RP:Sky Tag
Part of the Festival of Aramoth.
The Mounts to Choose From
- A young female Frost Dragon, somewhat skittish but eager to please.
- An adolescent male Ice Wyvern, extremely competitive and high spirited.
- A male Frost Gryphon, quite vain and proud, likes to win but not at the expense of his appearance.
- An adult female Peryton (winged deer), mild-mannered, knowledgeable and experienced compared to the younger mounts.
- A female Frost Gryphon, very warrior-like and headstrong, requires a firm and confident rider or she will ignore commands.
- A young male Fire Drake, excitable, energetic, loves to play games like Sky Tag.
- A newly fledged Phoenix, she carries herself with a calm, dignified air, but streaks of her youthful mind show themselves in moments of excitement.
- A male Wind Wyvern, very small (smaller than a horse), but remarkably fast, he has a mind as quick as his wings.
- An adult female Roc, what she lacks in speed she makes up for with superior flying acrobatics.
- A male Venturilian pterosaurs, more feral than the rest of the mounts, he is a handful to manage but his flying skills are powerful and well-honed from the wilds.
Northern Outpost
Misaki was excited for Sky Tag. She still wasn't 100% after her duel, but she was eager to join in on the fun. Satoru, however, had problems with flying unless he was in his crossbow form... so he would stay out of this, unless Misaki insisted to carry him for one reason or another.
Misaki wandered into the area, chipper and almost glowing. Her wings were missing, it seemed... but they you notice the birthmark on her back, in the same shape as her wings. Oh. She just had them hidden. Less distraction, it seemed. "So where are the mounts~?" she wondered out loud, excitedly. Satoru was behind her, as always, looking a little green. "...if you don't mind, Mistress, ah..." he started. "OH hush," she said, "go sit down and be a big baby, if it pleases you."
Chakor walks over to the grown Peryton. He is slow to approach, having dealt with the winged Cervinae back in his homeland. The deer lowers its head slightly, allowing the elf to approach. Extending a hand, he strokes the soft hide of the creature. "You look like you'll be a great mount." he mumbles to the beat. He had decided, this Peryton would be his for these games.
Arrayed around the large field are a number of flying creatures, all sporting freshly polished saddles and tackle, bearing the crest of The Eyrie. Some hop about, flare their wings, or shriek in their excitement for the event's approaching start. Others sit quietly, as if in meditation, keen-eyed and watchful o f the participants they may be partnering with--a small number having already found their ally. While some are clearly spirited, none seem to be outright hostile, and none have the look of being a mere 'dumb beast'. These are clearly creatures meant to be companions, not pets, slaves, or beasts of burden. Despite the diversity of the creatures, they all carry one thing in common: a string of three ribbons hanging from the backs of their saddles. Each winged mount has a different color for their ribbon, but each still bears the fabric. Representatives of The Eyrie are present, should any newcomers have questions--they're also present, to report back to their superiors, if they spot any riders with promising skill. This event, after all, is as much for fun as it is a recruiting campaign for the clan.
Misaki approaches a young drake that seemed to be very restless. "Hello there," she said, reaching her hand out, "you're a very energetic one aren't you?" The drake squacked and sniffed the avian's hand. Misaki chuckled. This was going to be fun, with a partner like this~
Kasyr wanders into the area- looking, surprisingly enough, a fair bit better than he had been the day prior. That said, whilst the revenant does appear to be in fairly good condition- he seems less interested in participating in this event, and more interested in flopping back against a mound of snow and chain-smoking.
Misaki looks up at the sound of footsteps, and notices the revenant who whooped her tush last night. The avian smiled and waved. The fire drake who was to be her partner seemed antsy, wanting to get into the air. So Misaki mounted the drake. "Better get used to this," the avian said, "flying on a mount is something I've never done before..."
Meri takes a moment to admire the spire, red lips pursed together thoughtfully. The blonde, tattoos hidden by a thick jacket that her player is a little too lazy to guy buy right now, folds her arms across her chest. It would seem that the human is perfectly content to watch this madness from the ground. She does nothing to inquire about a mount so that she can participate. Blue eyes shift from the spire to the those present. By now they were familiar faces, having seen most of them participate or spectate at other events, so Meri gives them a brief nod to greet them.
Chakor walks around the majestic creature, looking it over. Strong legs, massive antlers, vast wingspan. Smiling to himself he knew that he stood a good chance with this mount. He grabs hold of the saddle and hoists himself up. The peryton shuffles momentary then settles. On top of the beast, he looks around for the first time since he has entered. Near the fiery drake he notices the Avian he had met in the tavern a ffew nights before.
Meri 's baby blues travel each and every mount, eyebrow lifted. The woman had never seen such creatures in her life. She's also never flown in her life. Which is precisely why she is more than happy to observe this game of Sky Tag.
Misaki grips the saddle, grinning. "Alright, Buddy," she said with the on-the-spot nickname for the fire drake, "let's go!" The drake expanded his wings to their full extent and took off into the sky with Misaki holding on for dear life. On the ground, Satoru was leaning against one of the other mounts - Roc. "OH, dear," he said, "Mistress better know what she's doing..." The Roc seemed to find Satoru amusing. One of the giants also seemed to think that Satoru had chosen the Roc, for her walked over in two steps and said, "You ain't going to be flying like that, are you?" Before Satoru could protest, the giant lifted Satoru up off of his feet and into the saddle. The Roc then took off into the air after the fire drake, with Satoru yelling his head off in fear.
Kasyr , from where he's lounging on a pile of snow, flicks a salute in Meri's direction- and then resumes a delicate balance of smoking and spectating.
Meri lifts a hand to her head, returning the salute by removing that long-brimmed hat that occupies her head and tipping it toward Kasyr. "Howdy." She speaks! To someone other than Raph! She's quick to fall silent though. Kasyr's chain-smoking has caused that itch to start welling up in Meri. An itch she was not about to deny. The blonde fishes out a tarnished cigarette case and goes about lighting her own cigarette, smoking away.
Misaki laughed at her partner. "Are you having fun?" she yelled at her crossbow as his mount, the Roc, rose up to join her. "Oh please don't, Mistress," Satoru said, looking pale, "I've never been fond of flying, you know that." Misaki laughed and addressed the Roc, "Please be careful with him. He's not accustomed to flying... at all." The Roc screeched in response. The fire drake, Buddy, decided this was a good time to show off some skills. And so, he dove towards the ground, leaving Misaki shrieking with laughter and adrenaline. Satoru, now realizing he was alone, gripped his saddle tightly. "Please get me to the ground," he said, then swallowed. "Gently."
Chakor takes hold of the reins and gives them a solid tug. The cervinae kicks off with it's hindquarters, thrusting the creature and the riser into the air. The elf stuggles to hold on for a moment before regaining his composure. It had been many ages since he had been on one of these majestic creatures. After making a few circles, he felt comfortable in the saddle. Looking over to the Avian, he remarks "Hows the wing feeling? Still sore from yesterday?"
Misaki || Buddy pulled up out of his dive just in time, gliding over the observers' heads, letting them touch his wings. Misaki was shaking, but she looks so happy. "This... I could get used to," she stated, "I'll have to learn these tricks once I'm able to fly again." Buddy then rose up into the sky again, roaring. The Roc that Satoru was on decided that she was going to have some fun. When Satoru said he wanted down, the Roc dove, corkscrewing towards the ground. Satoru screamed like a five-year-old girl in his fright, making several spectator and Misaki laugh. The Roc pulled out of the dive about halfway to the ground, flipping upside down and flying. Satoru clung on for dear life, whimpering. IF he had his eyes, he would certainly be crying.
Misaki glanced up at Chakor, who was on a... winged deer? "My wing has had its feathers burned off," she stated, "yes it's a bit sore but once my feathers regrow I'll be fine." She patted Buddy on the back of the neck. He flew over to the winged deer and glided up alongside the beast. "That's an odd friend you have there," she said, eyeing her, "I've never seen an animal like that."
Meri flicks the butt of her cigarette toward the snowy ground. It's snuffed out instantly on contact. Meri watches the three winged creatures in the sky with intrigue.
From the Spire appears a winged form, descending in slow, graceful spirals before it lands with the click of cloven hooves upon ice. The Peryton stag is a large creature with an impressive crown of antlers, his form carried on confident legs, and his chocolate brown eyes bright with intelligence. He wears no saddle, nor any sign that he is bearing a rider, for this is S'lin'queera, partner to the late Quinton Starhawk, and no longer will he bear a rider since his friend's death. Instead, S'kin'queera has chosen to act as a representative for the mounts of Eyrie. As the stag steps forward, he bows his head to those gathered, "Greetings, one and all." The peryton's voice rumbles with a certain majesty, unshakable in its tone or composure, "Welcome to Sky Tag, where rider and mount most work together to capture the three ribbons of their competition before their own ribbons are taken. This is a popular training technique of the Eyrie, meant to fortify bonds between partners, test abilities, and push oneself to their limit in aerial feats. The rules are not complex, gather ribbons. If you lose all of yours, you are defeated and must land. The last one flying will be the winner. Intentional harming of other competitors," judging by the stern tone in his voice, he means the mounts in this, "will result in instant disqualification. Distractions are permitted, but no injuries."
S'lin'queera slowly looks around, to ensure all understand the rules.
Misaki ||Satoru's screams could be heard from above. The Roc was not letting him go easy. Poor Satoru had no idea what to do. That made him a pretty easy target.
Misaki glances down to the ground, listening to the rules. She smirked a little. "This is going to be fun, huh, Buddy?" she said, rubbing the drake's neck. He dove under the winged deer, heading for the Roc. "Oh come on, it's not started yet, Buddy," Misaki said, "but... I guess we should help Satoru out. Poor guy."
Chakor smiles as he remarks "It's a Peryton. Simply beautiful animal. They run wild back in my homeland." His next sentance is cut short by the sound of hooves clattering. Listening closely to the large stag's words, he hold his place in the air. Lookingh up to the feathered fauna, he nods his head in acknowledgement of the rules.
Iintahquohae luckily arrived just in time to hear the rules for Sky Tag. She looked at the available mounts for a moment, then glanced over at S'lin'queera. "Do we choose them, or do they choose us?" In the meantime, the woman removed her glasses and replaced them with a pair of goggles.
Kasyr quietly contemplates just what horrors his Partner-In-Crime luffy would wreak were she introduced to such an event. It's enough that he's quite grateful she's off elsewhere. Which is to say, she's (hopefully) busy, being a terror in some remote region of Frostmaw. Or doing whatever it is saurians made of Ice do in their down-time.
S'lin'queera seems to find the riders prepared, and so the stag rears onto his hindlegs and unfurls his great wings. "Take to the skies!" In response to the peryton's booming command, the mounts with riders launch themselves into the air with a cacophony of flapping wings. On the little Wind Wyvern, carrying pink ribbons, is perched one of the four hobbits from the snowball fight, a tad less inebriated this time around. The pterosaur, with ribbons of an emerald green, has found company in the form of a female knight, who seems to handle him with the ease of one used to bringing to bear spirited warhorses. Upon spotting Iintahquohae, an Eyrie elf comes to her aid, saying, "Pick one that remains, lady, and take flight!"
Meri lifts a brow and retrieves another cigarette. The blonde lights it up and continues to watch the event unfold.
Iintahquohae received her answer from both the Eyrie elf and the phoenix nearby, who seemed to be drawn to the reflective surface of her goggle lenses. She's immediately reminded of her couatl companion, so she approaches the phoenix. "Let's go, then," the seamstress says as she hops onto the phoenix's saddle. They're in the air shortly after, circling while they wait for the others to be airborne.
Kasyr can't help but take note of his Vassal when she speaks up- something that has him craning his neck over towards Iintahquohae, "Hey, Stitch. Comment-ca. . . How's it going?"
Kasyr might have been a bit slow (read: lazy) in his response time, something which has him shrugging, and just flopping back in the snow.
Misaki frowns deeply as the event starts. "...damn," she muttered. Too late to get the Roc to go down willingly. "Alright Buddy, let's get us some ribbons!" Buddy roared, diving for the Roc.
Satoshi approaches from around the Spire's base, an angle that lets her go relatively overlooked. Especially when the air is filled with eager fliers, their riders, and colorful ribbons aplenty. Without comment or preamble, the kit plops down in the snow beside Kasyr, taking a moment to focus inward and alter her form into that of a smallish, bushy-tailed fox. She's here just to watch, and to provide the kensai with fluffy company.
Kasyr 's never gonna complain about getting some company of the Kit variety.
Misaki || Satoru clung to his saddle for dear life. "Oh god, the event's started?" he asked in a shaking voice. The Roc squawked at him, going up. "P-please, just get me to the ground!" Satoru whimpered. Misaki rocketed past him, grabbing two of the three light blue ribbons off of his saddle. "Only way to get to the ground again is to lose, Satoru!" she yelled at him, "so you might as well suck it up!" Misaki then tied the ribbons around her arm. "...last ribbon's mine," she said. Buddy turned around and rocketed back towards the Roc, roaring.
Satoshi almost feels bad for Satoru. If she had a sympathetic bone in her body, that is.
Kasyr wishes he had popcorn. Or something.
Meri can't help but think that everyone currently playing tag might just be a little offer their rocker. Meri keeps imagining summon falling to their death.
Chakor kicks the back side of the winged creature with his heels, urging it to fly a bit higher. From this spot he surverys the competeition, decidingh his plan of attack. The avaian would most undoubtedly cause him the most trouble, the human who had jst shown up would likely be a challenge as well. Glacing below him he noticed some inhebriated hobbits on a small wind wyvern. 'Drunk Midgets.. How hard could it be' he wondered as he fly down to get his first ribbons.
Iintahquohae , whilst circling and continuing to fly higher with her phoenix companion, kept her head dipped low to rest beside the phoenix's in order to speak to her. She seemed to be reiterating the rules of the game to the phoenix, as it seems that she had forgotten in her excitement. The seamstress searches through her pockets and tugs out a little piece of a broken mirror so she's able to catch any surprises from behind, and with it she spots Chakor, who appears to be lost in thought. The bit of mirror is tucked between her legs as she and the phoenix turn. Iintahquohae leans forward so she can speak to the phoenix again. "See the ribbons? Go." The reigns are given a gentle tug, and she and the phoenix dive directly for Chakor. On the way down the seamstress lifts that bit of mirror up again in order to catch a bit of light on it, and bounce it into Chakor's eyes to temporarily blind him. Her other hand (and the phoenix's beak) dart out to snatch for a ribbon, only to quickly swoop upward again and immediately create distance between themselves and the others. Whether the seamstress managed to swipe a ribbon or not, she shoves the hand in her pocket just in case so the ribbon doesn't get lost. The phoenix chirps with glee and flits about excitedly while Inks attempts to reign her in. "Easy " They'd try again soon.
Misaki shoots right past Satoru, grabbing for the last ribbon on Satoru's mount. Her fingers close on the ribbon and Buddy rockets away, leaving the Roc with no ribbons left. The Roc sqwuaked in dissappointment, flying down to the ground. "Eh? What just happened?" the blind familiar said on the Roc's back, "Did I lose? What's going on?"
Chakor is blinded by the sudden light in his eyes. Raising a hand to block it from view he looks to see the human on the phoenix careening toward him. He tries to bank sharply to avoid losing a ribbon but is too late. One down. Now he really had to focus. Hunkering down on the winged doe, they dive bomb down towards the wind wyvern, putting some distance between him and the phoenix. Stretching out an hand as he swoops past the hobbits he fumbles for a white Ribbon. Grabbing ahold of one he pulls his reins to circle around for another strke.
Iintahquohae runs her fingers over the stolen ribbon in her pocket. "One," she says, once again leaning forward a bit to talk to the excitedly chirping phoenix. She keeps the mirror raised and just in her peripheral to make sure nothing is coming before she continues. "Good job. Ready for another?" The phoenix is a bit too eager to dive this time around, most likely because of their successful first grab. Instead of waiting for Iintahquohae's signal to go, the phoenix immediately dives directly for Chakor for a second grab. On the way down the seamstress lets go of the reigns and reaches both hands out to blindly snatch at Chakor and the hobbit he's attempting to grab ribbons from. The phoenix zips away just as quickly as she dove down toward the other participants, and once again the pair are just a little bit higher than the others. Her hand flies to her pocket to tuck away another ribbon if she managed to grab one, but the seamstress isn't sure that her luck worked this time around. The phoenix starts to circle again, and Inks takes control of the reigns while keeping that mirror up yet again. The pair doesn't seem to want to acknowledge that earlier mishap. The phoenix is definitely pretending like it didn't happen.
Bertegeuse of Larket had until this moment kept the pterosaur and herself circling the competition like a pair of sharks, waiting for the opportunity to strike. The knight spots it when Misaki darts past the Satoru-bearing Roc. A distracted foe is one easily struck! Both the knight and the pterosaur know this, and as one they launch themselves forward, Berte yelling a war cry as her mount screams in predatory delight. Misaki might have the skill to be calm and collected in the face of such adversity, but her young mount is not. The fire drake squawks in alarm and suddenly drops, wings locked in his fright. Berte and pterosaur jet past, the knight's gauntleted hand extended to rip Misaki's ribbons away. Success! But not fully, for the pterosaur senses the knight's distraction and leaps on the opportunity to begin bucking and thrashing in the air. Bertegeuse gives a cry as two of the ribbons are lost from her grip, sacrificed as she struggles to bring the dino under control. Away the two stray ribbons fly, free to grab for those quick enough to react.
Chakor tucks the ribbon in his vest. From behind him he hears the phoenix again, "Ruddy bird" he mumbles to himself. He looks back and sees that he still has his two remaining ribbons left. "Gonna have to be more careful" he thought to himself. At this moment he hears a cry from across the way that grabs his attention. Looking over he sees two ribbons falling to the ground. He spurns his Doe and lays flat against he, flying with great haste towards the ribbons. He extends and arm and is able to grab one of them while the other tumbles downward. Pulling up from this great speed he ends up high about the frackus. Scanning the field he spy's the phoenix and its rider. "Time to even the score" he proclaims as he dives for th bird. As he approaches he attempts to snag a ribbon. Shoving his hand into his vest, he isn't sure whether he grabbed one or not.
Iintahquohae catches a glimpse of free falling ribbons, and before she can signal to the phoenix that they're falling, they're already moving. It seems her companion saw them too. While holding on to the reigns with one hand, she catches one of the falling ribbons (after the phoenix snatches it out of the air with her beak and tosses it back to Inks), tucks it away, and in a fluid motion the pair turn and dart for Chakor for the third time. The phoenix doesn't seem too keen on flying practically head first for Chakor and his mount, but the seamstress yet again leans forward and gives the phoenix some reassuring words. "Keep going, it's fine…Just catch me." After a final tug is given to the phoenix's reigns, the woman lets go and vaults herself off of the saddle in an arc over Chakor and his mount. Her hands reach out to grab another one of his ribbons to counter the one she ends up losing in the process. The phoenix dips underneath their opponent just in time to allow for Iintahquohae to land on her back once again, and the seamstress pockets another ribbon if she managed to grab one.
Meri actually goes a little slack-jawed at the move Iint pulls off, quite impressed by that one.
Iintahquohae likes being risky sometimes
Chakor swears loudly as he loses a second ribbon. He knew he had to change his gameplan up if he wanted to stay in this. Looking over to the human on the phoenix he yells "You and your bloody bird can bugger off somwhere else! Why ya gotta be fixatin' on me?" In actuallity he was mad at himself for not thinking outside the box. Then the idea hit him, it was risky but it might just work. He leans forward and whispers something to his mount. The majestic Doe bucks it's head in agreement. With full faith in his feathered fauna, they dive towards the hobbits' wyvern. As they get closer, the elf jumps off and reaches out with both hands, grabbing onto the remaining ribbons. As he careens towards the ground he tucks the white fabic into his vest. The ground is dangerously close when the Peryton flies underneath the elf, catching him by the pants with her antlers. As she pucks he head back to toss him back onto her, Chakor grabs his rump and howls with pain. He lands in the saddle and looks at his hand. Blood. The deer has left a considerable scar on his left buttock. Great, now he was down to one ribbon and his arse was bleeding.
Iintahquohae ;; "Because you're the easiest to snatch from~" Inks murmurs to herself. The phoenix chirps in agreement, and the two circle higher and higher, both peering down at Chakor and the doe. If this weren't a competition, Inks might've shown a little bit of concern for Chakor's unusual injury, bu- actually, who was she kidding? Indifference was her thing. She considers diving for the final ribbon, but the phoenix doesn't want to descend yet. Instead the pair continue to ascend and circle in the sky. That piece of mirror still remains clutched in the woman's hand in order to watch both she and the phoenix's back, and in the process an idea springs to mind. They continue to ascend whilst Inks turns the mirror in her hand so it catches enough light to cause a few flashes to indicate their location. After a few seconds, the seamstress lets the mirror piece slip from her fingers. After putting on a fake expression of annoyance for dropping the mirror, the pair quickly descend to try to catch it. While putting on the ruse of being distracted, remaining two ribbons free to snatch away with her being unaware, the both the seamstress and phoenix's eyes are alert to see if Chakor takes the bait, both hands and beak ready to snatch his final ribbon.
Chakor notices a shimmering object falling and looks up to see the human on the phoenix barreling at him. He quickly spurs his mount to get it to fly with all of its speed. The winged beast shoots straight up into the sky, past the bird and its rider. Looking back towards the human he sees a peice of fabric in her hand. Surveying his mount's hindquarters he can tell that the fabric was his final ribbon. He pats his magnificent mount on the side in a reassuring manner "You did you girl. If anything, I'd say this was an operator error." Slowly he decends towards the ground. As he passes the female seamstress he remarks "Good flying. Now it's just you and the pterosaur's rider. Have fun with that," He lands and dismounts, collapsing on the ground from his left leg giving way. He reaches up and grabs onto a stirrup to help himself back to his feet. Slowly he limps off to seek medical attention.
Bertegeuse is still off to the side of the match, preoccupied with a battle of wills with the pterosaur. It would seem the lizard-bird has no interest in these games, taking much more pleasure in giving the knight hell for her lapse in concentration. Eventually, however, even this grows tiresome, a fact which leads to the terrible pterosaur turning tail and soaring back to the comforts of his nest in the Spire. Poor Bertegeuse is carried along against her will, a victim of her pride and disqualified from the contest.
Iintahquohae clutches the final ribbon in her hand, balls it into a fist and throws it into the air. One person down. Now for the knigh- oh? The phoenix is squawking excitedly and flapping her wings in an erratic manner that causes the woman to look the Spire's way. Well then. Looks like they won. After handing the phoenix the final ribbon to clutch victoriously in her beak, the pair do a final circle in the air before descending. Once she's off the phoenix's back, the seamstress hands over all of the ribbons to her companion and flashes a smile at the young phoenix. "We did good. You did good." The phoenix squawks happily and wobbles her head so the ribbons flutter a bit. Inks gives another smile, then replaces the goggles on her eyes with her glasses. The broken piece of mirror she used is found nearby partially buried in the snow, snapped in two. Inks tucks both pieces in her pockets.
Svilfon appears long enough to tip his hat to the phoenix and victorious seamstress, before he carries on his way to the bard-hosted dance.
S'lin'queera dips his antlers in aknowledgement of Iintahquohae's and the phoenix's victory, as well as to Chakor and the peryton's teamwork. "A most spectacular display. You will find your prizes awaiting you when next you visit Frostmaw's tavern," the stag states before, with another nod of approval, he takes to his wings and begins winding his steady way about to the seclusion of the Spire. He has done his duty, and wishes to once more be alone with his thoughts. Satoshi watches the peryton's departure with an unreadable expression--and not just because she's presently occupying the form of a small fox. The winged buck has not been the same since Quinton's death.
Chakor limps over to the seamstress clutching his buttock. "That was some crazy flying you did today." he remarks as he extends his free hand "Name's Chakor.
Kasyr finally peels himself off of the ground, if only to casually scoop up Sati-Kit into a hug, before setting her down onto his shoulder. And then he's off, with little more than a "Congratulations, Madamoiselle Stitch." casually called out.
Iintahquohae was busying herself with smoothing out wrinkles in her coat and fixing her now windswept hair as Chakor approached. His introduction is met with a slight nod and quick shake with her gloved hand. She speaks to Kasyr first before he's gone on his way, "Thanks!" and then she turns to Chakor. "Stitch."
Chakor smiles, remarking "Well nice to meet you Stitch. Now I hear there's a party going on not far from here. How about we head there and relax a bit?"
Iintahquohae shook her head. She didn't consider herself properly dressed for a party. "I have work to do, but thanks for the offer." Without another word the seamstress turns and gives a sharp whistle. At the sound of the call, a young teal and green scaled couatl (with spectacles big enough for her face, oddly enough) emerges from the confines of the spire. The woman hops on its back and they're off, to Iintahquohae's shop presumably.
Chakor shrugs and watches the seamstress fly away. He walks over to his faithful lion and strokes his mane. "Wanna head to party Crix?" he askes the beast. The feline rubs his face against the elf's. Limping badly, the duo head off for the Garden party.