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Something of a self made Warrior Goddess, Tarshna Ameretat has spent her whole like training and striving to be the best, to be incredible, to become immortal. Prompted in part by dangerous Shifter relations as well as the proximity to incredible fighters, she strove to overcome their rather significant reputations and forge a legacy that would prove to be unwavering. However, it has been a few years and the drive of her youth has fortunately been measured by time, forcing her to acknowledge -if only silently- how she has calmed in the last few years.
No longer quite so fiercely devoted to the concept of immortality in the form of battle legend, she has relaxed enough to explore other options. There are, after all, many ways to become Immortal. While dying in a burst of glory may still be in her future, but it is not something she is barreling toward at full speed. It does not do to dwell solely on one's status or devote a lifetime to becoming a legend once gone, and forget to actually live while the world is before you. Where once she would have sought out each and every opportunity for a fight, for any confrontation and as many battles as she could get beneath her belt, now it was different. Cooler thoughts prevailing and all of that.
Though she walked into the Faire where legendary battles were frequently depicted on the stages, it was not her intent to remain in the throws of stories the entire time. She rather hoped for a chance to see the elegant dancers, to listen to some of the singers and orators, to shop and browse the various food vendors.
No longer quite so fiercely devoted to the concept of immortality in the form of battle legend, she has relaxed enough to explore other options. There are, after all, many ways to become Immortal. While dying in a burst of glory may still be in her future, but it is not something she is barreling toward at full speed. It does not do to dwell solely on one's status or devote a lifetime to becoming a legend once gone, and forget to actually live while the world is before you. Where once she would have sought out each and every opportunity for a fight, for any confrontation and as many battles as she could get beneath her belt, now it was different. Cooler thoughts prevailing and all of that.
Though she walked into the Faire where legendary battles were frequently depicted on the stages, it was not her intent to remain in the throws of stories the entire time. She rather hoped for a chance to see the elegant dancers, to listen to some of the singers and orators, to shop and browse the various food vendors.
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It turns out there is something to be said for leaving everything you had ever known behind and pursuing a new life. Sure enough the idea alone was terrifying, and in practice it was bound to be difficult and alarming as well as exhilarating. But what was done was done, and at least there could be no argument with the results. If for the change of scenery alone, it was a risk that had paid off.
Life for the Alpaca coated mare known as Shyama Spatterdash was much more interesting and colorful in her new homeland, as compared to her old herd. Before, she was like so many of the others that rarely left their mountain. Days of grazing and meandering around amidst peaceable views, with little conflict outside of the petty disagreements that arose within the herd itself. Not that such things were inconsequential, the mares of her herd could be as vicious as anything... and the predators that hunted them were nothing to sneer at either.
Here was better. A variety of views, of herds to interact with, and a limitless variety of patrons and artisans parading in and out of the Faire at any given stop. Produce, grass varieties, flowers, in a variety of forms- fresh, dried, cooked... then there was the matter of all those things baked into breads or pies or any number of other tasty dishes and preparations. Fire roasted, spiced, seasoned. Shya had never eaten so good nor imagined that so many flavors were possible. That she had found this place on her own, that she was now quite an accomplished spinner and making her own yarn and fibre to sell was a point of pride. That she had a makeshift family of her own, miles better than the herd, was a comfort.
That there was a pretty dancer that had caught her eye, well... That was something like hope.
"Luxurious wool, homespun yarn, alpaca and more! Please feel free to look and ask questions!"
Life for the Alpaca coated mare known as Shyama Spatterdash was much more interesting and colorful in her new homeland, as compared to her old herd. Before, she was like so many of the others that rarely left their mountain. Days of grazing and meandering around amidst peaceable views, with little conflict outside of the petty disagreements that arose within the herd itself. Not that such things were inconsequential, the mares of her herd could be as vicious as anything... and the predators that hunted them were nothing to sneer at either.
Here was better. A variety of views, of herds to interact with, and a limitless variety of patrons and artisans parading in and out of the Faire at any given stop. Produce, grass varieties, flowers, in a variety of forms- fresh, dried, cooked... then there was the matter of all those things baked into breads or pies or any number of other tasty dishes and preparations. Fire roasted, spiced, seasoned. Shya had never eaten so good nor imagined that so many flavors were possible. That she had found this place on her own, that she was now quite an accomplished spinner and making her own yarn and fibre to sell was a point of pride. That she had a makeshift family of her own, miles better than the herd, was a comfort.
That there was a pretty dancer that had caught her eye, well... That was something like hope.
"Luxurious wool, homespun yarn, alpaca and more! Please feel free to look and ask questions!"
Shyama Spatterdash Wordcount: 332
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Although she is an experienced healer and scout, Tsiuri Kahu has found her way to the Market and Reenactment Faire because she has heard stories of the aerial stunt show. Quite a flyer herself, there's a certain appeal to being part of a ballet in the clouds and traveling all over this new land to perform. It would satisfy her interest in travel, as well as meeting a certain level of comfort due to her herd lifestyle and offering a variety of companionship. She'd also heard quite a bit about the variety of arts and wares on sale, and the wide array of sweet and savory foods that could be sampled there. Other than having no interest in meat, she was game to try anything, and so to the Faire she had come. Her sky dancer interview wasn't until after the shows, but that just meant she had plenty of time to take in the sights and get a feel for the place before she had to get serious and apply herself.
"First some food and shopping and getting the lay of the land," Kahu mused to herself. "Perhaps a chance to talk to some of the artists and vendors as a patron and see how they are with strangers... That might give me a good idea on if this will be a fit before I even start?"
She had found herself at an impromptu square, one of the many hubs of activity within the Faire, after traversing one of the many aisles of artisans. To one side was a stage where a variety of individuals seemed to be juggling knives, to the other was yet another aisle of artisans. The one most in view was a pretty cream and grey colored mare with deep colored feathers, an elaborate dye pattern to show off some of her wares it seemed. Aside from a variety of pottery there were hanks of colored thread set out, and she alternated between showing them off to clients and smiling and laughing with a hawk that perched nearby.
"Maybe that's a good place to start?"
"First some food and shopping and getting the lay of the land," Kahu mused to herself. "Perhaps a chance to talk to some of the artists and vendors as a patron and see how they are with strangers... That might give me a good idea on if this will be a fit before I even start?"
She had found herself at an impromptu square, one of the many hubs of activity within the Faire, after traversing one of the many aisles of artisans. To one side was a stage where a variety of individuals seemed to be juggling knives, to the other was yet another aisle of artisans. The one most in view was a pretty cream and grey colored mare with deep colored feathers, an elaborate dye pattern to show off some of her wares it seemed. Aside from a variety of pottery there were hanks of colored thread set out, and she alternated between showing them off to clients and smiling and laughing with a hawk that perched nearby.
"Maybe that's a good place to start?"
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Niniane is hoping to make a good impression, particularly on the herd she hopes to one day join. Growing up in a rather isolated family unit, she has no experience being part of a large, mixed-family herd with all the dynamics that may follow. Still, from what she has seen of the Faire and other such mixed gatherings, she thinks that the chaos and frivolity will be a welcome change. Herd life seems like it will be fun, and if they're going to let her in on the fun they probably need to like her. So, a good first impression is a must. And a good first impression could start with a good gift. So now Nina walks through the Faire, in search of the perfect gift.
She keeps coming back to some of the metal workers, a pair of siblings with a delightful, mischievous energy. Their booth is a selection of brightly polished metal in various forms. Navigational tools, objects for measurement, sundials and the like. They work closely with some of the Cartographers and mapmakers, but also create interesting and unique little trinkets with moving pieces they have an entire language for. Apparently it has origins from across the seas, pieces that were brought here on the great ships with the settlers and their own unique Soquili. Apparently through a process of reverse 'egineering' -as they call it- they were able to understand how everything worked and apply that knowledge to other objects and creations. Hearing the chiming and clicking, Niniane cannot help but be enamored.
Their intriguing clock work may be a bit much... but the polished brass sundial seems like it will be an excellent icebreaker.
"I'll take this one, please. Can you package and wrap it as a gift?"
She keeps coming back to some of the metal workers, a pair of siblings with a delightful, mischievous energy. Their booth is a selection of brightly polished metal in various forms. Navigational tools, objects for measurement, sundials and the like. They work closely with some of the Cartographers and mapmakers, but also create interesting and unique little trinkets with moving pieces they have an entire language for. Apparently it has origins from across the seas, pieces that were brought here on the great ships with the settlers and their own unique Soquili. Apparently through a process of reverse 'egineering' -as they call it- they were able to understand how everything worked and apply that knowledge to other objects and creations. Hearing the chiming and clicking, Niniane cannot help but be enamored.
Their intriguing clock work may be a bit much... but the polished brass sundial seems like it will be an excellent icebreaker.
"I'll take this one, please. Can you package and wrap it as a gift?"
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With the somewhat characteristic spring to her every step, a sky colored mare with a mane and tail like the sunset made her way across the Faire's somewhat expansive market grounds. Her intention was to trade or buy or various items today, several of which she hoped to give as gifts to friends and family. So far she had made good progress on the list for others, as well as purchased a few new things for herself. With the help of a few vendors she was now adorned in glimmering gemstone chains and pretty dyed sashes in sunset tones that flattered her well. On the whole the appearance was one that she was quite pleased with, and the fresh glamor lent a lightness to her spirit that carried through to her movements and the bright shine of her berry hued eyes.
Leaving behind the jewelers and spinners and weavers, Prasanna gave a flick of her tail, sending the heavy curls tumbling around her in a reassuring brush of silken texture. She had decided she would search for another gift or two and then take a break to explore the food vendors, as the scent of various cooking treats was becoming too strong to resist or ignore.
"Maybe we'll just stop at one more booth before we take a break for lunch." Prasanna mused to herself, her steps slowing as her stomach made its opinion known with a particularly loud rumble. "Oh, but it does smell so good..."
Her hooves slowed further, forward progress halting in front of an expansive booth that seemed to be offering a selection of metal work, candles, and finely crafted lanterns. Looking at the pretty glass panels embraced by the carefully wrought metal, Prasanna gave a considering tilt of her head. "Oh, but one of those seems like it would be perfect..."
Leaving behind the jewelers and spinners and weavers, Prasanna gave a flick of her tail, sending the heavy curls tumbling around her in a reassuring brush of silken texture. She had decided she would search for another gift or two and then take a break to explore the food vendors, as the scent of various cooking treats was becoming too strong to resist or ignore.
"Maybe we'll just stop at one more booth before we take a break for lunch." Prasanna mused to herself, her steps slowing as her stomach made its opinion known with a particularly loud rumble. "Oh, but it does smell so good..."
Her hooves slowed further, forward progress halting in front of an expansive booth that seemed to be offering a selection of metal work, candles, and finely crafted lanterns. Looking at the pretty glass panels embraced by the carefully wrought metal, Prasanna gave a considering tilt of her head. "Oh, but one of those seems like it would be perfect..."
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Ukiyo steps onto the Faire's grounds with a light and hopeful heart, interested in finding fresh tools for his art. He is hopeful that there is either a brush or paper specialist or both amidst all the varied booths and tents, as such things are not yet in his skill set to make for himself. Of course, due to the rather elusive nature of high caliber items, he might be forced to remedy such things in the near future. He has been honing his ink craft for years, so the idea of adding brush and paper making to a similar level does cause him a moderate crisis... To begin with, the need to relocate to have space for yet another delicate hobby, as well as where to find assistance that would help with the fine skill aspects that he himself could not accomplish.
"Let's not stress over that until we have to," Ukiyo mutters to himself, shaking some sense into his own head as he shivered from nose to tail. A quick toss of his head shook his mane back into order and then he was off at a steady walk to browse the Faire. Taking care to drift a bit like a browsing artist rather than prowl like a hunter, he wove his way around flutters and minis and all manner of strange and interesting Soquili that had also come to browse the Faire.
"Brushes and paper, brushes and paper... Please let someone have brushes and paper." He chanted to himself as he walked.
There was certainly hope for such things because he could see a few booths with scrolls and another with maps and things, indicating more than one someone has access to clean and smooth crafted paper or parchment. Now Ukiyo just needed to find some for himself.
"Let's not stress over that until we have to," Ukiyo mutters to himself, shaking some sense into his own head as he shivered from nose to tail. A quick toss of his head shook his mane back into order and then he was off at a steady walk to browse the Faire. Taking care to drift a bit like a browsing artist rather than prowl like a hunter, he wove his way around flutters and minis and all manner of strange and interesting Soquili that had also come to browse the Faire.
"Brushes and paper, brushes and paper... Please let someone have brushes and paper." He chanted to himself as he walked.
There was certainly hope for such things because he could see a few booths with scrolls and another with maps and things, indicating more than one someone has access to clean and smooth crafted paper or parchment. Now Ukiyo just needed to find some for himself.
Ukiyo Wordcount: 301
