too."

Alvina waits until Lita's delicate brush strokes finish to nod enthusiastically. Pretty sure the last time was in her old living room and Alvina'd made a proper fussy jackass of herself. Alvina examines the artwork in a mirror, wishing the children could have come with her. Perhaps for the next one! "Absolutely overdue. I'll bring the beer." She gives the other woman a brief wink and whispers. "Leo looks fabulous by the way" before paying Lita for her floral flourish. Afterwards, she spots Noah by the memorial tent and offers a quick wave and greeting. "Noah, lovely to see you." Doctor patient confidentiality probably meant he couldn't approach any patients or their parents. Meri, Khitti and Valrae are spotted nearby. She'll have to snag them before the day is through if circumstances allow.

Kanna notices a letter slipped into the front cover of the book she has just purchased, addressed to her. Surely, it had not been there a few moments ago? Kanna sets the book under the counter of her booth; there would be time to read it later.

Blaire looked up at Brennia from under her hat, "Make me an offer." She rose from her pillow, carrying the guitar she was noodling on with her.

Valrae nods, hiding a small laugh at the cuteness of Dominic hiding behind his sunflower. “Lets go!” She says cheerily, as they head toward Kanna’s booth. The witch could already feel her purse strings itching to open. She might spend all of her money here, if she wasn’t careful. She wanted everything. She looks to Khitti, trying to gauge what the other woman might be eyeing with the most interest. “I want it all..” She groans playfully, her coin purse making a reappearance. “Maybe you could pick for me?” She asks Dominic.

Lanlan dips under the fabric door of a tent, and at least from the outside, it looks like exactly the type of place he should work. After fumbling with the floppy door, Lump too makes it inside, after Lanlan leans back with a fake xalious wood staff to hold open the flap for him. Instantly, he knows he’s in the right place.

Lanlan said to Iintahquohae, "What have you here for a man of such caliber as myself, eh?"

Noah walks past Alvina on his way back from the memorial and he pauses e to say hello. “How are you doing? I am surprised to see you here!” A smile is offered and he keeps his words friendly and casual. Confidentially is something that he takes seriously. A few of his patients happen to be at this gig, and if prompted he would say they had met in ‘passing’ one day. Moving on from Alvina, he at some point walks in the vicinity of Brennia, and she is met with a wave and a warm smile. He wonders if the two women have anything to do with that table selling makeup, as the line is called Vinabre. Coincidence? Minutes after that, he steps into a tent with wares that are out of his price range. Still, the garments are lovely and he admires them. Noah realizes that the items were designed by Iintahquohae and he smiles, recalling that she mentioned during their session that she would be present. Should he see her, she is also going to receive a friendly wave.

Jaxson guesses the line is so busy at the feline's wood carving shop, which seems to go hand in hand with Fynn's attention already waning as the child sees the pirate Leoxander and a tattoo shop. "Oh! Mr Jax! Lets go over there!" Urges the child, his excitement rising as he almost can't contain himself. Seeing the rogue's familiar face is a relief, and so the duo of nobleman and child head towards the tattoo shop. Upon reaching it, Jax greets Leo and Lita as he asks. "Got a lil guy here lookin to get tatt'd up!" Its a joke, as the sign clearly says temp tattoos are available, but Fynn seems so enticed by the idea his eyes once again go wide in excitement. "We're thinking some matching ones, to show how tough we are, yeah?" Little Fynn looks to Leo, and says. "I want a skull and crossbones one! Imma be the bestest pirate ever!"

Futsuka said to Kanna, "Excuse me... I want to offer a trade." Futsuka brings her leather bag over since it was the only thing she had brought today. "The red one. I like the red one. Would you trade me for it?"

Leoxander caught the pouch with a stare. He had definitely been roped into errand-boy for the day. No arguments thus far but the rogue had his ways of getting revenge. Nevermind that he was curious about those paintings, himself - he’d hit Meri’s booth in turn to select two of the Rynvale paintings, one for each of them, at some point. But once he had a beer in hand he spotted the healer’s tent. More importantly, the books. And naturally, there was one person he knew who happened to very much enjoy her books… even the kind he made her keep numbers and logs in. It wouldn’t be an entire shock if there was already someone occupying Penelope’s time with an injury, but he risked a few steps closer to the brochures and fixed his gaze momentarily on the name ‘Doctor Noah Atwood. For… reasons. His attention was then drawn to the Botanist books and it might as well have been screaming at him, at that point. Maps and Flowers. He'd browse the pages while waiting his turn to haggle - rather... purchase one.

Khitti said to Iintahquohae, "*as she's leaving with Valrae* Lanlan wants a hat that looks like a butt."

Kanna gives a bright smile as Valrae, Khitti, and Dominic approach. I knew the crystals would lure you two in! Do any of these combinations speak to you? I could only make these four kinds while I was waiting for the other geodes to be delivered."

Lanlan said, "But not just any butt. It has to match my caliber. I said that, I'm sure."

Kanna turns to Futsuka and nods. She had a soft spot for felines, considering. "Of course, miss. Anything you deem is fair will be a good trade for one." Kanna unhooks the ruby rosette crown, motioning for Futuska to step forward so she can place it on her head.

Meri said to Lanlan, "Magik has a very nice butt, if I do say so myself."

Iintahquohae catches a glimpse of the Sublime Master and immediately brightens. “Lanlan, hey!” Now this was a man that appreciated her stuff and she'd bend over backwards to keep him as a customer. She doesn't switch herself on to all schmoozing since they spoke frankly enough to each other for her to have an idea of his taste, so instead she starts leading him down the aisles if he'll follow, chattering along the way. Her fox tail swishes. Ignore it. “I have just the thing. Don't touch that – cheaper cotton, not your kind of threads- And your jacket is turning out well...” The gloves are something she has a feeling the illusionist might find some use in, and after taking a box down from the shelf she opens it with a little unnecessary flourish so he can take a look. You gotta be extra for Lanlan. He deserves it. “Give these a try.”

Penelope points to Kanna about the description of the crown. Penelope was just learning about mushrooms, as of late. Not a familiar topic. “Right. That one!” When Kanna totals up the exchange, Penelope grins and slides the book Kanna’s way before proceeding to make sure that she entered for the raffle. Once they do the exchange, Penelope grins wide. “Thank you! So much appreciated! It’s going to bring so much joy!” She then looks to Ruari. “I gotta switch you at some point so I can go buy a few things.” She then diverts her attention to Leoxander who is skimming through pages. “Hi… Wait…” She knew him. From a time ago. A very blur of a face, but one that struck familiarity. “Interested?”

Alvina grins at Noah's remark. "I'm well, thank you. I hope you're the same." He comments on not thinking she'd be here. "Same! I didn't think doctor's got to do civilian things." A joke obviously. "Get some face paint!" She encourages, giving Lanlan's odd floating shop of chaos a concerned head tilt before stopping at the lovely healer's booth covered in vibrant orange flowers. She admires the bound books with a cautious hand and moves to greet Penelope with a cheerful smile. "Gods, this place is gorgeous. My daughter Luna would love this book, she's an avid reader. Eats knowledge for breakfast. How much?"

Leoxander glanced over toward Jaxson and Finn from a booth or two away and raised the beer bottle in his hand in a silent greeting. "You sure yer Mum can handle that, sprat?" Said to Finn loud enough to be heard over the bustle of the moving crowd.

Meri :: After procuring the necklace from Inks and proclaiming her fondness of Magik’s butt to Lanlan, Meri rejoins her husband with her shopping finds so far. “We have crowns, and we have a necklace for Fleur. And a wolf figurine. And Nel’s book. What else do we want?”

Magik coincidentally follows Futsuka towards Kanna's tent. He drops Kanna a couple pieces of gold then tries his best to keep Fleur and Berry entertained. If Magik has to get his nails pained too, then so be it. Dad life.

Penelope looks between the pirate to Alvina. She smiles brightly as fingers brush over the botanical books. "Sounds like my type a girl," she teased. "I think this would be the perfect start for her. Lots of credentials written in this book. 250 gold, if that isn't much. Proceeds go to resources for Cenril and you get your name in a raffle for another extravagant read!"

Jaxson smirks to the rogue as he jostles little Fynn on his shoulders as Leo playfully jokes with the kid. "Yeah, this'll have to be our lil secret, ok?" The child, wholly believing he was about to get a real tattoo and not a temp one, gets both excited and nervous. "Oh.. gosh!" He says bashfully, nto wanting to look a bit scared in front of one of his heroes, that being Leoxander, the legendary scourge of the seas. "Will it hurt?" Asks the child to the rogue, as Jaxson looks to Lita and says. "I'll get a matching one with the kid if you don't mind?"

Brennia said to Blaire, "Hmmm… Two thousand gold.” Brennia is obviously horrible at haggling or knowing what things should cost! “Yeah?"

Khitti ’s eyes get all big again as she looks over Kanna’s things. “You’ve outdone yourself, Kanna. Hmm.” She finally noticed the sign Kanna had about special orders. “I think, though, I might want to have something special made, if that’s alright? Maybe we can discuss it later? Dominic has something for the both of you though.” Still blushing, Dominic pulled out two flowers, a white rose for Valrae made from his normal elemental magic, pairing all the elements together in different areas, and a black orchid for Kanna, made from his black tides, those elements used similarly. “His father made me something like that back after I had been reborn, during one of our “first” dates and he’d been wanting to try it out too. So far he’s made like ten chickens and these.” Khitti was extremely proud of her son’s creations and as she talked him up, his anxiety went away and he started to look just as proud.

Magik said to Meri, "Looks like a pretty good haul to me, yeah?"

Futsuka studies Kanna carefully, and not in the way she would have if Kanna was still undead. “You have very…” she trails off, searching her bag for a rabbit figurine which she holds up for her to take. “The Rabbit, the symbol of abundance and good luck. Swift and clever enough to avoid death, meaning it is a lucky animal totem to have.” She hands the Woodcarved Spirit Animal Figurine to the necro-bard. “Give them a good home.”

Leoxander also recognized Penelope. We’ll just say from the pub, since the healer had a far more pristine record. Jaw raised to her in greeting, and he might have forgotten about the sparkly face paint for a moment. “Yeah. How much for the book?” The one with the flowers, which he closed back up as he took a drink of a quickly drained bottle. It wasn’t a dress, but the former maidservant had her female friends for all that nonsense. Meanwhile, he’d be adjusting to the idea of spending coin to acquire something in a legit way. Seemed easy enough. Once he got his answer on the price, he'd toss the empty container into a convenient barrel bin and answer Finn as he sought gold from his pocket. "Nothin' you can't handle, mate."

Alvina thinks that sounds like a steal. "250 it is!" She's utterly proud of her studious child, all her children but Luna most resembled Alvina in habits so it was hard not to overly touched by it. Money and book are exchanged, Finn earns a smile for his proclamation and one crowned Fleur and Dominic with chickens continues the trend. So many cute kids! Next is Meri's booth, how could Alvina pass up a signed copy of anything she'd done.

Khitti || After Dominic gave out his gifts, he looked towards Futsuka as she offered Kanna a rabbit. “Excuse me, miss kitty lady! Do you have any chickens? I really like them. I’ll trade you some flowers if you have one?” Well, he’d give her flowers anyway, but it was clear she was making a trade and he wanted to do it too. He’s very grown-up, him and his chicken attire.

Penelope ’s eyes shift back to Leoxander with the sparkly paint. She liked butterflies. It suited him–in the moment. She had no idea who he was besides the night at the pub. “250 gold. It’s great for the basics. And you get your name in a raffle for a prize towards the end of the evening.”

Meri :: Andrius continues his efforts to pass out invitations to the Merchant’s Guild. Kanna had managed to receive one, a letter was left on Brennia’s booth while she was out shopping, and the same is done with the booth for SoulsKin. On to the next batch of people! Inks, Blaire, and the Gingersnapped booth are approached next. Again, Andrius to deliver each invite face to face, but if they are preoccupied the notices will be left at their stalls. “Excuse me! Just a quick missive from the Merchant’s Guild, if you don’t mind.”

Lanlan pulls his sunglasses down as he glances smugly at all the peasants under the tent. Yes, he was getting special treatment. Yes, he is better than all of you. Lanlan follows her down the particular aisle of her pop-up, giving her a wide berth. She had a tail now, and instantly he became aware of how flammable everything here is for some reason. As he passes things by, he reaches out to touch them, until Inks corrects his instinct. “Ooh! Hehe!” He snaps his hands back to his chest as if those poor quality garments were acid. And finally, she takes him to the special thing she had in mind for him. “Oh Inksy! You know me so well. But you know,” he says, turning his smile into a dramatic frown. “I come to these things with a budget, and I only buy things I absolutely must have.” Suddenly his frown reverts back. “So how much are they!?” He’s already sliding one hand out of its salamander skin glove and into her new, strange and interesting one.

Kanna makes a small noise of surprise and awe as Futsuka pulls out the rabbit figurine. "This is beautiful! I recognize this, this is Rynvalian oak isn't it?" Kanna holds it to her chest for a moment, before nodding. "We have a deal. May the crowned veil bring you happiness." Turning back to Khitti's proclamation of a gift, Kanna coos over the flower, cradling it as if it were made of glass. "This is so beautiful, Dominic! Thank you!" As she straightens, she gives a wink to Khitti. "Something that relates to the Black Tides, no doubt? We can absolutely make it happen." Looking over at Valrae, Kanna tilts her head slightly. "Are you thinking of getting something personalized too?"

Meri said to Magik, "*hmms* Should we risk getting Fleur one of those guitars? Or do we want to spare ourselves the headache?"

Valrae squeals again as Dominic produces the white rose, leaning down to offer him a giant squeeze of a hug. “This is perfect!” She says excitedly, holding it close to her. She was impressed with the talent the young boy already possessed, and idly wondered if she should be exploring magic with her own son a bit more extensively. With the white rose in her hand, Valrae looks around Kanna’s shop again and considers before answering Kanna. “I think I’d like one of the Amethyst crowns, and a custom order if those are being offered..” When they’ve made thier purchases, Valrae looks around. “Do you want to go to the healers tent next? I’d like to make a donation before I spend all of my money on selfish things.” She laughs.

Meri said to Futsuka, "Twins! *points to her ruby flower crown*"

Magik said to Meri, "It might beat her banging on everything in the kitchen.."

Penelope turns to Ruari. "I see a painting of the Kelay Forest from afar. Can you donate? I think they're Meri's. It'll look -great- in the hut!" Ruari stares at the healer before rolling his eyes. Penelope blinks. "What? Until I get a chance to step away, I can't do it! Here!" She shoves the coin pouch in the apprentice's hand before he is off to donate and pick up a painting.

Noah wanders over to fateweaver’s booth and looks over all the fine things for sale, but there’s one item that catches his gaze over the rest. The fluttering scarf. “Hmm.” Obviously it’s not going to adorn Noah’s neck, or even Gram’s. She isn’t -that- fashionable. There isn’t a listed price so he assumes that he’s expected to make an offer. Unsure how much he has left in his pouch as he didn’t expect himself to make the purchase he already has today, the man counts his coins. “Would you say three hundred and fifty gold is a fair price?” Noah waits for Blaire to confirm or deny his offer, the fate of the kerchief in her hands.

Blaire held the guitar by the neck, leaning her weight on one hip and leg as she watched the avian through her spectacles. "Sure." She figured Brennia was just paying generously because of the charity event. So, taking a good deal, she tucked a small note explaining the item under the strings before handing it over.

Kanna nods at Valrae and unhooks the crown. "You can absolutely get more than one, but let's talk later about the custom; I forgot how busy Cenril markets can get!" This crown is themed in lilac tones. Amethyst crystals have been affixed with silver wire to the crown to rise up between blooms of flowers, each no larger than a honeybee. These flowers, which Kanna explains are alyssums from the southern shores of Rynvale, are sweet-smelling, with an aroma similar to that of honey, each with four lavender rounded petals and four silvery sepals. In lieu of magical preservation, the blooms have been dipped in a clear plant resin mixed ground mica stones, giving them a glittering luster. The veil of the crown hangs down from one side, and has smaller amethysts tied into the edges to keep the light material from flying away. As Kanna stands on her tip-toes to help place it on her prospective buyer, she explains, “In old Larketian books, sweet alyssum is listed as one of the many flowers delivered between nobles to convey wordless messages. The meaning of these flowers is ‘your mind’s worth far exceeds that of your priceless beauty.’” Kanna taps one of the amethysts. “And amethysts are a very mystical gem; when you draw magic from them, it helps heighten your insight.” Kanna steps back and withdraws a mirror, holding it up for Valrae to see. “Maybe I’m biased, but I think it suits you.”

Leoxander stacked enough gold to buy a few copies, but he only picked up the one. He left it up to the healer whether it was worthy of an extra raffle ticket or two. One might say the rogue was feeling generous, but that seemed almost as far-fetched as having a sparkly butterfly on his face. Oh, wait. A lift of the bound guide in hand was substitute for a vocal ‘thanks’ and once the transaction was done and he collected Lita’s paintings in passing, Leo returned to Soulskin’s booth and tucked two of the three items away in his satchel, putting the other painting in a safe place out of the sun.

Iintahquohae 's brow raises at Andrius when she overhears something about the Merchant's Guild. Despite being busy tending to Lanlan, she shouts, “Count me in,” for whatever the invitation said. This was her livelihood so anything that might benefit that, she'll dip her toes in. Consider it her not so formal way of joining. Attention returning to Lanlan, Inks can't help snickering at his behavior. She was well known across the continent thanks to people like him and intended to try keeping it that way. “Everything is a flat 500 gold...I'm underselling. The cloaks, jewelry, anklets, those gloves. All the same price.” Hopefully he likes the gloves, and she watches intently as he tries them on. “I can modify as needed, too...”

Meri hmms once more at Magik and then nods her head decidedly. With a smooch to his cheek and then a smooch to Fleur’s cheek, Meri is off again! This time she sets her sights on Blaire. “One guitar please.” Unlike with her interaction with Kanna, she actually waits for Blaire to name her price before any gold is forked over.

Khitti || Dominic took his thanks and started to blush again, but waited for Futsuka to acknowledge him before running to his behind his mother. “The healer’s tent it is, then,” Khitti said with a nod to Valrae. “And you are absolutely correct,” her words now to Kanna, a smirk accompanying them. “We’ll definitely sort it out soon. But for now, I need a book. Because if I leave this place without one, my library’s going to eat me or something.”

Lita greets Jaxson and Fynn with an enthusiastic wave and smile. "Hey, you two! You can get whichever one you want!" she adds to the little guy. "I bet you'll be tougher than this one." She winks at him conspiratorially as she nods to Jaxson. She snags one of the premade stick-on tattoos, peeling the transfer paper and pressing it against the boy's arm. She dips a cloth in water and says, "Okay, now take a deep breath and count to ten." She presses the damp cloth against his arm them, squeezing gently as she glances back up to Jaxson. "You want the same, or?" she motions towards the bottles of ink nearby, asking if he'd want a more permanent option. When the stick-on tattoo is ready, she peals back the clear tape and waves a hand to make sure the skin is dry. "Alright, lookin' good! How about a tough looking scar on your cheek to match?" She offers, nodding at the face paints.

Alvina finds her way to Futsuka and admires the woodcarvings being sold. "Do you perhaps have any dogs? Not wolves, but something more domestic looking?" It was probably too much to hope she sold a golden retriever for Harper but she'd be quietly crossing her fingers.

Futsuka is very happy with her trade, but not enough that she doesn’t notice the child trying to get her attention. “Hmm?” Her feline eats twitch before she smiles down at him, already the light in her heart telling her which totem she needed to give Dominic before he even said the word ‘chicken’. “Of course, little one,” Almost miraculously, Futsuka pulls out a simple figurine of a hen standing proud. “The Chicken, like the Rabbit, is a symbol of prosperity and abundance- And in relation the egg is a symbol of- erm, actually I will not mention that part.” Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she hands the child the wooden chicken. “Take good care of her, please, and she will keep your nest safe, I am sure of it.”

Valrae ’s eyes nearly sparkle as Kanna hands her the precious, expertly crafted item. “Thank you, Kanna!” She says blushing at the compliment. She places it in her bag carefully. When she’s finished, she checks in with Khitti and Dominic. “Healers tent?” When Khitti agrees they are off. She greets Penelope with the same cheery welcome as she might an old friend, even if they’ve only truly met once… And in the middle of chaos. Still, her face was familiar and Valrae was in an excellent mood. She makes a donation as she says her hellos.

Lanlan said, "It never hurts to have a back-up pair," as he hands her three times the amount she asked for. "Oh, did I still overpay? Hmm that must be for the charity then."

Valrae said to Penelope, "“Everything going well?” She asks. “If you need anything, I can send some help your way. Just let me know, or anyone you see running around in the black uniforms.”"

Futsuka said to Meri, "It looks nice on you, Sandy Wolf!"

Khitti || If it was possible for someone to have hearts in their eyes, Khitti’s kid would have them right now. After receiving the carving, he reached into his satchel and pulled out a bouquet of sunflowers, roses, and firelilies. “Thank you! I will take care of her!” As he followed along behind his mother and the Red Witch, Dominic showed his real chickens their new friend. Each one took a sniff or two at it, let out a few clucks of approval, and carried one.

Meri said to Futsuka, "It looks very beautiful on you too!"

Blaire turned her attention towards Noah after handing the guitar to Brennia. "Three hundred? Bit low but I'll take it." She nodded, "It's charity and all that." She made an inviting gesture at the table of kerchiefs, letting him pick one out.

Khitti waved at Penelope when she and Val reached the woman’s booth and oggled those books for sale. “I have a mighty need,” the redhead said, practically salivating. If there was anyone, anyone else at all selling books, Khitti would absolutely buy from them too. Hint, hint, Lanlan.

Kanna looks left, then right, as it seems there are no more buyers from now. Letting the skeleton servant take Kanna's place at the forefront, the necromancer sidles up to the salamander's open wardrobe and places a finger on the book. "Good evening, Mr. Salamander. Hi Lanlan." Kanna calls up to the mage. "Is your friend selling these books, or are you?"

Iintahquohae naturally hands over another box with a second pair of those gloves for Lanlan while handing off his payment to a passing employee. They'll take care of storing it. That leaves the seamstress with another opportunity to head out and try finding that wood carver. Something about animals – and that has her feeling a little sentimental for personal reasons, not particularly related to her husband. She manages to track down Futsuka and waits for her turn to see if there are any carvings left to trade coin for.

Penelope finds herself watching as Ruari drops money at Meri's painting stand before he saunters back. "There, happy?" He asks. "Kinda. I still saw someone with a wooden carved figurine, and I can't seem to step--" she cuts off as Valrae comes into view. Penelope smiles easily at the witch before her. Although unfamiliar, there was a sense of know between herself and Valrae due to the situation they found themselves in. "Thank you. Graciously for a great cause. Everything is going great. A wonderful turnout!" She chimes before looking to see if there are any other people coming her way.

Jaxson smirks as he watches Fynn get his temp tat, the child flinching in anticipation of pain that never comes as Lita's expert hands make the entire process a smooth and fun time for the kid. The nobleman smiles as the woman asks about adding in a "scar", to which Fynn looks up to Jax and asks. "Oh yes! Please! I wanna look tough like Mr Leo!" Looking over to the rogue, then back to the kid, Jax nods his approval. "I think some scars will make us look -so- tough!" This gets Fynn hyped even more as he says. "Can Mr Leo do mine, Ms..." The child struggles, having not heard the woman's name, he asks. "Whats your name?" With a child head tilt of curiosity. To answer Lita, Jax replies simply. "Tat and scar me up, my good lady."

Lanlan said, "Ooh and how about those?" He directs his stick to the Silver Fleet-Footed anklets. "How would those look on me, do you think? And? Would you like to buy anything of mine?" As he makes this offer, the skulls all pipe up chaotically, saying "Pick me! No me! I'm the prettiest! I'm the scariest!"

Blaire turned towards Meri while Noah picked out his kerchief. "Last one went for two thousand, but that was for charity." She said with a sharp toothed grin. "I'd take half that if you're feeling less cheritable."

Brennia is excited to see a fellow healers guild member here and greets Penelope warmly with a smile. “Hey you! How have you been?” Then she spots the botanist book and she gaps with excitement, “please tell me you’ve got an extra copy and how much please?” She is already getting ideas that could help her immensely with the Vinabre cosmetics line.

Penelope waved back at Khitti. "Oh hi! Long time, no see." She then looks over the books. "Interested?"

Meri was not feeling less charitable. It’ll take Meri a moment to count it out, but she eventually manages to present Blaire with two thousand gold for that guitar. Hopefully she and Magik would not live to regret this investment. But who knows, maybe Fleur will grow up to be world famous. “Deal!”

Lita can't help but laugh when the child states he wants to look tough like Leo. Leo, with his current flaming butterfly facepaint and sparkles. Toughest little cutie of the day, for sure! Seeing the pirate return with goodies, she introduces herself. "My name's Lita. And I'm sure Leo wouldn't have a problem giving you some pirate facepaint. A scar, maybe an eye patch?" She shifts in her seat to allow the pirate to sit instead, patting him on the shoulder. Yeah, today would definitely have to make them even.

Iintahquohae ;; Sal hears the sound of her dearest one. The Sublime Master is here? In the tent. ...In Inks' tent. And Inks isn't here, and most of the other workers are distracted so...It's time for this mannequin to mosey. Her stride has improved drastically. Less of a stilted walk and more of...well, something feminine. The sway of her wooden hips is a little too exaggerated, and the dress she's thrown on is pretty baggy but it covers her up. Poor mannequin can't talk yet, but she heard Lanlan say something about anklets and with surprising care instead of her usual bone-crushing grip, she approaches the Sublime Master and reaches for one of those boxes of anklets, presenting them to him timidly. He's so handsome...And those chattering skulls. Well. He's just perfect.

Noah gives Blaire a relieved smile and forks over the coin, “Thank you. I’m sure this will make her very happy…” He honestly has no idea if the woman in mind will think this gesture is sweet or horrific, because she’s unlike anyone he’s ever met. It’s the least he can do after she went through the trouble of advertising for his psychiatric practice. “I’ll take this one…” The kerchief is made of the finest fabric he’s ever touched, silk linen, and is orange in color. The particular one he snags off the rack happens to have miniature poppies embroidered on the hem, in lighter and darker shades of orange to offset the lovely backdrop. The doctor neatly folds the kerchief and places it into his pocket for a later time. Noah walks through the area and spies Valrae, the woman whose face is plastered all over Cenril, as she’s running for office. He considers introducing himself but sees that she’s walking with another and he doesn’t want to interrupt. Instead, he heads in the other direction and comes across a man with butterflies painted on his face. Giving Leoxander a wry grin, he motions to his face, “You either had too much to drink or far too little.”

Jaxson watches as little Fynn -loses- it in excitement at the mention of a pirate makeover by the legend himself. "Guess I'll be your first mate, aye Cap'n?" Says Jax to the kid, who nods his approval vigorously as he proclaims. "One day, I'll be the bestest pirate lord of the seas ever!"

Lita said to Jaxson, "What about yourself, see one you might like?"

Valrae laughs. “Excellent! I’m glad to hear it. I’ll make a donation and not take up too much of your time.” She tells the healer. “I hope you get a chance to slip away and do some shopping.” When she passes the gold along, she looks around for Lan. She could sense him, through the bond they now shared, and spotting him in a crowd should be easy… In theory. But this crowd was large. “I wonder if he’s selling anything?” She asks Khitti. “Do you think we could go to find the make up?” Valrae asks shyly. It was no secret she adored all things lipstick and eyeliner. When Brennia appears it seems as if the stars align in her favor. “Hi!” She says shyly. “We’re heading over to your booth soon. Do you recommend anything? I looked at the kits, I think that’s what caught my eye the most.”

Penelope is astounded that Brennia is showing her face, as well! What a day! Penelope's chest feels bubbly, and her grin is spread from ear to ear. Should she cry internally? She is not sure. Eyes glaze over the cover of the books. "You bet! They're going fast too! 250 gold a book and a chance to win a raffle! Highly recommend the book, I have a copy, myself! I saw your stand, and that highlighter looks jaw-dropping. What was it again...? I saw it earlier in passing... Star--star..." She is trying to remember the name. Hint. Hint.

Lanlan spins on his roller-spheres when he hears his name. “Oh Kanna you’re here too! Of course, it’s both of us. Lump, say hello.” Lump already is, especially if Kanna has any of those sweet, delicious crowns with her. Lump’s tastes were as expensive as Lanlan’s, when it came to jewelry and metals, but Lanlan’s tended to last longer. Lump’s lasted just one bite, and he sniffles all over Kanna, investigating her secret shinies. “One of these books though,” Lanlan didn’t write these, and had no idea how much they were worth. They could be worth anywhere from nothing, to 1,000 gold pieces, he estimated. “It is you though, after the friends discount, the savior of Cenril discount. I can mark it down by half. 750 gold pieces.”

Lita said to Noah, "More like, he lost a bet." She says overhearing the man's comment. "Pretty though, no?"

Leoxander was just about to sit down when he was addressed by the Red Witch’s son, pausing in a brief moment of awkwardness. He should be getting used to these sprats by now, but maybe it was more the idea of them wanting to ‘look’ like him and not run screaming from him that was the confusing part. A glance from Lita, to Jaxson, then finally to Fynn. “Well I s’pose if you’re gonna be sea worthy yer gonna need a few scars. Jus’ don’t tell Mum you’ve been made an honorary sailor, eh?” He’d watched Lita with her temporary skin stickers before but she might still have to assist him when he patted the stool for the kid to take, because if he was gonna get tatted up he couldn’t be coddled in the arms of the warlock.

Futsuka stares at Penelope’s table, having followed everyone else over. Tomes? Books? Futsuka didn’t know what to do with these. “I don’t want to be sounding rude but… Is this all you are having available to trade?” She clutches her bag of wooden figurines like they were gold bars.

Brennia said to Penelope, "Wonderful!” She elates and goes to fetch some coin. “The Star Kissed Highlighter? Would you be interested in a trade?"

Jaxson said to Lita, "You know what? Why nto artist choice, I'll take some temp ones, and a permanent one, if you're willing?

Khitti nodded at Penelope. “I am absolutely interested. I’ll take one please!” She fumbled around in her bag for the necessary gold and handed it over. “This’ll certainly come in handy with Valrae’s witchcraft lessons.” She’d take one of the books and shove it carefully into her satchel. Dominic came out of hiding briefly to give Penelope a firelily and offered her a warm smile. “Well, lead on then, Miss Witch,” she said to Valrae as she offered Penelope a parting wave. “I supposed we can check on the “sublime master”.” Yes, that was sarcasm. A lot of it.

Penelope watches as Futsuka comes into view and as Futsuka speaks of trade, she feels a pang of disappointment in the trader's tone. "Well, it is more for charity, really which will put you in a raffle? But... I do have... actual gold, if you were willing to sell for one of those figurines? They remind me of someone dear. I'd pay overprice, if you are willing." Ruari, in the meantime, handles the counter during this interaction.

Iintahquohae adds that Sal might have swiped a bit of the gold Inks was keeping locked away to buy one of those skulls off of Lanlan. She has it in the pocket of her dress, which she reaches into now and tries to shove into one of Lanlan's hands. Or a pocket. Or just...somewhere on him. Somehow so she can touch him again.

Lanlan nearly fell over when Sal replaced Inks, spinning away on his skates. But he managed to maintain his composure, and spin it into a kind of bow. “Sal! You’re looking…smooth? It’s good to see you! Well I think we could trade then, how does that sound?” One of the skull-swarm flits over to her as she hands him the anklets, laughing at its kin all the while. “Unfortunately I have to go! But it was nice seeing you!” He attempts to depart quickly, but Lump is nearly immovable. So snail’s pace it is.

Pappy slowly walks around looking at all the different booths, all the different faces. It’s not often she leaves the beach, yet today she felt a need to wander. So many unfamiliar faces. Maybe she needed to return to the beach…

Penelope said to Brennia, "I would trade -and- give you more. I know you're trying to go for a good cause. What were they originally sold for?"

Meri was armed with a new guitar! A wiggle of her fingers is given to Blaire, “Very much appreciated, thank you!” The blonde would not linger at Blaire’s booth. Once the transaction was finished, she’d approach the SoulsKin booth. She was familiar enough with Lita that the following antics ensue. The blonde does not even try and get Lita’s attention, she just swipes a few temporary tattoos. Meri is not going all thief though, a hefty number of coins is left in exchange for Meri’s purchase. They were for Fleur, no doubt. For home. Once Meri slid away from the SoulsKin booth, she would approach Lanlan. And what she wanted, “Hi yes, can I please have one DIY Arson Kit and one cookbook?” Her coin purse was ready for Lanlan’s price demand.

Kanna looks over the book, her eyebrows raised. Lanlan was only in the Necromancer's Guild by name, but he was a man of power; a man of power surely knew where to get new books. "How's about 500, and I give you this beautiful thing Quintessa asked me to sell before... well, you know?" A woman with a weakness for nonhuman creatures, Kanna's left hand is already giving Lump headpats as she reaches into the display case, withdrawing a fluorite-inlaid silver staff. It's runic markings twinkle in the evening sunlight, and divots in it's carving look perfect to attach a branch of the Xalious Tree for enhancing it's power." Looking down at Lump as Lanlan sidles away from Iintahquohae's tent, she adds, "Does your friend want something too?"

Iintahquohae ;; Sal fails at touching Lanlan again. No hugs, no attempted smooches, just a devastated wooden mannequin that's begun to violently tremble in the tent. Good thing Inks warned the others that she might do this, because a quartet of shop workers are on the wooden mannequin right away to give Lanlan time to escape. They have to carry her out. ...Probably home. For everybody's safety.

Lanlan said to Kanna, "Yes that sounds...interesting. And fair! But he's my helper, give 50 of the gold pieces to him. That should sate him for now. Unless...do you have any jewelry? That's what he really loves."

Valrae laughs and heads toward the Vinabre booth. She could spend the rest of her time here shopping, but knew Khitti and Dominic would be less than pleased with her for this. Instead, she carefully picks through the offerings and decides on the kit. It seemed to have it all! When she goes to make the purchase, she finally notices Alvina. “You made it!” She says happily.

Leoxander looked Noah’s way as he began to ‘prepare’ the inks and paints similar to how we would a client for a real tattoo, sans the needles because he didn’t want Valrae’s kid wetting himself. Still, he made something of a show of it, ‘cleaning’ the spot on Fynn’s arm once he’d rolled up the kid’s sleeve. In the meantime, an oversized tricorn was planted on the boy’s head with a murmur of, “Watch this for me.” Then he finally replied to the good doctor his partner was a patient of. “Ain’t enough in these streets, today, mate.” Leo was being a sport, though, even if some of his butterfly wing was smeared on the side and the glitter was flecked on his cotton shirt. “Haven’t seen you ‘round these parts but I’m fairly sure I know who you are.” He had just seen one of the brochures. All the while ‘prepping’ Fynn’s arm and asking the youth at some point. “You ready? To ten, like Lita told you.” Attention divided between psychiatrist and ‘client’.

Valrae said to Alvina, "It’s good to see you! Have you gotten any shopping done for yourself yet? I’ve been spending all of my money."

Magik makes a quick exit from Fleur and Berry to potentially scoop up something for a friend..

Magik said to Lanlan, "Lan. How much for the cookbook?"

Alvina turns towards Valrae near the Vinabre booth. "The lady of the hour." She smiles, leaving Futsuka's side for a brief moment to give Val a light hug. "Everything looks wonderful. You've outdone yourself.

Futsuka said to Alvina, "Hmm? Oh, excuse me.. did you say dog?" She begins to search through her bag. "No wolves. My wolf has already found a home but here I should haaaave..." The feline pulls out a small carving of a domesticated dog with floppy ears and inviting eyes. The Dog symbolizes loyalty but it is much more than that. It brings trustworthy people around and chases away the bad ones, and will always protect you even when the word is against you. It gives unconditional love, perseverance, and playfulness into your life.” The wooden figurine hovers just out of reach of Alvina, “Would you like to trade for it?"

Meri said to Magik, "Two cookbooks?"

Alvina said to Valrae, "Gods, too much money and still so many beautiful things to buy!"

Iintahquohae lurks at Penelope's booth hopefully long enough while Futsuka's near it to get a chance at getting the feline's attention if she's still there. With her height it might not be necessary, but if there's a crowd she raises an arm to wave and secure a spot in a line? Is there a line? She's lost.

Jaxson watches as Fynn counts down as Leo instructs, doing his best to be brave as his hero tat's him up, saying to the legendary rogue. "One day imma have a -huge- ship with canons and it'll spout fire from a big ole dragon's head, and I'll have the coolest flag with skulls and bones and I'll have a super cool sword!" The kid is living his best life right now, bombarding Leoxander with his life's dream of roaming the high seas just like the man tatting him does.

Magik said to Meri, "One for Tessa..?"

Lanlan couldn't remember particularly hating Magik or loving him, which automatically induced a mark-up just in case.

Iintahquohae said to Futsuka, "If you have any left, I'd like to trade."

Lanlan said to Magik, "For you? We've been allies for such a long time! Only 1200 gold pieces."

Kanna said to Lanlan, "Of course! I think this amethyst one will go well with his orange complexion; it also smells very nice. I'll talk to you later, I want to get other things before they sell out!"

Iintahquohae realizes belatedly that she didn't -bring- anything to trade with, but no matter. Vampire speed made zipping back and forth from the tent simple enough so if she's fortunate enough to secure a trade, she can retrieve something to trade with.

Magik did get lots of help from Lan when it came to kicking Cynica's ass..

Alvina said to Futsuka, "It's perfect" Alvina looks at the figurine with needy eyes. "I'm selling make up from this booth," She points to Vinabre. "What about, our Vina Vixen Lip Kit?" Alvina digs the kit out of her satchel and waves it closer to the feline's hand holding the figure like a hostage exchange."

Khitti followed along after Valrae and eyed all of the cosmetics that Alvina and Brennia were selling. “Hi, you two! You know, I’m not usually one to wear a lot of make-up but… what the hell. I’ll take one of each. I know Annette would certainly use some too,” she said, musing on Khitt’s wife’s love of dressing exquisitely wherever she went. “Yeah, one of each please! And how much? And if you make a line of dark shades for us pale-folk, you know I’ll endorse that immediately. You know how many Sirens fans would buy that?”

Meri said to Magik, "One for Tessa, one for Fleur. Two it is."

Noah laughs at Lita’s comment and trains his eyes on the curly haired woman. The tent she’s in is giving tattoos and painting faces, neither of which he holds an interest in. At least not today. His coin purse only has a few copper swimming around in it, otherwise he’d be game for charity and let her slap some paint on his face. “You do lovely work…Miss?” She’s the first stranger to engage with him, outside of the vendors, and he steps closer. “I’m Dr. Noah Atwood, and I’m fairly new to these lands.” The lycan, Leoxander, chimes in and Noah cannot help but chuckle at his choice of words. There are a lot of kids running around and the area is brimming with business, which isn’t entirely either man’s scene. “I don’t believe I know who you are… But yes, I’m the psychiatrist over on West Beloy.” The guy seems jovial, so Noah divides his attention between both him and Lita.

Lanlan said to Kanna, "Ohh..." as he looks at the crown. Then he looks at Lump, who looks at him and salivates. "Sorry bud, this one's for me also."

Lanlan disappears both items given by Kanna into his sleeves, and Lump groans in protest.

Magik said to Lanlan, "5k for two, yeah?"

Futsuka said to Iintahquohae, "I have about half of them left, yes, and I would love to trade with you."

Lanlan said, "...Yes!"

Lita gives a thumbs-up to Jaxson as Leo takes his seat with the kid. She hands the pirate the tray of face paints to work with as well. "Well, I guess we have to go with skull-and-crossbones route so you guys match, but maybe something not so drastic for a real one?" Since he'd left the choice up to her, she doesn't tell him which she's chosen, just indicates the seat next to her as she reaches for the tattoo gun and needle so Jaxson and Fynn can get their artwork done simultaneously. She ends up choosing the sun-and-moon design for his permanent one. It doesn't take too long and is about one-inch square on his arm, a crescent moon with the sun completing a circle, the sun's rays decorating half the piece. "You know if you want more embellishments done with this, you can always come by the shop in Rynvale or get something else added with it." They'd kept the designs for today purposefully simple.

Magik said to Lanlan, "Your eyebrows look amazing today. Thanks, Lan."

Alvina reaches to hug Khitti as well. "Of course! It's pretty adaptive to skin tones so you don't have to think too much about matching shades." She pulls a cluster of products off the nearby. She looks at Brennia at Khitti's suggestion. "These are 500 a piece but you know, we could make a Siren's exclusive palette for the next show if you'd like?"

Magik slips back to entertain the kids, waving the cookbooks at Meri as he does so.

Valrae nodded at Khitti. “Lots of them,” She agreed, thinking of the Sirens fans that would buy the darker shades. She was one of them, after all.

Futsuka bites her bottom lip, anxious about trading it for make up but at the same time tempted. "I have never worn it before but... Hmm, alright, you have a deal, but you will have to keep me put it on one day. Promise?" She releases the Dog to Alivina's care. "This is a powerful totem. You are lucky to have been chosen by it."

Iintahquohae overheard a few requests given to Futsuka for her carvings and had to chew on the thought of what she wanted for a moment. Inks' typical go-to when it came to animals were krakens, octopi, deep-sea creatures that she's encountered since she was a toddler. But there was one animal that held a special place for her above them. Before Maladroit and its images of the unknown in the depths she eventually swam to. Before befriending the creature that dwells in Vailkrin's black waters that liked to play while she would swim, the spectral octopus that hid among curls, braids, and now vulpine ears. That very same anachronistic octopus makes a brief appearance then as if he knew she thought of him, its wispy and transparent tentacles appearing to unfurl among silvery-grey curls only to disappear once more. Even before receiving Vailkrin and Frostmaw's wars, before her couatl hatchling from Satoshi, when she walked with a hunter in Sage, human and breathing again. A flash of brilliant red feathers, her favorite color. The memory elicits a fond smile. Perhaps she's dwelling too much on the past, but like most things have as of late, she finds herself recalling gentler times. “Got a cardinal?” She asks Futsuka.

Jaxson has a few tats already, so the needle is a welcome old friend as the vampire goes to work on her craft. Its a simple design, but has so much potential. He loves the pick, and the placement goes well with his already previous half sleeve dedication piece to his mother. A witch from Sheshryn, the sun and moon are fitting compliments to the tribute piece. In response to the woman's mention of more work, he says. "Sounds like I could make a trip over, I think we could make a great piece, maybe even finish this sleeve!" 22:04:33You said to Futsuka, "My daughter will love it, thank you so much. And I absolutely will!! We don't have a shop yet but I'll meet you in the Kelay Shop any time."

Lanlan swivels out of Inky’s tent, basically aimless and whimsical. Yet his whim does pull him, perhaps through some unseen force of fate, toward the make-up stand. Which seems fine, until he sees that both Khitti and Valrae are there, and they would not appreciate his counterfeit items. Not. One. Bit. And this is how he finds out that these roller things have a downside, it’s difficult to stop your momentum. He rolls backwards between them, shushing the skulls that bicker and chatter. “Ah! Khitti! Valrae! I was wondering when I would…roll up next to you. I thought much later truth be told.” Neither of them seemed to be selling anything, which was convenient. He could leave just as quickly as he came. Except…these creams here.

Kanna appears at Blaire's stall, her big ol' eyes glittering as she looks at the guitar. "This is beautiful! I've been meaning to replace my lute for a while. Is it true this is enchanted? I heard people talking about a magical instrument over by my stall."

Leoxander replied firstly to Fynn. “Didn’t Jax here make yer sword? What color would you paint yer sails, then?” Somehow, the rogue was having a conversation with the sprat wearing his hat - even if Leo wasn’t much of a hat kinda pirate. The film peeled from the skull and crossbones temporary, he placed it on the boy’s right arm right about where he had the real thing on his own, half peeking from his short sleeved shirt. The wet cloth used to seal it onto skin and he held it there with a glance back in Noah’s direction. “Name’s Leo.” Once upon a time he’d have given a lot of thought before an introduction, but here he was at another event wearing face paint and piratizing the mayor-elect’s kid. “Think my girl’s been to your digs a time or two.” Imagine that. Someone in his company needing therapy.

Penelope figures that this is the perfect time to move away from her booth and have Ruari run the station. "Be right back." Her target? Lanlan and the chunky salamander. She plays cautious around the drow who had sent word to her after the Xalious Tree incident. "Nice shades. Glad you got some. I still forgot. I notice your stuffed dolls... how much?"

Lita said to Jaxson, "It'd be an honor." She wipes excess ink from the piece once completed, letting him admire it amongst the other works before adding a bit of salve and a bandage. She'd offer him an ice pack too, but won't be surprised if he doesn't take it. "And Leo's usually around the shop some if the little guy wants to come with."

Meri had gotten one out of two of the items that she wanted from Lanlan, the mage seems rather swamped though and if Meri is made to wait any longer? Well she might and throw punches again. Instead she follows after Magik, who did manage to snag her a cookbook at least. Once back with Fleur and Berry, Meri asks her husband, “I think I am going to head back to the gallery. Are you going to stay and mingle or do you want to come with?”

Meri :: Tho Meri will be disappearing, Andrius Nightsong will be here in spirit. Passing out letters to any of the vendors that he missed. Follow up to come.

Lanlan said to A;vina, "Excuse me, Ma’am. I truly admire the look and quality of these alchemical lotions.” He tilts the brim of his hat up to let her see his face. He keeps the sunglasses though. “But how do you think they work with my complexion? Oh! And do they offer protection against the sun?"

Alvina looks at Lanlan when he suddenly appears. She blinks, remembering him from earlier with his floaty shelf and objects for sell. "What the heck is this...?" She points to what looks like it might be a doll or might be a clump of fabric or voodoo mechanism of some kind.

Valrae , in a show of unusual cheeriness at spotting the drow, grins at Lanlan’s rolling arrival. “There you are!” She calls to him. “Are you selling?” She asks, though she already thought she might know the answer. She could hear the fake skulls chattering. “I want something!” She says, closing the space between them. “What ya got?”

Blaire was in the middle of doing some kind of secret handshake with one of the ribbons when Kanna came up, "Enchanted... not exactly. The strings are taken from the tapestry of fate. It'll sound different dependig on who's playing it and who's listening. It doesn't just play music. It plays your music."

Lanlan said to Penelope, "Hmmm," he says, appearing to consider her intently. A miserable looking doll crawls out of a hole in his cabinet, shimmies along the cord tying the salamander to him, and plants itself in his hand. It grimaces at Penelope. "For you? Just a name. Consider it part of my gratitude. By the way...what are you selling?"

Svard maneuvered through the stalls - perhaps out of place. Woolen shirt and woolen slacks aside, common as can be, it is the crown of blonde hair in tight braids and the assortment of runic ink tattooed into fair flesh. Glacial blue eyes beneath a stern, almost dour look, consider all things with a palpably feral intensity. The smile he offers a little wild, but wholly genuine, as a few kids go barrelling past. The only apparent arms carried would be the massive smithy's hammer on his hip. It isn't long before he finds the tattoo stall and approaches. His look pointed over both Leoxander, and Lita, in turn. The smile all but entirely gone by the time he does so.

Alvina said to Lanlan, "A-absolutely, they work with all skin types, protect from the sun and also give you -flawless- pores. Sun demons hate us."

Khitti nodded in agreement with Valrae. “See? I knew it.” She looked towards Alvina and Brennia, waiting for their decision as Lanlan strolled up to ruin Khitti’s day. Okay, maybe not entirely. Just a little. “There’s not enough books here. Khitt and I should write a cookbook or something for next time… I’m sure that’d sell.” She eyed Lanlan eyeing those creams. “You should definitely get it. Brennia told me once of her plan to start a cosmetic line, using her healer knowledge. You know, everything organic and all that.”

Khitti said to Alvina, "Those sun demons are the -worst- to redhead, I swear."

Magik said to Meri, "I'll come with. It's been a while since I've been there.."

Alvina said to Khitti, "Right?! They are just jealous because we shine brighter honestly."

Lita said to Svard, "Imagine you at a charity event." She says, glancing over Jaxson's shoulder. "Just here for the good food and music, I presume?"

Pappy notices a familiar face in the crowd. She tries to catch Magic’s eye to nod a quick hello as she smiles. She continues looking around.

Khitti said to you, "It's so true."

Futsuka lights up at Iintahquohae’s request, her feline ears perking up at the word, “Cardinal!” This animal too, seemed special to her, the winter bird reminding her of the Xalious Mountains in the cold season. Reminding her of the home you can never go back to. “The Cardinal.” she repeats, pulling the Xalious cedar totem from her bag. “Is a strong symbol. Self-confidence, assertiveness, and force of personality- This symbol is supposed to remind you of family, your ancestors, of your shared history, but also it symbolizes new homes and adapting to the changes of life.” The Cardinal balances on Futsuka’s palm. “And I’d be willing to part with it for a pair of those boots you were showing off.”

Penelope said to Lanlan, "A name?" She sucks her cheeks in, and moss eyes trail as the voodoo-like doll crawls from the cabinet. She squints, as clearly the doll is not for her, but she was invested. Determined. The doll grimaces, and the girl makes a face. A strange one. Twisted. "Uh..." She shakes her head. "Penelope. And nonsense, you do deserve something!" She digs through her purse, "Here." She offers coin. "I'm selling books from botanist's around Lithrydel. Basic botany, -but-! It's for charity. Donation to healing funds. Or you can just donate, if you feel up to the cause." The Ardelian grins tauntingly, "You get a chance at a raffle." Her voice is sing-songy. "Up to you."

Kanna looks as though she's been lovestruck as Blaire describes the item. "Amazing! I'll take one. Oh, and one of these two too." She says, motioning to the commission coupon and the fluttering handkerchief. "How much for all three?"

Noah nods as Leoxander offers his name, happy that he can now attach a name to the painted face. Brows knit in wonder when the male states that his girl has been to his place a few times, and he wonders which of his patients he’s describing. Noah’s still up and coming in Cenril as he’s only opened his practice a few weeks ago. Out of all his female patients; one recently became a widow, one is going through a divorce, one went completely insane and attacked her husband and bit Noah… Deductive reasoning states that Leo is either in a relationship with Brennia or Loravelle. Confidentiality goes with the territory, so Noah walks closer to where Leo is setting a tattoo on Flynn, “Is your girl winged?” That ought to narrow it down.

Lanlan said to Valrae, "Oh me? Selling?" The skulls don't really allow for subtlety in such a number as this. They buzz around him like annoying bees. "You buyin'? You buyin'? Buy me!" They talk in unison, all aiming to be bought by her. "Yeah I'm selling." Guilt compels him. "250 for a chattering skull."

Meri flashes Magik a warm smile and then their cute little family heads home with their haul of goods. And what a haul they had: a flower crown, a botanist’s book, two cookbooks, a wolf figurine, a guitar, and a few temporary tattoos? Score. It’s a good thing her gallery is only a short walk from here, they won’t have their hands full for long. Fleur of course gives Berry a BIG hug goodbye.

Magik quickly waves at Pappy on his way out. They'll have to catch up as soon as possible!!

Svard said to Lita, "Food's good then?" It was a question. And, after it, a nod thrown Leoxander's way by means of greeting. A large, calloused hand laid down then upon the hammer at his hip. Idle. Comfortable. His attention cut before. There were words, voices, and furies. He paid them all as little mind as he could manage. Another question thrown Lita's way. "Charity for what, then?"

Valrae laughs in delight as the skulls chatter. “These are so cute!” She says, not missing that they might have been modeled after the dark artifacts that had been used to bring her back from the dead. “Oh no.” She says, looking through them. “I want them all. You’ll have to choose one for me.” She gives Lan a dramatically pleading look. “They all want me to buy them. I can't choose. It would hurt their feelings.”

Blaire slapped the ribbon tugging at her hair without looking at it, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while talking to Kanna. "The coupons reduce the comission price by a time and a half what you pay for them." She explained simply, "So far the going rate seems to be two thousand for a guitar and three hundred or so for the kerchiefs."

Leoxander lifted his attention to Svard as he dolloped some face paint on a small pallet in order to give Fynn a few scars. Maybe even a moustache to rival Jaxson’s. Even if he hadn’t had much knowledge of the heavily inked warrior, there had been that brief interaction at the shop in Rynvale to make his face known. Multitasking, he continues the conversation with Noah though his stubbled jaw raised in a silent greeting to Svard before his gaze returned to finishing up Flynn’s facepaint. “Not last I checked.” The only winged person in range that he knew of was Brennia. It was difficult to miss the tattooed avian, so if she was near enough she might earn a brief, sidelong glance.

Jaxson smiles towards the very professional artist, and is eager to spend a day at her shop and work on his sleeve now. "Well, thank you Ms. Lita! I look forward to more ink here ink in the future!" Rising from the chair, Jax collects the now rough and tough looking Fynn, tatt'd up with a pirate hat to boot compliments of Leoxander, as he pays both the vampire and the rogue in kind. "Thank you both, you made his day." Fynn is already sailing on his imagination, battling monsters as he swings that toy sword around. "Yarg! Have at thee!" He cries out, as Jax leads him towards another stall. The makeup one catches his eye, but guesses Valrae has made her way there already. Thinking that since they are both did up, Meri's art stall would be the next destination. Waiting patiently to see if the artist there is available to talk too.

Kanna || At the makeshift painter's guild booth, Berrentram's shoulders deflate once Fleur leaves. Catching Dominic's eyes from across the stalls, the dragon child waves him over with his paint-stained hands, undoubtedly about to give his friend a similarly messy makeover.

Iintahquohae comes this close to mimicking the cardinal's song. It's about the only thing she can whistle decently, but she'll save that sort of enthusiasm for later. Her tail swishes when Futsuka reveals the totem. Mention of boots has her motioning for the feline to wait right there. “Back in a sec.” And she zips for her tent, nabs a box storing one pair of those nature-tread boots, and returns to Futsuka with it, presenting it to her before she can be given the totem first. “Thank you for this.” It's difficult for the seamstress to really express her gratitude here, whether the cardinal totem is deposited into her hands yet or not. “It's a special bird to me.”

Lanlan hears Khitti in his ear, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. Of course he should get them. But how could he choose? He couldn't. "Thank you Khitti and..." at the mention of the word 'cookbook', one of his stuffy dolls drags one of these out of the cabinet and pokes Khitti in the shin. "Well whaddya know! A book." He can't remember what calculation he used to determine the price before. Some amount of friendship divided by arguments, plus or minus how much he liked them overall. "Hmm. 300 gold pieces."

Jaxson seems to have missed the painting stall, and thus turns as he sees a guitar hanging up at a shop and makes his way over with the kid. Once at Blaire's shop, the man and kid look over the wares as the nobleman's eyes fall upon the guitar in particular. "how much for that?" He asks.

Lanlan said to Penelope, "I'll buy one of your books Penelope, I do need to get back to my roots." He smirked at his amazing joke, which was actually a double joke, but only to him. "Haha?"

Lanlan said to Alvina, "I'll take the bundle."

Lita said to Svard, "The city." The answer is brief but not untrue. She doesn't imagine the man will worry over the politics or troubles of the city or its citizens as of late and she's her only reasons for being here either way. "After something in particular?"

Penelope said to Lanlan, ""Hey," a large grin lingers on her face at the ridiculous joke. Just her speed. Well played. "I gotchu," she moves back to her booth before delivering the dark-leather book over. She then back-pedals as she has to get back to her booth. "Thank you. Especially for the cause!"

Lita waves a goodbye to Jaxson and Fynn, looking over Leo's pirate themed work with a grin. "You're good at this." She leans sideways, bumping the pirate's shoulder in a familiar gesture as she stands. He's busy in conversation with Noah, but he's probably okay to be left to his own devices for a spell. She'd been eyeing Kanna's booth for a while.

Kanna opens her mouth, then squints. She was going to have to fight Quintessa over using the guitar, wasn't she? "I'll take two guitars, one as a gift, plus three coupons-- also gifts, and a handkerchief. That's um... 2,300 total? I can make it an even 2,500 since I'm asking for more than one coupon."

Noah remains smiling and unassuming, but he’s a tad surprised that Loravelle and Leoxander are a couple. The girl takes shyness to the extreme and she’s always layered in clothes, fearful of anyone seeing or getting to know her on a deeper level. Leo has tattoo’s and seems relaxed in public. He easily converses and doesn’t seem to mind being near strangers. Opposites attract and all, and Noah thinks this is a good thing. Leo will help Lora to come out of her shell a bit, and he hopes that in the future they both attend one of her sessions so he can see how they balance each other in their everyday lives. “Well met, Leo. I know just the woman you speak of, and I assure you that she’s in a safe environment.” Noah would never do anything to upset his patients, but he also won’t divulge information on their sessions. “I should be heading home. My dog is due for some kibble and a walk.” With a parting nod, the man heads for the exit. On his way out, Noah waves goodbye to Ruari and Penelope.

Lanlan said to Valrae, "Cute? These things are not toys, Valrae." But they don't seem to mind, though they prove her wrong having a brief battle for supremacy involving the grotesque mutilation of one skull, where its bully bites its garnet eye-gem out. "What did I say! Back in the box with you!" The one eyed skull scurries into Lanlan's hand as he sighs, "For the woman with the bleeding heart?"

Khitti || Dominic spied Berry waving him over for a makeover and he was quick to grab the skirt of his mother’s dress to get her attention. “Momma, can I?!” Khitti blinked once at him, found his friend waving, then smirked as she nodded. “Alright, but be careful, okay?” And then to the chickens. “Oi, you three keep him safe.” The chickens each raised a wing in salute to Khitti and waddled off after Dominic. “Yes. Give book now,” she said then turning her attention to Lanlan. She had simple tastes. It did not take much to please her. She dug out the 300 gold and handed it off to him.

Penelope is almost oblivious to Noah's wave goodbye until Ruari nudges her. She stares, and then offers her thanks. "Hey! If you win the raffle, I'll get it delivered!" She hollers before becoming swarmed in the madness of kindness of others.

Blaire nodded to Kanna, "Sounds good to me. Go ahead and pick out your things. This is literally fate stuff so... better if you choose yourself."

Valrae seems only delighted by the skull’s bloodlust and violence. “Oh they’re picking on him!” She says, reaching out to take the one eyed skull from him. “Shh, it’s okay. You’ll be safe in my bag.” She tells the little garnet eye. Slipping him into her bag, she gives Lanlan a parting smile. “Thanks!” She stops to give Khitti and Dominic farewell hugs as well. “I’m going to try to find the wooden figure vendor,” She tells them, before heading toward Futsuka.

Iintahquohae hurries back to her tent after giving Futsuka a parting wave, both to put away her newly acquired cardinal totem with the Xalious painting for home, and to take over with giving out items and collecting coin. Alvina looks to be next in line. “Absolutely,” she says to the redhead, and carefully folds up one of those cloaks to hand to Alvina. “I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did making it!”

Svard said to Lita, "Hrm." But there is an answer he keeps to himself. Instead, abruptly, his eyes settle on Alvina, and the answer dies before it can see the day's gentle light. Instead, cutting his attention back to the booth, he regards Leo's painting a moment and seems to draw back to consider the booth entire. A flicker of something passes through the cold pallor of his scrutiny before his attention returns to Lita once more. "Leave you to it, then. Be seeing you. Soon.""

Alvina said to Iintahquohae, "Oh thank you ever so much. It's so stunning. I've heard so many good things about your work.

Khitti || As Dominic and the chickens run off elsewhere, and Valrae goes off to find Futsuka, Khitti was suddenly left to her own devices and she just kinda blinked. Lanlan’s book and the Vinabre kit was shoved into her bag just like the rest, and she stood there for a moment and looked around. Hrm. Where to go now?

Lanlan said to Valrae, "Oh! Get me one! And..." he'll just give her the little skull's eye back later. "Never mind."

Iintahquohae said, "When the heck did I get one of these skulls...?" One of her employees mutters something about Sal and she grimaces. "Oh dear."

Leoxander wasn’t entirely relaxed or good at conversation, but he’d had more practice as of late. Besides, he wasn’t pretty enough to be a wallflower alongside her. Most days, anyhow. Perhaps the sparkly butterfly was giving him something of an advantage, that day in the open market. “See ya.” A simple enough of a farewell as he wiped some paint off his hands, tempted to light a cigarette but with all the people and children about, someone was bound to complain. He substituted a cracking of his neck for now with a look Lita’s way. “I’ll hold down the fort a few if you wanna browse before they shut it down.” Maybe give her a chance to join Svard for the mention of food, though it sounded as if his appearance would be a brief one.

Iintahquohae said to Alvina, "Oh! Thank you. We're rebuilding the shop along the coast and I've got another in the works on Beloy Street and another in Vailkrin is finally being built. If you're ever in the neighborhood, feel free to drop by~"

Blaire noticed Jaxson lingering by the guitars, same as half the square seemed like. "So far they're going for two thousand each." She said, catching a kerchief that was military-crawling across the floor by folding itself strategically.

Alvina said to Iintahquohae, "I absolutely will." Alvina takes the package and tucks it carefully in her satchel." Then she turns Lanlan's doll over, wondering if it's suitable for Meadow before tucking it away. Is she imagining it or is it...wiggling around?

Lanlan swivels away through the crowd gracefully, while Lump just plods on. Until he finds Blaire.

Lita is tempted to drag Svard along to Kanna's booth, but she's pretty sure he might scare people away if given the choice. "As you wish," She shrugs, heading onwards to peruse the various booths and hopefully flag down Kanna herself for some assistance.

Lanlan said to Blaire, "Well look at us! Both in the sun! How much for those ropes and...what are these? Coupons? How many of these are left?"

Jaxson said to Blaire, "I'll take one!"

Kanna admires the guitar she had first looked at; as she looks over the other guitars, one with a darker coloring than the rest sticks out to her as distinctly being the perfect one for the recipient she has in mind. With a bow of the head, Kanna departs, bringing all her goodies back to her own stall, where few crystal crowns still remain.

Svard draws up beside Lita, though, all the same. Following her now as she moves. The difference in their height one of many stark differences between the pair. "Who is the painter?"

Futsuka was already standing pretty close to Valrae when she turned to look for her, and the feline turned towards the Red Witch at basically the same exact time. “Hello,” She greets awkwardly. “You’ve got the look in your eyes…” She clutches her bag once more, “Are you trying to trade for a totem?

Kanna looks up at the dark haired woman just as she dismisses the skeleton servant. "Welcome, miss! Are you in the market for a headpiece?"

Blaire said to Lanlan, "Keeping out of the sun, thank you. Spent a lot of time on this tent. I've got nine of those left. Apparently I should open up a music shop instead. The ropes... no one's bought one yet, so I haven't got a precedent price. Wanna take a shot at it?"

Valrae smiles warmly at Futsuka. “I have no items for trade, but I have gold. I’d love one of the totems. Actually, one for me and one for a friend.”

Jaxson aquires his guitar, places it on his shoulder by the strap and makes his way over the the drow Lanlan, a curious look at the Sublime Master's ware offered as he dares to ask. "What do we have here?" Little Fynn looks wary as well, though still very much interested.

Iintahquohae decides maybe keeping herself glued to her tent for the remainder of this event might be a good idea. She still had product to push.

Khitti wandered a little and finally found herself in front of Leoxander and Lita's booth. The latter having left the former in charge, Khitti just smirked at him. "Wow I'm surprised she left you alone." Yes, that's snark. Yes, she's still kind of salty about his assumption as to whether or not all she did was destroy things. "I'll take one of those temporary tattoos for my kid, for later."

Brennia finally makes her way to Kanna’s tent with the pretty crowns and waits patiently for her turn while inspecting each pretty and intricate one without touching.

Lita grins to herself as Svard follows her but she's of a singular focus at the moment to pick out a gift. She does glance about when he asks about the painter. She would have pointed out Meri, but the woman seems to have departed for the day. "Mer." She answers him, using the artist's nickname. "She's brilliant. I just snagged one of her pieces." Not that she needed a painting of Rynvale's docks since she lived there but perhaps that hadn't been for herself. Seems today was a plethora of gift shopping. She's delighted to see Kanna return the the booth and she nods excitedly. "Yes, please! They are all so gorgeous, really. But I was hoping for a green one. It's a gift and green is their favorite color. I'd been hoping they would be able to make it today, but apparently not." She glances sideways up at Svard. "How about you? Want something pretty?" She's teasing, probably. She'd already painted Leo's face, why not shoot for the moon.

Leoxander used Lita’s chair for a temporary footstool and reached for his satchel to at least dose himself with a drink from a flask, blue eyes shifting across the scene, noticing a few of the string instruments that seemed to be a popular purchase. There was more expensive face paint at Brennia and Alvina’s booth, but safe to say the idea of wandering over there to attempt to decipher what was what would be one of the pirate’s more intimidating trials. Finally, the colorful tents of the boutique captured his attention and he spotted Iintahquohae somewhere behind the drawn fabric of the door, jaw tightening for a moment as he considered how many teeth he’d have to pull before finally going over there.

Lanlan knew that good rope was important, and he could imagine pulling infinite of these out of his sleeve. Classic. “The cost for something nobody wants but me? Hmm, normally you’d think that implies it’s bad quality. But if -I- want it, that simply can’t be the case. How about. 4 for 4000, and you throw in one of those coupons?”

Lanlan said to Blaire, "What do you think of that?"

Pappy makes her way to the booth that seems to be doing some type of tattoo work. He looks familiar but Pappy just can’t figure out why. She looks around at the different items, trying to catch a better glimpse of his face

Blaire cocked an eyebrow at that. He wanted two hundred feet of rope? ... Not going there. "Deal." She handed him a coupon. "Pick out your ropes. Fate and mysticism yadda yadda."

Futsuka smiles at Valrae, “I will accept gold donations to aid in my pilgrimage but…” Her tiny smile slowly fades. “I will certainly give you a totem but giving one to you to give to someone else… Well, there is a certain blessing that… If I give you this and…” Futsuka seems to be struggling to find the words to explain. “Sometimes the totems get jealous of each other, and if I give two away to someone and one gets passed on it might pass on this negativity. If you think your friend can handle a little bad ju-ju though I will permit it… reluctantly.” She searches through her bag. “But allow me to focus on you… What animal speaks to you most, miss?”

Kanna nods and moves to one of the hanging crowns. "I know just the one, then." Polished jadeite sculpted to look like leaves have been carefully affixed with white-gold wires so that their arrangement makes them look like the natural counterparts to double-petaled white jasmine blooms. These varieties of jasmine, which Kanna says she believes are called Tristam Claws, are only sold in the Gualonian gardens, and are fragrant even from several feet away. In lieu of magical preservation, the blooms have been dipped in a clear plant resin mixed ground mica stones, giving them a glittering luster. The veil of the crown hangs down from one side, and has smaller jade pearls wrapped along the edges to keep the light material from flying away. As Kanna holds it out for Lita to inspect, she explains, “In old Larketian books, jasmines are listed as one of the many flowers delivered between nobles to convey wordless messages. Though they didn’t specifically mention Tristam Claws, jasmines in general were reserved for recipients that were deemed to be the epitome of grace and elegance.” Kanna taps one of the jade leaves. “Jadeites were also favored by many nobles, since drawing power from them helped bring about calm and courage when grace alone was not enough.” Kanna steps back and waits for Lita’s approval or request for a different one. “If you need me to write all that down for your friend, I can write in both Common and Elvish.” She says with a wink.

Leoxander snapped out of his thoughts and daze once he realized that Khitti of all people was talking in his direction. He was hard pressed to sit back upright out of that lounged position but did so to turn the sheets around so she could pick one out among the collection - lots of ponies and hearts and flowers but a few more rugged copycats of ink designs, too. “Don’t think I knew you had’a sprat.”

Gorehilt does his best to look like he belongs here and knows what's going on. He struts around in armor with his hands clasped behind his back, looking appraisingly down his nose (what little he has of one) at the vendors and their various wares. The half orc has some coin, but certainly not enough to justify putting on airs. Gorehilt knows this, and the swagger is a deliberate act. Let's see if he can pull it off.

Svard said to Lita, "No, the man at the booth with you. Who is he?" He offers. There's no shortness of temper here. Instead, almost absently, his attention strays towards Kanna and he considers the stall's offerings at length. "Pretty?"

Lanlan said to Jaxson, "Oh! I've got just the thing for you! All the youngsters are after -these-!" He pulls a DIY arsonry kit, complete with bottles of alchemical accelerant, neatly folded cloths, empty bottles, a sparker, and a guidebook, listing all the best targets for fire and good throwing form. All contained in an ornate wooden chest. "Just wait til the crowd dissipates before you try it out, hmm?"

Alvina joins the long line outside Kanna's booth, hoping to talk more about the Jacklin Flower she'd heard in passing earlier.

Leoxander squinted his blue eyes at Pappy. He knew her. Didn't he? Oh right, be relatable to a customer. "Hows'it?" Good enough? Gods, he hoped so. Then... after a moment, his brain which wasn't always that reliable when it came to certain moments clicked. "Pap..?"

Iintahquohae smelled wolf. ...A very specific scent that made her nose crinkle due to how she smelled it the first time, violating her cabin in Frostmaw. She steps into view of Leo and might have fallen into some casual lean on the wall of the tent, but the canvas isn't sturdy enough for such a pose. Instead she just stands there, sizing Leoxander up. “You don't look like the type for dresses,” but she motions him in anyway if he'd like to look around. It's open for everybody, after all. “Jewelry's to the left, fabric to the right, clothes in the middle.”

Jaxson immediately regrets his decision, but its too late. Little Fynn nabs the arson kit and proclaims. "This will be perfect! I can set my enemies on -fire-!" Great. Val is gonna kill Jax now. A deep sigh escapes the nobleman, but he pays the drow regardless and says. "Ah, thank you." While giving the sublime master a look of 'Really bro?" But, Fynn is already lost in the pages of learning how to be an arson. This surely won't end badly, yeah?

Valrae ’s lips twitch into a smile. “Bad ju-ju?” She seems to consider. “How bad…Well, never mind. He’ll be fine.” Excitedly, she watches as Futsuka reaches into her bag. “I… Hmmm.” The witch hesitates, her finger tapping against her bottom lip. “An owl?” Her answer came as more of a question.

Lanlan can't tell if Blaire is understating the mysticism or not, so he pulls out his magical kaleidoscope of scrying. He didn't know how to use it, or even if that's really what it was. But! Some of the ropes were definitely prettier than others, especially through that kaleidoscope. "Got it." His hands hover over his favored choices, and his laundromancy sucks them into the portable holes hidden up his sleeves. "I picked the best ones didn't I?

Blaire shrugged, pretty cavalier about it for someone who was living proof of destiny as a force. "Probably."

Lanlan said to Jaxson, "A man of culture! I humbly thank you for choosing me."

Lita isn't particular when it comes to such girlish attributes of fashion. Her own tasted lend itself to more simple and practical applications. But that doesn't mean she can't appreciate beauty, and creation. And the piece that Kanna hands her is extraordinary. She turns it over gingerly in her hands, as if holding it too long might be enough to break or damage it. "It's perfect." She says softly, still marveling. "Actually if you could write that in Elvish, would be perfection. And, can you wrap it? If not, that's okay. I just don't want to break it. How much is it?"

Leoxander caught Iintahquohae’s invitation but he currently had Khitti and Pappy at the front of Lita’s booth. Not that he was in the biggest rush to get within a baseball bat length of distance to the vampire with her foxkin fixtures.

Pappy looks at Leoxander and blushes. She speaks quietly “It’s been a long time my friend….”

Khitti nodded to Leo as she looked over the choices, eventually picking a sunflower one for Dominic. “Three, technically. Quintessa is adopted. Dominic, the one that was following me around with the chickens is mine, and there’s another, Lucien, he’s just a baby. He’s also Khitt’s technically.” She made a face and waved a hand dismissively at the technicality. ”The guy you saw in Gualon. But, that’s a rather complicated matter and it’s just easier for me to say that he’s also mine, since he is, in a way.” She wrinkled her nose at it all, but said nothing more on the subject.

Kanna smiles widely, withdrawing a long sheet of plain brown paper and twine dipped in gold paints. "Of course, dear. It's 500 gold even, but if it's a gift, then I'm willing to take whatever if that's too high." She says, moving to write down the symbolism of the jades and jasmines used in the crown.

Lita said to Svard, "Oh, Leo?" She glances over her shoulder back towards the SoulSkin booth where Leo seemed awkwardly at home with company. "He's uhm, I don't know. Good people most of the time."

Futsuka smiles as the owl figurine rolls into her palm a second before Valrae spoke it outloud, and the feline knew this was the right choice. Made of pale, white birch, Futsuka pulls out the wooden carving of a barn owl. “The Owl,” she begins, a fang poking out as she smiles wider, “The owl is intuition and wisdom. Seeing things which cannot be seen by others, knowing things before they happen. A harbinger of change and an announcer of death, the Owl is the messenger of the animal totems, the all-knowing. I feel this one will serve you well.” She hands the figurine to Valrae before searching for a second. “Hmm… it will be difficult to determine a symbol for your friend without them here.”

Iintahquohae didn't have her baseball bat today, so Leo's safe unless she can crack a couple ribs on him with fists instead. Not that she'd try. That anger is in the past. She's got money to make right now.

Lita waves a hand at Kanna, fishing a handful of gold from the pouch at her hip. "That's all?" She's surprised it's not more, really. She hands over the requested coin and then some, for the extras of the translation of meaning and packaging. "Thank you so much!"

Jaxson finally makes his way through the crowd to find Valrae, with her tattoo'd up, pirate hat wearing, arson kit having child in toe. Fynn booms with a smile, and runs up to his mother and hugs her tightly, telling her about the great time he has had. "I got tattoo's like Leoxander, and a hat! And now I have this cool book from a really cool looking guy, and it tells me how to set fire to my enemies, and comes with all these cool things!" He displays the arson kit to Val, in which Jax simply says. " A gift from your friend, Lanlan." The idea that the drow has sold multiple arson kits, and te possible trouble that could cause the city already has the man's blood pressure rising.

Lita said to Svard, "Okay, I've one more stop and then you're free and I can go rescue Leo again."

Svard said to Lita, "Shop owner?" But the crowd seems to increasingly draw his attention. He smiles faintly to both Kanna, by way of apology for not greeting her in a rough, abbreviated fashion, and then Lita. "I'll be seeing you."

Leoxander wasn’t the type to jump in and hug. But he did stand up from his seat, if that counted for some form of effort. He tore his gaze from Pappy to regard Khitti because… that was probably the most conversation the two had ever exchanged and it was both intriguing and confusing. Not the part about Khitti or adopting Quintessa, but the fact she was actually offering him words, at all. “Well, at least take one home to ‘Tessa, then.” He peeled back the film from a heart and used a quill tip dipped in ink to add ‘Mom’ to the inside before he stuck it back together and handed Khitti’s way. Only then did he look back toward Pappy.

Lita waves to Svard and then is heading towards Futsuka's booth and these little hand-carved wooden figures she's been seeing running about all day.

Leoxander said to Pappy, "How the hell are ya? Or should I ask which hell spit you back out?"

Valrae listens with a seriousness that had been missing from her before. She nods quietly, secretly very please with this choice. She takes the lovely, artistic owl and holds it gently, as if it might break if she held on too tightly. “Thank you,” She says after a moment. “Ah,” She replies, on the matter of the one Lan had asked her to get. “Well, if it helps.. He’s clever and funny. Also stylish. If anyone ever told him I said that I would deny it though. Also, maybe a little selfish.”

Gorehilt does his best impression of an art aficionado. He struts around the gallery of paintings with a haughty refrain of "hmms" and "haaws" and "the brushstrokes" this or "pigments" that. This farcical act goes on until the hem of his cape catches on an easel and he, unaware, topples it over and throws the painting onto the street. The racket is awful. His hand shoots out to catch it, narrowly misses, and only manages to poke a hole in the canvas with one of his gauntlet spikes.

Jaxson hears a ruckus, looks over and sees Gorehilt destroying a painting. Again, the orc is just being a menace it seems. But Iinks is here, so the Ravencroft heir simply levels a glare towards the pain in the backside for now.

Brennia smiles warmly to Kanna when it is her turn to be glamified by the beautiful crowns here, "greetings!" There is a short and soft raspy chuckle that follows and then she compliments, "I don't think I can choose, all of these are so pretty. Which would you recommend for me," then she realizes Alvina is behind her and she curves a wing around her dear friend while asking, "which one are you getting, Vina?"

Lanlan is wandering toward Futsuka when he sees Jaxson and Valrae together. And the little boy. It’s detour time baby. He pivots rapidly, sensing danger, and goes instead toward the tattoo place.

Khitti ’s stomach twisted into knots as Leo suggested she take one for Tessa as well. Her lips parted for a moment, then she closed them again. She just stared at the heart tattoo and nodded, taking both that and the flower one and slipping it into her satchel with the rest of her treasures from today. She missed her daughter, and worried for her, and somehow at the same time hated her. Or wanted to hate her. Betrayals always hit deep when it came from people she chose as family, and Quintessa had done it more than once now. “Thanks, Leo,” she said at length, taking the opportunity to step away from the booth before any feelings managed to pour out with regards to her currently missing daughter, while Leoxander was distracted by Pappy, disappearing just as quickly into the crowd as she had shown up.

Lanlan said to Lita, "You do tattoos? Do you think I could get one for my friend here? Though he is shy, and so I would request privacy in some form."

Brennia said to Valrae, ""my favorite is the one I am wearing now," at the time the red witch had asked. There was a twinkle of mischief in her solid teal hues as she elaborated, "it is called Hot Witch Red."

Pappy giggles. “Well it’s nice to see you too. I’m doing well. A lot has changed in these lands…”.

Penelope finally gets another chance to shimmy herself away from the booth, and she strides through the vendor-way. Eyes are glued on one booth in particular. A certain booth has her nerves prickling. It is evident that she has other floral tattoos that stain her sunny skin. Most of those floral tattoos lace over scars that resemble meaning. It had been a long time since she had gotten a tattoo. A long time since she needed to cover memories to gather new ones. Today was a day for remembrance and newness, and even though her recent story did not align with Cenril, she was hoping to start a new chapter. She walks over cautiously towards the tattoo booth, and she looks to admire the work that was present. Leoxander had come to her booth earlier. Lita, she had not recognized. The clinician is hesitant, but eventually she approaches. “I love your work.” She admires the whole business running the booth. “Any chance you’re up for a scar coverage?” She points to her collar-bone that is visible from the cut of the dress she wore. “Something floral. An array of symbolic flowers of moving on?"

Iintahquohae busies herself with arranging the central display in the main tent with what items she has remaining. Her lips press into a slight frown while she looks over at some couple in the tent, shopping together and enjoying themselves. Coulda been them, she thinks. He might have liked all of this. She squashes the thought while smoothing out wrinkles on one of her cloaks, adjusting it so it sits properly on its hanger. Now isn't the time to get emotional.

Gorehilt argues with the art vendor. He holds up the painting incredulously. "You can't expect me to pay full price for this. It has a hole in it."

Leoxander replied to Pappy though his gaze did trail after Khitti for a moment. "No sh-... I mean, yer tellin' me." The pirate was wearing butterfly face paint, for Sven's sake. Or... rather, for Lita's.

Lanlan said to Leoxander, "Helloooo can I get some service? My salamander needs a tattoo and a private stall."

Lita said to Lanlan, "Yes, definitely!" She's still on her way to Futsuka's booth, glancing over to Leo at their tattoo setup to make sure he's not drowning yet. "The shop proper's in Rynvale, off the tourist district. It's a lot more private than here, if you ever want to stop by."

Khitti took a look around after she composed herself and eventually snuck up behind Lanlan all sneaky-like in an effort to try to scare the hell out of him. “Psssst, whatcha buyin’?” She looked like she might’ve been crying, seeing as how her eye makeup was a little smudged, but surely it was just her allergies. “And what else you got? I saw that skull of Val’s… Anything I can prank my husband or sister with?”

Futsuka listens to Valrae’s words, not knowing who she was speaking of at all, which wasn’t uncommon, Futsuka didn’t know a lot of people. “I seeeee…” She turns over a figurine in secret in her bag before passing over it. “Stylish and selfish…” She lifts a dark-wooden figurine of a bird with massive plumage. “The Peacock.” Futsuka declares. “Related to the Phoenix, this bird symbolizes renewal and rejuvenation, of embracing your inner colors and letting everyone see the true you. I hope this totem suits your friend well.”

Alvina told Brennia, "I heard her mention something about Jacklin flowers earlier so I wanted to see if she had any with those." She waits eagerly behind Brennia to see which she'll get."

Lita said to Futsuka, "Are there any animal figures left? I've been seeing them all day and they are gorgeous. I would love to get one if I can."

Lanlan said, "Oh!" As Khitti snuck up on him. "Shh I just need to go somewhere to...get out of the sun. But I got just the thing!" He hands her a DIY arsonry kit, without explaining what it is. "Trish loves pranking people with stuff like this. Or?" All of the non-banished skulls that don't cannibalize each other fly out in the swarm and harass Khitti. "Do the tattoos hurt that bad?"

Pappy walks close enough to Leoxander to lean in and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Well it’s nice to see a familiar face. Are there many others still around?” She looks around at so many unfamiliar faces.

Gorehilt looks rather nonplussed carrying around a damaged painting and a substantially lighter purse.

Valrae || “Hey you two!” The witch says, looking away from Futsuka for a moment as Jaxson and Fynn appear. “Oh my goddess look at you,” She says to her son, pulling him into her arms and holding him tightly. She nods as he tells her all about his day. Her smile drops into a frown as he mentions setting fire to… Enemies? What three year old had enemies?! Her eyes move above the boy to Jaxson, her face a question mark of concern. “That… That’s awesome. Maybe we take that fire thing until you’re a little older.” Maybe we give it back never, but she doesn’t say that. Who in the gods name would give a kid a fire starting kit? She thinks she might already know the answer to that question and Jaxson helpfully confirms her suspicions. Her lips purse but she makes not comment. “Did you get anything cool?” She asks Jaxson. Settling her squirming son on her hip, Valrae looks back to Futsuka. “I definitely want one with bad ju-ju.” She informs the other woman now. She nearly gasps when the other woman produces a peacock. She suddenly hated how right it felt for Lanlan. “Oh, this is lovely. Thank you so much.” Then she passes the gold to her, thanking her again, and the trio move off to find Inks again. They enter her booth and Valrae greets her again. “I came back.” She says sheepishly. “I couldn’t stop thinking about those cloaks. Do you think I could get two of them?” When Valrae pays, she lingers with Inks as Fynn circles around Jaxson. He’d started begging the man for food. “Do you want to go with us to the tattoo tent? I haven’t gotten a chance to stop there yet. Have you done any shopping for yourself?”

Kanna holds a finger to her chin as she examines Brennia, then Alvina. "Hmm... If you're looking for something premade, you might both look good in the amethyst." Stepping back to unhook them, both crowns are just distinct enough to differentiate while still matching each other. This crown is themed in lilac tones. Amethyst crystals have been affixed with silver wire to the crown to rise up between blooms of flowers, each no larger than a honeybee. These flowers, which Kanna explains are alyssums from the southern shores of Rynvale, are sweet-smelling, with an aroma similar to that of honey, each with four lavender rounded petals and four silvery sepals. In lieu of magical preservation, the blooms have been dipped in a clear plant resin mixed ground mica stones, giving them a glittering luster. The veil of the crown hangs down from one side, and has smaller amethysts tied into the edges to keep the light material from flying away. As Kanna stands on her tip-toes to help place it on her prospective buyer, she explains, “In old Larketian books, sweet alyssum is listed as one of the many flowers delivered between nobles to convey wordless messages. The meaning of these flowers is ‘your mind’s worth far exceeds that of your priceless beauty.’” Kanna taps one of the amethysts. “And amethysts are a very mystical gem; when you draw magic from them, it helps heighten your insight.” Kanna steps back and withdraws a mirror, holding it up for them both to see. “Maybe I’m biased, but I think purple complements both teal and emerald nicely." She says, referring to their eyes.

Futsuka said to Lita, "Yes, I still have a couple left if you would be willing to trade."

Leoxander noticed the healer from the pub even before she braved closing the distance, a brow raising slightly and his expression far too evident since half his hair was knotted back in some sort of leather tie. “Most of it’s Ace’s work.” He clarified, along with the fact that, “It’s her shop in Rynvale. She jus’ puts me to work now an’ then.” And was probably a lot better at those floral designs, but Leo had in fact covered up a few scars with some roses and things in the past. Drawn to the scar she pointed out, he kept his expression solemn but… not a suspicious glare that has been made known to him lately. It usually just came naturally. Wolf senses aided his awareness of some emotion as he followed her gaze to the couple, briefly, but returned back. “I’m sure you’d rather her work, but I wouldn’t be opposed to helpin’ you out.” She had helped him in a sense, working with the Syndicate. Moving a look toward Lanlan, he nearly ducked as he felt his whiskered cheek pecked, but managed to keep his composure with a light touch to Pappy's shoulder. "Here an' there. A lot scattered to the wind, but y'never know. Here you are." And so was he.

Pappy said to Leoxander, "Well it’s nice to see you. Perhaps we can catch up on old times when you’re not so busy?"

Iintahquohae hadn't left the display area for her wares and is glad she hadn't, because the sight of Valrae, Jaxson, and Val's son who she hasn't met yet is enough to make her grin. The cloaks? Thank the gods for a distraction so she wouldn't dwell on other things. Specifically one person. “Oh you'll love these!” They didn't look very interesting what with being cooped up beneath her tent, but she takes two off of their hangers and presents them to Val. “I can wrap them up, but really...you should put one one. Step outside and see what it does. She had yards of that fabric left and wanted to do other things with it, but cloaks as a test run felt like a better idea for the Bazaar. As for her own shopping, the seamstress nods. “Got a totem off of that feline out there and a painting...Meri's work is great.” She'll leave out the bit that it's of Xalious.

Lita said to Futsuka, "I have gold and not much to trade for currently. A few temporary tattoos left at the booth, maybe." She glances over her shoulder again towards Leo and their booth. "Unless you'd want a more permanent one? Then I'd be more than willing to offer a free session at the parlor in Rynvale, anytime you'd like."

Khitti grinned at the arson kit as Lanlan handed it over. “Perfect. For Meri at least. My husband’s a bit of a pyro like me, so it’s a no-go there.” She decided to be nice for a change and summoned up a cloud of coalesced shadows over Lanlan. “Yeah, I get it. It’s a drastic change from all that cold weather we were having.” Holding out both of her forearms for Lanlan to see her own tattoos, she shrugged. “Most of these I got when I was a vampire, so it was pretty much like nothing. This one--” She motioned to the one of three strange, yet adorable fiery creatures chasing each other around. “--hurt a little, but it’s not too bad. Probably don’t get one on your wrists or hands or anything without much meat. And start small too. You can always build on it. That’s what my sister Meri’s done with these. They weren’t all one session.”

Brennia is enthralled as Kanna explains the lore of her creation and bends at the knee so Kanna doesn't have to reach too far to place the crown on her because she is so tall. Her long tapered ears somehow seem accentuated by the added crown and they are showing that she is blushing while looking into the mirror, "I absolutely love it. I know Alvina was looking for one made with something called a Jacklin flower?" Brennia cannot take her eyes off the way the purple accents her eye color, skin color and the orange dress she is in. "How much for this one?" She starts to rummage around in her bag for the gold, "have you gotten a chance to visit the Vinabre booth yet?"

Penelope lips began to pull from the corner of her mouth. Leoxander’s explanation that ‘Ace’ would be the better fit, has the girl understanding. “I get it. How about… something henna then? That way I can see if I need to find my way back to ‘Ace’? And for your ‘practice’,” she looks over her shoulder at the healer’s booth. “Why don’t we try poppies? The festival, the symbolism, although I dressed them for the bazaar, but they’re still my favorite flower, anyway. I think it might settle my nerves, too, as I’m not -that much- of a spontaneous sort.” Penelope was sort of a control-freak anyway. “You mind?” She glanced toward Lanlan, and then to Pappy as she makes sure that they are just as recognized in the bustle of it all.

Leoxander nodded off handedly to Pappy, the glare threatening to return when Lanlan mentioned his salamander. Lita had graciously responded, fortunately. And from the pirate she earned herself a ‘Getyerarsebackoverhere’ kind of look.

Alvina gasps behind Brennia. "Bre, that's beautiful and so you."

Leoxander would let Lita handle the slimy things. His attention roamed back to Penelope. "Have a seat whenever yer ready, then." The henna supplies were there in one of those boxes, he just hadn't unloaded them without the request for such. Grungy as the rogue might be on occasion (commonly), he had the decency to use that washing station more professionally while doing legit work that resulted in ink, rather than blood or worse on those callused hands.

Valrae holds up one of the cloaks, admiring it. “I think you’re right,” She agrees, fastening it around Jaxson before he gets the chance to argue with her. The other she places in her bag, for it was gift. “These are amazing. I feel like I could buy everything you make. That would be stingy though.” Fynn immediately wants a cloak exactly like Jaxsons. He was his favorite person, after all, and he needed to be exactly like him. He handled being told that there wasn’t one his size well enough though and went right back to talking about all the food he could eat. “I’d better feed him before he turns into a gremlin,” Valrae says, apologetic. She could sense the undercurrent of her friend's mood and desperately the witch wanted to distract her. “Did you want to come along? I’d like to stop by and see Leo.”

Futsuka said to Lita, "I will accept gold to aid my pilgrimage but this tattoo thing sounds interesting. I have heard of monks getting them as part of spiritual rituals so this seems like a good chance to explore that option... plus it has been a long time since I went back to Rynvale so this would give me a good excuse to return. You have a deal... now, which animal do you feel would best be your guide?"

Lanlan relaxes as Khitti puts up the shadow tent for him. Strangely, he doesn’t seem to even need a tattoo anymore. Nor does Lump for that matter. “Oh. It was actually for that guy over there,” he says gesturing to Lump. “But, really I just wanted to get away from all these people for a minute. You know how it is!” When you accidentally sell your friend’s son a pyro kit, one does suddenly find crowds overwhelming. “Why do you get them, anyway? I never saw the sense in it.” His body is already perfect, so maybe that’s why.

Kanna nods and puts the second amethyst crown back, withdrawing the crown of rubies in it's place. "These crowns are 500 each, the majority of the proceeds of course going towards the relief effort to the families of those affected by--" She cuts herself off as she almost says what the 'official' name for it is, but instead says, "--by the plague." To Alvina, Kanna shows the crown. Rubies from the Craughmoyle mines have been polished and sculpted to resemble rose petals in this arrangement. Each petal has been wrapped in criss-crossing gold wires which disappear into the woven branches of the crown. Obscuring the point where gold meets wood are preserved golden roses. Hidden hollow thorns beneath the regal arrangement serve as good capsules to pre-load projectiles, be it smoke, poison or otherwise. “I like my accessories to be functional too.” Kanna says with a wink. As Kanna stands on her tip-toes to help place it on the prospective buyer, she explains, “In old Larketian books, roses are the most famous of the many flowers delivered between nobles to convey wordless messages. Naturally, roses are the flowers given between those who shared an intense connection, be it romantic, platonic, or otherwise. These golden roses are called Jacklin’s Blossoms, from Larket, as I believe as it was told to me, these were grown specifically for her birthday one year, and kept cultivated in the gardens ever since.” Kanna taps one of the ruby roses. “Rubies are also associated with love, but they’re also said to bestow courage in casting, especially when one’s heart is sure in it's conviction.”

Penelope finds a seat while Lita works before only shifting her fabric slightly to the side. It was not a scandalous thing, as the scar was higher-up on her collarbone. She watches as the lycan washes up. "I imagine just a stemmed bundle of three will do." Beat. "So, you're running a tattoo's booth, but aren't the sharpest," pun-intended, there is a small grin on her features. "I'm sure your better than you think." Pause. "Feel free to chatter why you work the henna on me. I know you're busy holding the stall."

Lita said to Futsuka, "A deal it is then! Some gold now for your trouble and when you're ready, a tattoo. And we can discuss a more personal design you might like at the shop." She pauses then, thinking over the question of what animal might be a best guide. She's not as spiritual as some, always having believed more in what she could touch or fight for, rather than the stars or fates or things of that sort. But these things were popular. Finally a slow grin tugs at the corner of her mouth and she asks, "Do you have a jackal?"

Iintahquohae has to stifle an amused look, turning her attention toward remaining cloaks and jewelry and boots to straighten them out while Val drapes the cloak around Jackson's shoulders. “Well, with you becoming our Mayor...” She knows the election hasn't happened yet, but Inks figured saying that might help instill some more confidence. “You're going to need a nice wardrobe.” Flashing a grin at Valrae then, Inks considers tagging along. The shop can run itself easily, but she whistles over to the big man with mutton chops called Toddy to motion him over. “Hold the fort?” He gives an affirmative nod and she can stroll on out with Val, Jax, and Fynn whenever they're ready to go. “I owe that guy an apology,” she murmurs to the witch and dips her chin toward Leo. “We got into a tussle a while back.”

Khitti just kinda blinked at Lump. Wait when did that salamander get there and how did she not notice before? “Interesting.” She stared at him for a bit longer before shaking her head and returning her attention to Lanlan, “I dunno. I guess it’s mainly to help me not forget the people I care about. The nautical stars are for Brand, because he’s a captain with elemental magic.” Well, and illusions too, but still. “The mermaid is actually real too. She’s the one that went and got that other ship for us, after the Sullen Siren ripped itself apart. She saved me too from drowning after I was reborn. And the fire creatures are from a book my son loves. I’ve wanted to get others, but time has not been kind lately, with everything going on.” She shrugged. “My husband got one of a glass of whiskey, a peach blossom, and this saying him and I have had for years, after I died. People do it for different reasons.”

Valrae blushes at Iintahquohae. “Might be!” She squeaks, correcting her. She didn’t know why she did that or where the sudden embarrassment came from. Happily, the small group of them made their way toward the tent Leo, Khitti and now Lan were occupying. “Oh did you? How did that happen?” She asks Inks as the walk. They made a small stop to grab Fynn a bag of popcorn and some sort of deep fried meat on a stick that Valrae wrinkled her nose at as he devoured. “Hey!” She says to Khitti, ignoring Lanlan completely. “You both here getting ink? I think I want something…”

Brennia grins at Alvina after the explanation while she pays for the amethyst crown, "that one is perfect for you, Vina, and it looks stunning." She then excuses herself to adventure on through to the booth belonging to Iintahquohae, "whoa." Her shapely lips are parted in a smile while she is taking in all Inks has to offer, "hello." She looks familiar and thinks they may have met, this woman was on the arm of Odhranos the last time she saw him at some ball. Was it the Yule Ball? "Name is Brennia," she extends a hand to shake before gesturing to the Silver Fleet-Footed Anklets, "what can you tell me about these?"

Alvina waves apologetically at Kanna but she's thankful Brennia's spoken up for her. She elbows Brennia gently in silence. The little capsules are interesting, she wonders what she could put in them to be of use in a tight spot. "I appreciate function and form." Both make up and weapons portray both qualities vibrantly. "She was beautiful...Jacklin." The golden rose fails to capture that beauty but it is a reminder of the Queen herself. "Thank you, I didn't know this existed...and it's so carefully made." Kanna's explanation of the rubies reminds her of what Verah said. "Bestow courage in casting." Especially when one's heart is sure in it's conviction. She had a way to go to be sure of anything but the crown could be a constant reminder of that goal. "Thank you..."

Khitti shook her head at Val. “I got a couple temporary tattoos, but I’m afraid my ink is done by Meri. It feels like sacrilege to go anywhere else,” she said with a chuckle.

Valrae looks thoughtful at Khitti’s answer. “Hmm. I have enough free skin. I can get something from her too.”

Futsuka ‘s eyes grow wide with excitement. “The Jackal!” She searches for the totem that rests within her bag, producing the figurine of the lean and elegant canine carved from beach driftwood. “Self-reliance, ingenuity, creativity. The Jackal embodies these traits but it is also trickster, fooling others easily, adapting to changes swiftly, a natural survivor. The Jackal is a tough totem to live up to but it respects those who can keep up.” She hands the carving to Lita.

Lanlan didn't find anything cleared up by Khitti's explanation. "I think I would only get one if it went with my clothes. But...speaking of remembering. I have to get something for someone else, now." He's about to leave the secret shadow tent, and brave the violence of the crowd, but then he stops. "Wait. Did you want one of these?" A bonehead peaks out from the door of Lump's cabinet, its topaz eye-gems glinting in the dark. It seems to whisper ominously to her, "Buy me..."

Lanlan said to Valrae, "Actually I was just leaving! No tattoo for me today! Bye bye now..."

Leoxander afforded ‘Nel a glance back over his shoulder at her pun, the dull expression made more comical by the fiery and glitter speckled wings on his features, were he kept smearing each time he itched at his stubbled jaw. He pulled up a seat close enough to be in her space, but she happened to be there on one of those days he didn’t smell like salt and sand, dirt and trees, or sweat and liquor. Look at him wearin’ a clean shirt, and all, not counting the sparkles dusted upon it. Rather than go right for her skin, he took a quick moment to use some of that special parchment Lita made her temporary tattoos from and began to line ink three poppy blossoms, one in half bloom and the other in full, their stems short but adorned with some leaves to make the design a bit more symmetrical and not top heavy. “Somethin’ tells me you got a reason for this design…” An offer for her to explain, if she wanted to, though he could also give a valid reason to ignore the matter and move on to answer another question. “You want color? Kinda’ limited with these inks. They soak into the skin.” So those vibrant hues of her tent wouldn’t be a possibility unless she decided to get the actual needlework done.

Valrae narrows a look that would kill, if looks could do such a thing, at Lanlan as he leaves.

Leoxander peeked up to regard Valrae during her approach, but once he got in that zone, it would only be moments before the design formed. Head bowed over his work in some concentration while still keeping on guard of his surroundings.

Khitti || When Lanlan finally wandered off, he’d find that the shadow cloud would follow after him. Khitti, however, eyed that skull, then shrugged and nodded. “Yeah sure. I don’t have a skull of my own like the rest of the witches, so I might as well.” She’d snatch up that one that said ‘buy me’, hand over the necessary amount of coins, and then let him be on his way. “I’m sure Lita’s is great too!” Khitti’s words for Valrae now. “But you should definitely get something from Meri at some point too.” She nodded in agreeance with her own words.

Kanna smiles as Alvina seems to be so taken with the creation. "I did not get to meet her, but I did hear she was very lovely." Kanna says in a softer tone, bowing her head in departure as the women take their leave towards Iintahquohae's stall.

Iintahquohae grins at Val, giving the witch a reassuring pat on her shoulder. “You got this.” Explaining her and Leo's brawl on the beach was a little funny, but she still needed to air the cabin out of lycan-smell. “He crashed at my place in Frostmaw. With company.” That's vague enough. Tattoos sounded like a good idea, but with her entire back, neck and upper arms down to either elbow covered, she's lacking real estate. Even if she did say she'd tag along with Val, an avian stopping by the tent and addressing her on the way out gives her pause. “I'll catch up,” she waves at the witch, then focuses her attention on Brennia and immediately jumps into her description about those anklets after shaking the avian's hand first. Work mode is on again for the seamstress and jeweler. “A pleasure, Brennia! I go by Stitch... As for these. If you click your heels while wearing them, they'll help you get wherever you want to go faster with a little winged flourish.” Though with Brennia already winged, maybe that won't be necessary. Flight was one of her favorite modes of travel. She hands a box containing a pair of anklets to “Everything is five hundred gold pieces. I'll take more if you want, but it's all going to aid in Cenril.”

Lanlan said to Futsuka, "I have to get my friend one of these. I may have wronged her and I need to make her look past it."

Alvina bows back to Kanna and watches Brennia go to Inks' stall. It's time for Alvina to take her leave. Vinabre's booth is well manned.

Penelope tries to shove the straps of the sling around her neck as well, so Leo gets a good angle without any barrier. The strange man presses the parchment on her skin, and the feeling was numb. An odd feeling. She was still trying to get used to this scar. She normally rubbed over it when she was nervous, but the physical nerves were lost to her now. Moss eyes do not particularly look at the man before her. Instead, she tries to focus her gaze back towards the healing tent from afar. Ruari looked a little frantic. “I’ve always loved poppies. As a kid.” Beat. “But poppies are normally used for regrowth–well, the orange ones, which if I get this design, I’d do color. For now, regular henna ink is fine. I think it fits the event well. Remembrance.” She tries to keep her tales short for the public walking by. “Line-art is perfect enough.”

Brennia does have wings, but the anklets look so beautiful! "Thank you so much, Stitch. I'll take a pair," she says confidently, but in all honesty she isn't strong enough to fly for too long these days and these anklets will actually come in handy until her strength comes back! Heck, they are so stylist she might still wear them anyway.

Futsuka said to Lanlan, ".....Perhaps. What do you have to trade for one?"

Khitti was still inwardly missing Quintessa, knowing she would’ve liked to be here at this event. After a moment of hesitation, Khitti raised her hand and waved at Kanna. “I take it back! I’ll get commissions and one of your crowns!” With a ‘be right back’ to Valrae, she’d run over to the necrobotanist’s booth, clearly out of breath, and point at one of the puff crowns. “I need. One of those. Please.”

Valrae said goodbye to Inks and shot Leo a grin as he looked up from his work. “I agree. Maybe we could go together. Best friend date?” She asks sweetly. Her eyes move back to Leo, watching him work. She really, really wanted a moon behind her ear and wondered if he could squeeze her in next.

Lita tempers her elation some as she's handed the jackal carving. She murmurs a thanks, her thumb arcing across the animal's back as she stares down at it in her hands. "I look forward to getting to thank you properly!" She doesn't remember to get the woman's name as she turns to head back across the bazaar towards the SoulSkin booth. Leo's amassed quite the little entourage for himself apparently. She offers pleasant smiles all around. "Hope Leo here has been on his best behavior!" She announce to the little group as she tucks away her recent purchases for later perusal.

Iintahquohae is pleased with Brennia's reaction to the anklets and happily hands over a pair in a wooden box to her. “ I hope they serve you well. She's making a killing off of...well, everything by the looks, as she examines her gradually dwindling stock. She'll need to head back to her shop to dive into new projects after packing up for the night here.

Leoxander made certain that copy stuck appropriately, much like the temporary tattoos, before he peeled away the carbon parchment and leaned with a reach backward for a mirror so she could inspect the preview of the three poppy design. “While I got you here, I didn’ get much of a chance to look around.” Nevermind that he was a little nervous to approach Iintahquohae’s tents, not so much for their previous encounter but just the intimidation of shopping for a female. “I was gonna ask Lita…” He spared a look in the direction the vampire had been caught up. Perhaps he could have asked Khitti for advice, but their acquaintanceship was tentative, at best. “I know she’ll like that book of yours, but I wanted to get my-...” The word was still strange, almost forbidden. He’d go with the name most knew. “I was gon’a see if there might be somethin’ else ‘round here Lora’ might like.” Gods, he prayed her cousin didn’t have hearing like he did. Lita's arrival (finally) earned her a mocking glare. "I hope you at least brought me back somethin' to drink."

Lanlan said to Futsuka, "Do you like this?" Lanlan held out a dubious cookbook, but a chattering skull took any sort of inquiry as its cue, and menaced her. "ME. I am for trade!" Lanlan sighed, he didn't think Futsuka was the type to be interested in obnoxious representations of evil. "There's also this? When magic fails and you need a," he raises his voice by several decibels, "Very controlled and responsible burning, for when you need to clear some weeds or something like that."

Brennia has yet to become a patron to a few of the booths and she sees the tattoo one is a little crowded, plus there is that guy over there who choked her once when she met Hudson. She might stop by there next and at least peruse the tattoos, maybe it will be fun to get a temporary one to contrast the black ink pattern. For now she heads over to Lanlan's booth because those crystal skulls are oddly calling to her and she must inquire, but she patiently waits her turn.

Penelope feels like she can breathe when Leoxander lifts the parchment off her torso. She feels a little raw, Sven knows what would happen if it was an actual needle. She did not want to think of the flood. Though, Leoxander is quick to catch Ardelian as the woman was a girlie girl. “Advice? Women just like anything you set your mind to. I’m glad you put your name in the raffle.” She inhales sharply. Penelope’s eyes lift when Lita comes into view. The Ardelian holds still before tucking back. Instead, she gives off a soft, silken smile. “Good customer service, I reckon. I owe you.” Penelope stands and looks in a nearby mirror. Her smile fades as she looks at the henna beginning to soak into her skin. She would be back. Back for permanent ink. “I…” Tuck it back, Nel. The stubbornly, independent goof turns around. “Thanks,” she forgot his name. “What do I owe you..?” Beat. “Whatever you say, I’ll raise it and I suggest you come see me.” Not for her, but for that girl Leoxander was so sheepish about. With that, she would throw whatever money she owed at Leo and leave for the raffle.

Penelope stops wherever she is, or whatever she is doing momentarily because it was time. Time for a winner! While the firework show is in full bloom, the girl takes the opportunity to draw some of the crowd in her direction. “Hey! Hi. Hello!” She waves giddily before falling back to that graceful posture to address the attentive folks around her. “Thank you everyone for coming out today to support the cause and keeping Cenril in your hearts! All these generous donations today will go to the medical funding for Cenril to repair damage that was done as there is now a lack of resources, research funds, and more! Together, you are healing Cenril again from such a hardship, and it does not go unnoticed, and for that, the winner of tonight’s raffle will be this beautifully crafted botanist’s book. Written by famous, experienced botanists in Lithrydel!” She would hold up a new, thicker book, different from the ones at the table. One that was a light brown leather with a front that was imprinted with kaleidoscope designs and butterflies, and this one is also autographed and a special edition. The book would be twined with a dark leather wrap to keep it closed. What is different about this book is that it was an advanced version of the books for sale at the table and would have a little more information regarding the plants around Lithrydel. Anecdotes and more! “The plants in this book are native to Lithrydel–the environments they are in and their healing properties. This one is a special edition that includes a few extra secrets and anecdotes. Another way to promote medicine. Someone once said, ‘flowers are conscious, intelligent forces. They have been given to us for our happiness and our healing’. I hope this book brings the light that people deserve.” Penelope laughs a little sheepishly at her bookish quotes before continuing on with a beat. “That being said, our winner for the day’s raffle is… Leoxander! Congratulations!” She would then give off the possession to the lucky winner. “Enjoy the rest of the evening!”

Futsuka wrinkles her nose at something Lanlan said, like the words themselves smelled awful. “Magic, did you say?” Her eyes narrow at the baubles he offered. “Using magic is a profane insult to the natural order- is that what I am to assume you are offering me? Evil trinkets and bad juju? I'd sooner take your offer to work as my indentured servant…” Futsuka considers his offer for a moment, close to thinking Lanlan is one of those ‘mage-types’ that she didn’t trust one bit. “How does this fire work? Is it safe?”

Iintahquohae 's ears are burning. Not because she can hear Leo talking (she can't over all this noise) but because someone wandered into her tent and was inquiring about fabric and she wanted to ensure that whatever one of her helpers said was accurate. This whole fox ear and fox tail thing was bothersome with the way her new appendages liked to wiggle and give away her emotions, but thankfully the ears aren't twitching and the tail isn't wagging. She takes the lull in her work as a miniature break, ducking behind the display case in the main tent to uncork a waterskin that is full of blood, somehow kept warm via magical means. Her ravenous nature was mostly gone lately, but better safe than sorry.

Lita manages an apologetic smile to Leo. "I'll pour yah a nice pint back at the Jolly Roger after all this if yah want." Of his own booze. She's generous that way. She's distracted then by Leo's name being called as the raffle winner and she claps a hand to his shoulder- assuming he's not currently doing one of those tattoos, otherwise she'll refrain. "Look at you bein' rewarded for all this face time and what not!"

Lanlan is still negotiating with Futsuka when one of his crystal skulls spies Brennia giving him the eyes. The skull chatters with anticipation and then abruptly bursts through the door of the cabinet strapped to Lanlan's giant salamander. It imposes itself into her hands, teeth chattering all the while. It sighs comfortably and mentions rather off-handedly, "Five-hundred gold."

Lanlan said to Futsuka, "Oh very safe! As long as you follow the instructions!"

Lanlan said to Brennia, "Hey! You weren't just going to take that without paying were you?"

Futsuka said to Lanlan, "I uh," Her cheeks turn a bright shade of red, "Do I have to read that?"

Brennia flinches as the crystal skull leaps into her tattooed hands and then she holds the item up, looking to the gemstone eyes while a stiletto shaped black nail traces the orbital bone. She blinks a couple of times when it says five hundred gold and looks to the merchant at the booth, "I probably shouldn't buy this." It was giving her an odd tingling at the part her wings meet her back, "it is really cute, though." She places the gold in the short drow's hand before braving the tattoo tent to see what they have in stock for the temporary ones.

Valrae cheers as the winner of Penelope’s raffle is announced and it’s none other than Leoxander. Because she assumes he’ll be busy now with fetching his prize, and also because Fynn had become fussy and tired after eating all of his food, Valrae collects her son in her arms and says quick goodbyes to anyone within earshot. She spends a little more time browsing the stalls before she, Fynn and Jaxson all take a short ride on the Mage’s Ferris wheel. Afterwards, her aunt Belinda appears and spirits the child away from them so that Valrae can make her rounds in a more official capacity. The witch checks in with all of the vendors and staff, makes time to thank as many as she can individually, and helps out wherever is needed until, exhausted, she and Jaxson head toward home.

Lanlan said to Futsuka, "Of course you don't have to. It's mostly there for children, it would be irresponsible to just give this to a child without instructions. Anyone can figure it out though it's just," he opens the ornate wooden box, packed with straw. Inside there's several bottles of alchemically crafted accelerant, a sparker, some bottles, and some cloth. "Pretty self explanatory, right?" He didn't know, he didn't put this together."

Kanna tilts her head to one side. "You don't want a custom one, then?" While Khitti catches her breath, Kanna moves to retrieve the mossy-green crown hidden in the back. Like the one she gave to Penelope, this crown's peridot geodes have been arranged in a way that they might look like moss glistening after a fresh rainfall, with white puffball mushrooms peeking out between the gem clusters.

Futsuka is extremely confused about what Lanlan is trying to show her. "So uh... do you drink that or...?"

Valrae || As the sun sank down into the ocean, the Bazaar continued in full swing. Food was sold, music was played while people danced, the Mage’s Guild’s magical ferris wheel turned and offered stunning dusky views of it all. When the darkness fully settled, witch and magelight twinkled over it all and lent a magical, dreamy feel as the festivities continued. The final show came with a dozen witches taking to the sky on brooms to set off a magical fireworks display. There was a short but animated battle between two warring dragons, written in colorful bursting light. There were kings, unicorns, dragons and gods. There were hearts, and faces and the sun and moon blooming and sparking out. The sound boomed over Cenril, happy and hopeful well into the early hours of the morning.

Lanlan said to Brennia, "Yeah..." He narrows his eyes at her. Obviously if he hadn't caught her she was going to steal it. "Thanks."

Lanlan said to Penelope, "Rigged."

Lita waves at Brennia, admiring the woman's ink as she approaches the tattoo booth. She recognizes the avian but isn't able to put a name to the face right off. "Hey," she offers as greeting. "Looking for something in particular?"

Brennia said to Lanlan, "Welcome!" Then she looks him up and down and narrows her gaze at him as well! She isn't a thief, "bye then."

Lanlan said to Futsuka, "Hmmm. I suppose you could. Well no. Don't drink it. But! If you swish it around in your mouth and then spray it out while holding a match, it'll be just like having fire breath!"

Leoxander waved off the cost. What? Who the heck was this guy? Not taking people’s money? “For the cause.” He remarked, half heartedly, or would at least throw it Lita’s way for her shop. He was here working off his own new ink (and helping out a friend or two). So clearly someone had robbed Leo of his body again to be charitable for a day. Maybe there was something to that Karma thing, because next he knew while he was wiping up the work station and putting some supplies not for sale away, he heard his full first name. That prize was exactly what he’d had his eye on for Loravelle while visiting the healer’s tent, and his brows raised as he took it into grip. If no one was having a heart attack, yet, his quiet, “Thanks…” might do them in. He glanced Lita’s way while probably picking up some bottle of water that had got him in the shoulder or back, but it might as well have been a diving dragonfly.

Penelope said to Lanlan, "I wanted it to be you... well, I wanted it to be anyone... Wait..." Panic. "Do you think it -was- rigged?" The girl looks sweaty and if eyes are all over her. "I'm -sure- it wasn't. We're all in it for the charity, right?"

Brennia shrugs with a warm smile for Lita and maybe a glance to Leo as she answers the question, "maybe just a colorful temporary one to offset all the black ink." She honestly doesn't have a free spot, "maybe here," she runs her fingers along her own upper chest just under her collar bones which are currently accentuated by the body shimmer lotion she sells.

Futsuka said to Lanlan, "Hmm... Do you have something more practical, like a poppet or a staff? I can build fires well enough already."

Khitti sighed sadly as Kanna questions her choice. “It’s not for me… It’s for Tessa.” Khitti frowned a bit and took the crown, giving Kanna the money she owed her before stuffing it into her bag carefully. “I’m still getting the commission--two even maybe. But, I dunno. This one… just felt… like she’d want it.” She tried hard to bite back her feelings, but seeing as how she was already teary once, it didn’t take much for her to get that way again. “Alright, I’m gonna collect my kid and head home. And I’ll meet up with you later for the commissions.” And with that, she did just what she said, and headed for the wharf.

Lanlan said to Penelope, "Look at that guy," he says, glancing at Leoxander slyly. "That isn't a man you can trust."

Lanlan said, "I do!" As if on cue, one of the stuffy dolls pulls itself out of a termite hole in the cabinet, and grumpily stomps its way over to Futsuka. And Lanlan pulls a mostly ordinary staff from the cabinet door. "Here they are. Critically, this staff only -pretends- to be magical. It's actually not magical at all!"

Penelope said to Lanlan, "Really...?" The optimist looks a little concerned that she might have been lied to. Gullible girl, as well. "Do you know him?" She looks down at her chest--she cannot really see her collarbone. Only the stems of the henna, but she saw it in the mirror. Leoxander, after all, was a stranger. Most people were. So was Lanlan. Gullible. Girl. Though the -public- was around. Would this look bad if other people were talking about it? "I mean, he gave me a nice henna piece? I mean, he's down here helping the cause. Right? Right?" Beat. She observes Leoxander from afar now. "Also, he has butterfly face-paint. I love butterflies. You really think?"

Lita nods at Brennia's request. All the temporary tattoos they've laid out are in simple black and white designs, to have made things easier, but she's a few stashed away she'd meant to hand over to Meri for her little, but just hadn't had the chance in all the chaos. "Sure." She rummages through some supplies to find the little bundle she'd packed and chooses one of a celestial design, rather than a floral pattern. It's a darker blue background with a smear of silvered stars but the center is a large planet muddled in dusky reds and purples with a highlight of vibrant rings that seemed to almost glow with a neon pigment. With the bazaar wrapping up, she didn't mind giving away one of these more special stick-ons. "This one alright?" She'd ask, nodding the girl to have a seat beside her.

Kanna nods solemly as Khitti carefully puts away the gift. She missed her too, and knows she would have been elated to see Lanlan of all people buy one of her creations, and request all sorts of poisonous combinations for weaponized accessories. Still, though, as Kanna looks out at the setting sun, she thinks that she's had a good day.

Lanlan said to Penelope, "It's publicity, Penelope! And no. I don't know him," Lanlan lies, out of obligation. "But I have a good nose for these things. I love butterflies too, that's the worst part. Using what we love against us..."

Khitti said to Lanlan, "Leave Penelope alone or I'm going to make you work with Bradyn back at the tower. *does that whole 'I'm watching you' gesture on her way out of the marketplace*"

Futsuka wipes the sweat from her brow. "Oh good, because if this staff was magical I would have to refuse… I think we can make a trade… although that doll… something feels off about it. It has bad energy. Bad vibrations.” She narrows her scarlet hued eyes, taking a step away. “Okay tell me about your friend that you wish to give a figurine to- these totems want to connect to people- I need to know what kind of person they are before I can allow them to go. Understand? They are very particular.”

Brennia sits down with delight on her expression, "perfect!" With Brennia being a little closer, Lita will pick up her favorite scent coming from the avian, but that isn't something Brennia can control or really even knows about. Her solid teal hues watch the woman as she works and the bazaar is winding down. "How much for these?"

Lanlan said to Futsuka, "Oh man. Well. She's brash, chaotic, brazen, dangerous. Does things for people but ropes you in so you have to do them too. Dangerous things! I didn't want...But she means well. But still! She's good, though, really. This person is. That pretty much says it all, I think."

Penelope said to Lanlan, "Wait..." She pauses that Lanlan does not know Leoxander. "So you're just judging based on appearance?" Her face falls flat as her mind reflects to the Xalious Tree night where the drow was wondering why she was staring at him. "You're something else." She tries to bite back her tongue, but there is a hint of a smile of the jealousy. "Good night, 'Sublime Master Lanlan'.""

Lanlan cracks into a mischievous grin when Penelope catches him.

Lanlan said to Penelope, "Goodnight Nosy Hedge-witch."

Leoxander was looking at Brennia’s collarbone as he stood. Honest. The shimmers and stuff, not to mention she literally pointed the spot out. Satchel drawn over shoulder weighed with a couple books, a good majority of supplies sold or packed away, he took a drink from that not-so-random water bottle. “I’m’a look around before everyone closes shop. You good?” Asked to Lita, though Lanlan had caught his attention at a distance for a glance. Hard to glare with a butterfly on his face. Honestly, the one time he -hadn’t- cheated and -had- actually lightened his pockets. Deciding to take the upper road, or at least the path down the street, he looked toward Kanna and stopped. Wasn’t she the dead girl? Technically, undead, then dead, and… well it was all a bit confusing in the end. But she did seem to be selling things that might appeal to his book keeper. He hadn’t really interacted with the Botanist beyond watching her fight valiantly and die to the same champion he’d suffered a loss to, but was confident enough she had no reason to throw her poisonous things his way immediately. Although he gave a glance at the make up booth and the boutique of clothing, they were both a little more intimidating to the rogue for some reason. But he still seemed a bit stalled between the three.

Lanlan said to Kanna, "Alright last stop. And this one's for a friend, but do you have any green ones left?"

Penelope turns back to Ruari. "You think you got this? I think I need to turn in, so I need to trek back to Kelay with this painting. I'll be around to organize the earnings we made to donate. Plus, I need to find some gift-wrap in the cottage for the stuff I found today!" The Ardelian beams, as a certain witch still needed wedding gifts. Ruari stares at the human with a blankness. "Uh, sure, yeah. I'll meet you back in Kelay. I'll see you later, Penny." And with that, the clinician is off on her own trek back to current roots for the evening.

Leoxander watched Lanlan interact as though the drow might give some clue on how to go about the process.

Kanna does a count of her remaining inventory and compares it to her earnings today. There was no way she could reasonably keep all of his. 200 gold pieces are tucked away on one side, and the lofty remainder are put aside for use later. The Steadman would not rent out rooms for free no matter the cause, and if the recently undead migrating from Cenril needed a place to stay, it was better that they have some semblance of privacy to mourn their loss of mortality. Though Kanna does not look up, a quick glance at the awkward man loitering between two closed stalls was enough to understand the sentiment. "You can come closer, dear, I don't bite. Not anymore, at least." Then Lanlan is leaning over the edge of the opposite side of the booth. Kanna blinks, pointing at the jade one with flowers and the peridot one with poisonous mushrooms. "When you say green..."

Lita isn't sure if Brennia smells like jasmine or if that's just her own perfume. Or maybe they wear the same brand. Either way, she's a fan. "Whatever you want to donate. All the proceeds are going back to the city today." She answers as she peels the transfer tape from the planetary image and turns it to press it ink side down against the woman's skin, making sure the placement is acceptable. "I made Leo do most the hard work. Thankfully he's a good sport about it." Not that he hadn't owed her own for that new tattoo anyway, but that was neither here nor there. "But, that way it was just mostly us donating some time and a bit of supplies." 'Cause they were being good samaritans, theoretically, at least for the day. Or appearing as such. Had to save face for some good will that may or may not come in handy at some point down the line. You just never knew. She presses a damp cloth to the stick-on paper, counting in her head. "Have you enjoyed the bazaar so far? It's been a beautiful day for it." Again, she forgets this usual process of having to introduce yourself to new people.

Futsuka allows her hand to drift into her bag to feel for the totem statues- she could sense they were weary, not many more would want to leave tonight, but one in particular wanted to leave Futsuka’s possession and find a home, even if it was an uncertain journey to get there. “The Serpent.” Futsuka says as she draws out the totem animal, the one that wished to leave the most. The warm, almost orange acacia wood snake coiled in a threatening ‘S’ , its dark eyes gleaming like a true viper. “The Snake is a very primal totem, an ancient and mysterious power, one few understand. Symbolizing transformation, life changes, and the strength to heal through those changes. Intuitive and calculating the snake offers cool guidance to those who have it as a totem, a mix of unconscious feeling and rational decisiveness. A symbol of duality.” She finally hands the wooden carving to Lanlan. “Make sure this one gets where you mean for it to go or it might grow resentful of you.”

Brennia continues to smile with content. "I bought so much stuff today, but I really needed some retail therapy," she keeps the conversation light while they wait. "I also picked up a little something for my love, Zahrani," Brennia is unsure who her partner knows and doesn't know. "I noticed you were enjoying the event with a friend of yours," there is a knowing little grin on her lips.

Leoxander found a bit of humor in someone telling him -they- didn’t bite. That was a new sentiment. Lanlan seems to have the floor when it comes to her attention but he’s listening, particular when the adjective of ‘green’ is exchanged. A few steps taken closer on the heavy tread of his boots and his free hand idly settles in a pocket while he waits and watches. Having that blonde tied back out of his eyes almost makes him seem that much more human without nocturnal hours reflecting his gaze into gold. He hadn’t noticed Futsuka’s booth before then, and watched for a moment to see the exchange of the carved figure with restrained curiosity.

Lanlan said to Futsuka, "What if I change my mind and decide to keep it?"

Futsuka said to Lanlan, "Then it will be doubly resentful for this ceremony to be tainted by lies. It is a very sacred pact you just entered into."

Lita said to Brennia, "Briefly, yes." Though there's no blush or even much of a smile at mention of Svard, who is the friend she assumes the girl means with her comment. "He doesn't like crowds so much." She doesn't recognize the name of Brennia's aforementioned love, though that's not so surprising. Lita isn't exactly a social butterfly these days. Not that she ever was, really. The mention of her getting them a gift does make her smile soften a bit though, as she tests a corner of the transfer paper to ensure the ink has set and then peels it back slowly. "That's so sweet. What did you get them?"

Lanlan does indeed go closer. “You would’ve never bit me anyways,” he says pshawing her perhaps naively. Though she -was- much nicer to him than most people. Maybe she was buttering him up like toast. He looks at the two crowns. “Ah!” He knew what one looked better, but he didn’t know which one they would -like- better, and sometimes he allows people to be wrong. “TWO green ones? Both then.” It feels like he’s been had. Who has two green ones.

Leoxander noticed Lanlan’s distraction with the figurine maker and took the opportunity to approach Kanna. “...Welcome back.” Not the most eloquent greeting, but he could relate to her return. He mostly avoided the bard’s bright eyes to look at whatever she had in supply or display at her booth, that hand raising from his pocket to rub his neck where he’d cracked it, earlier. Gods he needed a drink. “You got anything -...” Touch to his head, fumbling a bit. He could talk his way out of a ogre’s prison or haggle a King’s ransom but seemed damn awkward trying to buy a flower crown.

Brennia said to Lita, "I got her a painting of the Cenril Bridge because the Isran Collective is based here, but because of everything they had to relocate to Schezerade where Nildran Construction helped make a bed and breakfast homey for the felines." Brennia mentions, "I've gotten a tattoo done at SoulsKin once, by Meri." She looks down, patiently waiting for the ink to adhere to her skin, "she's a real lifesaver, that one."

Lanlan said to Leoxander, "Line's behind me, Leo."

Kanna raises an eyebrow at the flirtatious comment with a cheeky grin. "Only for the right price I would've." That would shut him up long enough for her to get both the veiled crown and the weaponized crown down from their perches. The peridot is placed carefully on top of the jade crown for him to take both. "750 gold. Friends discount."

Lita said to Brennia, "That's really sweet." And she means it. Being homesick was no fun, by any means. She makes a bit of a face when Brennia mentions having gotten a tattoo done by Meri at the shop. That had been ages ago. "She is a lifesaver." She agrees though. She'd only ever reopened the shop because of Meri. "It's been a long time since Meri worked there but I'm so happy to see where she's gone in life." She presses a dry cloth over the tattoo to make sure it and the surrounding area is dry. "I think you're all set. But if you ever want a more permanent addition, please don't hesitate to come back by the shop again."

Leoxander looked over the unfamiliar drow. And yet, something was familiar about him. He had to give himself a little internal pep talk not to throw a fist into the back of Lanlan’s head. Well, that was enough patience that he could spare for that moment, turning to walk on toward the last stall and trio of tents set up on the grounds, the emptied water bottle tossed overhand into a barrel on the way.

Kanna turns to look at Leoxander as Lanlan fumbles to count out the gold coins, tilting her head to one side. "I remember you. You and your friend from the islands always sat in the front row during the tournament matches." Kanna's eyebrows raise as she realizes what he's asking. "Ah. I think what you're looking for is this." Polished jadeite sculpted to look like leaves have been carefully affixed with white-gold wires so that their arrangement makes them look like the natural counterparts to double-petaled white jasmine blooms. These varieties of jasmine, which Kanna says she believes are called Tristam Claws, are only sold in the Gualonian gardens, and are fragrant even from several feet away. In lieu of magical preservation, the blooms have been dipped in a clear plant resin mixed ground mica stones, giving them a glittering luster. The veil of the crown hangs down from one side, and has smaller jade pearls wrapped along the edges to keep the light material from flying away. As Kanna holds it out for Leoxander to inspect, she explains, “In old Larketian books, jasmines are listed as one of the many flowers delivered between nobles to convey wordless messages. Though they didn’t specifically mention Tristam Claws, jasmines in general were reserved for recipients that were deemed to be the epitome of grace and elegance.” Kanna taps one of the jade leaves. “Jadeites were also favored by many nobles, since drawing power from them helped bring about calm and courage when grace alone was not enough.” As Kanna steps back for Leo to examine, she adds, "This is the same one your friend at the SoulsKin booth bought too."

Brennia said to Lita, "Thank you so much," she smiles up at the woman and pokes dimples in Brennia's cheeks. Bre observes the ink on her chest, but then the permanent ink on her skin swirls on her skin to flick the temporary one off. Oddly, Brennia doesn't look surprised or freaked out and nearly happy. Then she realizes how it must look to someone else and she just pretends nothing happened before gathering her things to make a hasty exit, but not before offering a farewell, "thank you again!"

Lita stares as the woman's tattoos seem to swirl to life of their own accord and apparently don't like the temporary tattoo very much as it's somehow magically shoves off the woman's skin entirely. Lita blinks at the display, confused for a moment but the woman stands with a wave, seemingly ready to head off for the evening. Okay. She waves an awkward farewell and then goes about packing up the booth supplies, since Leo is still out shopping.

Leoxander only managed a few steps before Kanna spoke in his direction. Naturally, that was a voice that called for attention, given her profession and talent, so he looked back her way in his pause. “You did damn good.” He offered, without ‘cutting in line’ though Lanlan wasn’t getting much of any apology through the rogue’s body language. Attention was gladly drawn to the jadeite and jasmine crown, and although he wouldn’t know much about royal or regal design, he did recognize some value in its construction. “Can’t say I give a lick about a noble’s opinion but… yer right.” Loravelle also happened to adore Lita, and since he didn’t have his friend at his side for advice or decision, this was the next best thing. It took him only the feel of the gold in his hand to count out a rough amount and he placed it down on the counter with a hard look Lanlan’s way, knowing the amount should cover it. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” His mention about back-of-the-line.

Lanlan rolls through the emptier street and lands back in Iintahquohae's tent. Was it still open to the public? He doesn't even consider that, he just makes his way inside. "Okay now that all the plebs have gone," says Lanlan deviously. "What else are you hiding in this place. Hmm? I know you got something." He has no idea if she does. But now he has a slight surplus, and what's the point of making a budget if you don't blow it?

Iintahquohae 's tent is still open, except for the part that's curtained off with employees swearing and hollering and probably getting drunk. The kids are all in bed, right? She's behind the glass case at the far end of the main tent, but she steps out from behind it when Lanlan strolls in. Her customers have slowed down to a trickle due to the later hour, and the woman does in fact have some extra stuff that wasn't set up on the shop floor for sale... But it's right behind that counter that she walked away from. She lifts her finger to indicate she wants the Sublime Master to wait, then dips back behind it to retrieve a long and flat wooden box that is set on top of the glass display case turned counter. A click of metal clasps and she lifts the top open, revealing a series of wands nestled in a rich green velvet, carvedfrom various woods harvested across Lithrydel, particularly Sage and Venturil's Silver Forest in this batch. Each one is carved differently, working with the design of the grain instead of against it, some tipped on one end or the other with a jewel. “I've been working on figuring out how to make wands since right around the time I was sired,” Inks explains. “I wouldn't say I've mastered it, but....” Aesthetically at least, they look to be well made. It'd take a mage of Lanlan's caliber to determine their worth, though.

Lanlan pulls the straps off Lump the Fattest Salamander and levitates the cabinet, its purpose being ultimately served. Over the course of several moments, it impossibly folds itself up like a piece of paper until its nothing but an envelope. Then he pulls out a decently hefty bag of gold coins from his pocket and plops it on the ground behind him, for Lump to munch on. Already the orange baby nudges the folds of the bag open with his snout, and starts scarfing up wealth, slobbering all over. Then he follows Inks to her prizes, and instantly he feels his eyebrows tremble as she pulled the box out from behind the counter. Even before he saw them, he knew there were items of powerful magic hidden in there. In anticipation, he pulls out his scrying kaleidoscope, for the second time today. Of course he makes his guesses first, and naturally is inclined toward ones with gems embedded in them. “Oh my god I can’t believe you. Sicko.” But he clearly means it as the best compliment imaginable. “Now let’s see…” He pulls the kaleidoscope to his eye and gradually turns it while slowly surveying the wands. The one that stands out isn’t the one he expects, it seems a rather ordinary stick on the outside, but through his kaleidoscope, it’s nearly blinding. Grab that one Lanlan. Take it. Take it! “This one,” he says, snatching up a slender and wavy piece of wood. Curiously, it forks at the end into two tapering points. Instinct compels him to clutch it jealously toward his chest. But then he gets ahold of himself. “I mean, if the price is good of course?”

Iintahquohae has never properly met Lump the Fattest Salamander, but her eyes are on the creature for a long moment while it eats...gold? And a cabinet folds itself up into nothing. She's colored impressed, albeit confused, but her attention is on the wands and Lanlan's reaction to them primarily. “Sicko? I-” Oh. Her eyes settle on the wands and she tries not to laugh. Without knowing just what that kaleidoscope does, she figures it must be similar to the loupe she uses to examine jewels. That seems to be the case too, Inks thinks, as it looks like Lanlan has chosen a wand. Price? Oh. Uh...Well, she hadn't thought of a price. First wand sale to one of her best customers and a friend should be something special, so instead of a sale... “On the house. Let me know if it's good, yeah?” She's hopeful. Years of studying, mostly outside of the guild rather than in it, has culminated to this and hopefully it paid off. “Might try staves next, but...I always wanted to give wands a whirl.” Unless Lanlan wanted to take a look at another wand or more, she closes the box and puts it away. It sounded like everything must be winding down out there, and while she wasn't tired, Inks considers shooing her employees home for the night so she can shut down too. “Once I've got all of this packed up, I'll be back to working on your coat.” That would be her primary project until it's perfect. She can already see the pile of test coats that didn't quite make the cut piling up on a floor in her shop somewhere until she had something perfect for Lanlan. “Anything else I can do for you before I shut down for the night?”

Lanlan narrows his eyes suspiciously at her. “Deal.” He still has no idea why he wants this one so much, it just called to him. Or something within him called to it. “Oh! Yes, do staves next. I tried it. It’s not for me.” He wasn’t an instant prodigy so therefore it wasn’t worth his time. “Maybe you can do something with these, nobody wanted them.” He unfolds his impossible envelope just a little bit, and plunges his arm into the portable hole that it really is. It appears to just vanish into a piece of paper, but he pulls out staff after staff, just unloading them on her. “Anything else…” he repeats to himself, his mind utterly occupied by wonder at his wand. “Oh, I don’t think so.” He leaves without even saying goodbye.

Iintahquohae tries not to look annoyed at the pile of staves piled on her before Lanlan's exit, but...even with the mess, she sees some potential here. He's done half the work. She just has to tinker with getting the magic to work just right with 'em. “Thanks,” said genuinely, even if she had to pick up the mess. “Keep in touch, Lan,” though he's probably long gone by now. Once she's done picking up the staves and finding some length of rope left over from pitching tents, she ties them together into a bundle. Now she had another project to immerse herself in until another wave of emotion regarding her husband rose. Shame Inks didn't drink more. It's gonna be a long night.