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Amongst a Sea of Bright Lights [Event] Oct 28, 2019 5:02:20 GMT Minky likes this

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Post by Iseult on Oct 28, 2019 5:02:20 GMT

[Feb 5th, open to anyone who wants to interact with this grumpy-butt]

Under the twilight sky and underneath the light of the coloured lanterns that decorated the streets and festival stalls, Iseult’s pelt practically glowed. The lion stuck out more than usual amidst the creatures and two-legs because of it, but amongst the festivities no-one batted an eye. Or even noticed for that matter. They supposed it was a good thing, everyone was too distracted with the games and the street food, which in all fairness did smell absolutely delicious, to bother questioning their presence.

Padding forward down a street-lined with market stalls, Iseult swished their tail as crimson eyes flicked left and right. Ever cautious, they maintained their role as the silent observer: watching the festival play out through the obscura but never participating in the festivities. Which was fine by herself, it was made it all the more interesting to speculate. And speaking of… Iseult found the entire festival amusing, mostly because its function varied so dramatically depending on who told it.

From what she gathered, for the Thorns it was a celebration of their victory and an additional way to appease the population of occupied Paris. Keep the people’s traditions, appease them and ergo no rebellion. Even Iseult had to begrudgingly admit it was a wise move from the ruling council of the Thorns. On the other end, the Rainbow Festival was literally just a morale booster in a party’s clothing. Iseult scrunched up her muzzle as she watched a small two leg lead their guardians around. Really? This is how you make them forget about your loss? I dunno, why not just try winning? Maybe then you might actually get that morale back. Iseult nonchalantly flicked their tail. But what do I know? I’m just a rogue… A rogue single mother.

At the thought of her daughters, Iseult’s gaze softened. Knowing the two bright sunspots, they would want to play and explore as much as they could, which was more than fine with them. They deserved to have some fun while they could, after all. And besides, Missy and Nia were safe. After all, no-one would dare risk disturbing the peace at a festival unless they desired to cause an uproar. With an affectionate nudge (baby steps), Iseult gave their children a small smile- one only reserved for them. “Go on. Go have some fun. I’ll be waiting for you at the outskirts. Try not to get into too much trouble.” The ending statement was redundant as they were giving their children all the freedom they desired, but they were willing to overlook that if it meant their daughters were able to relax and enjoy themselves. With that, the silver lion stepped away from her children and began to make her way towards the more isolated stalls and tents.

Of course, Iseult would be lying to themself if they said they weren’t going to bend a few rules. Or break them… Whichever one came first. Padding over to a lone food stall, a butcher if one examined closely, the silver lion stole a link of sausages, whilst the vendor panicked. Iseult, with the food in her mouth, merely gave them a level stare- one that dared them to take the sausages out of their mouth. What are you gonna do, stop me? They mused as they padded away, somewhat smug. Yeah. Thought so.

However, as Iseult ventured further and further into the street, they bumped into a child. And unbeknownst to either, the latter party had paint on their hands. The child, grabbed onto Iseult’s face for support and subsequently smudged black paint on her muzzle and cheeks. Iseult blinked at the contact, very much taken off guard. Nope. Nope. Nope. Do not like. Do not want.

Any previous mood they had was gone, replaced with the desire to leave. They were officially done with the festival. Time to pack it up and move it away. Or burn it down for good measure. The lion tensed up as they watched the child walk away, most likely back to their parents, almost anticipating another sudden movement from them. Thankfully, nothing came and Iseult resumed their journey- albeit a bit faster. A repeat incident was not high on their list of priorities.

They eventually managed to reach the outskirts of the festival relatively unscathed, and they flopped onto the road unceremoniously. However, the quiet was not to last as someone else had joined them. An examining glance was thrown over to the other person as they started to chew on a sausage. “Needed a break?”

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Amongst a Sea of Bright Lights [Event] Oct 29, 2019 3:34:37 GMT Nolybab, Minky, and 1 more like this

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Post by Giselle on Oct 29, 2019 3:34:37 GMT

"I guess you could say that. It's really overwhelming in there, isn't it?" Giselle gave a half-smile to the lone lion as she plopped down next to her. She smoothed her skirt and bemoaned to herself how much she missed jeans. It wasn't that dresses weren't functional or nice, but jeans was a modern invention that she believed should be brought to all places.

The festival, while in another life would have made her feel enchanted and excited, now only served to cause her sadness. She wanted to go and see what it was about, make sure the Wings weren't getting into too much trouble, but every child looked like Morgan and every ride reminded her of some long-off memory.

In short, everything depressed her.

Giselle wasn't one to ever get sad really, just not as happy as she was, but the real world had rubbed off on her and dulled her emotions more and she forgot just how strange the one she came from was. And how strange it was that she was talking to a lion.

"Did you need one too?" Giselle asked, studying her new companion. Iseult seemed harmless enough. They seemed to try and put on a tough act, but the redhead could see right through them. "Was it too much noise or lights? Do those things bother you?" It was a genuine question. While she knew animals were different in this world, Giselle had spent the last few years watching National Geographic documentaries and visiting zoos, so if over stimulation would've stressed out a lion in her world, she imagined it would stress them out here, too.

Unless these lions were different, and it seemed they were. The albino one was a gifted storyteller in his own right and he was smarter than humans. So Giselle knew that it must not be the festival itself, but something deeper. Still, she wasn't inclined to try and drag an answer out of her companion. A past Giselle might've, but this one knew that sometimes space is the best way to make a friend.

She stared out at the colors and the light and the music emanating from the festival before them. It really was a sight to behold. It reminded her of Coney Island and days spent at the Shore, all greasy food and loud barkers and glittering rides. She missed it and she felt something new and bittersweet. She waited for the answer, but enjoyed the slight silence between the two, soaking up the beauty that came from artificial light and color.

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Amongst a Sea of Bright Lights [Event] Oct 29, 2019 21:55:05 GMT

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Post by Bolt on Oct 29, 2019 21:55:05 GMT

His tag jingled lightly as white paws guided him through the Arendelle streets. A part of him wished he could have done something to prevent the loss that the Suns had suffered, but it wasn't in the cards. He was just one dog, after all, and definitely not a super dog. Hindsight was twenty/twenty, so they said. For the time being, it was time to appreciate the sights, sounds, and colors all around them. Perhaps not the smells, though. Bolt only could pick up a few scents here and there even then. Rather than dwelling on it, though, Bolt decided to rely on the senses he still had and carried on.

As he passed a few groups of Arendelle locals, he caught the occasional child's eye and heard 'doggie' here and there. Bolt gave a joyful bark and wagged his tail at the passersby. Oh, he knew that people could understand him now. Some magic or another, he was told. Bolt didn't openly question it. He just didn't have a lot to say at the moment, and thus he just chose to play up the cuteness. A moment passed where he put the begging skills Mittens had taught him to use. He whined, rolled over onto his side, and waited. Then the nearest child cooed at him and offered him a bit of their turkey leg. Bolt leaped to his paws and gratefully took the piece that was offered to him. Once it was in his mouth, he gave another small yip and padded on his way. This time, he moved with a bit more of a spring in his step. Today was a good day, he told himself. A very good day, indeed.

As Bolt continued to walk, though, he caught sight of something unusual. Well... sort of unusual. Iseult was unfamiliar to him. He'd seen a few lions here and there among the Suns, but none who had her rather eye catching pelt color. The other person she was speaking to was a young woman with bright red hair. Curious, he padded closer and decided to try and catch a bit more of what they were saying.

Drawing nearer, Bolt was able to at least guess that Giselle and Iseult were just conversing. Nothing serious. Maybe they wouldn't mind another friendly face. He finished his bite of food before padding nearer. Then, when he was close enough, he sat down in front of the pair and tilted his head.

"Hello," Bolt greeted. A smile tugged on his lips in the hopes that maybe he could brighten the mood. "Some festival, huh? How are you ladies enjoying it?"

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Amongst a Sea of Bright Lights [Event] Nov 8, 2019 22:59:20 GMT

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Post by Angry on Nov 8, 2019 22:59:20 GMT

Where there was a festival...

Angry was, quite honestly, feeling pretty pleased with herself. Like any crowd, the festival made perfect cover for some more... underhanded activities. It was something that she and Red had quickly learned as the so-called 'Silent Striker' of Corona: move during peak hours, when people were everywhere and crowds were at their thickest, and no-one would notice a thing. Particularly not if they were looking for some big, obvious thief-type, in which case two small children would escape notice entirely.

Still worked, too.

Granted, it felt weird to do this sort of thing without Red at her side. But the two girls had more or less agreed, when the first word of the festival reached the Gilded Wings, that they could cover more ground separately. When there were plenty of kids in the crowd anyway, neither of them drew any attention whatsoever... and while Angry privately suspected that, perhaps, her friend had been more interested in exploring the festivities than anything else...?

Not her.

The satchel at her side was, for sure, a good deal heavier than it had been when she'd set out. Pickpocketing from individuals wasn't really Angry's thing; but those manning the stalls so often kept their cash in unsafe places that were just begging for someone to sweep in and swipe them... and Angry had, quite simply, done so.

If Eugene were around, he'd probably recognise her tactics and deduce what she was up to; but, at the same time? Angry wasn't worried. Everything she pinched here was ultimately going into the Gilded Wings' treasury, so he had no reason at all to complain. If he did, he'd just sound like a hypocrite. And besides, it wasn't like she was taking everything she laid her eyes on.

~~Just most things~~.

Satisfied with her evening's work, Angry prepared herself to beat a retreat. Not back to the Snuggly Duckling, yet - after the rush of doing what she was best at, she felt far too antsy still to settle back to the chores that were inevitably waiting for her back at the pub - but towards the festival's outskirts. By now, someone was bound to have noticed her work, so best to lie low for a while, keep her head down until it was safer to move back in again.

Not that she expected anyone to pin it on her, even so. But, better safer than sorry.

Dropping to squat on the ground once she reached the festival's edge, the dark-haired child was preparing to rifle through her 'earnings' when it suddenly occurred to Angry that she wasn't alone. The spot she'd picked was close - perhaps too much so for comfort - to where the unlikely trio of a lion, a lady and a dog were hanging out. The little girl's eyes narrowed as she regarded the three of them; and while she made no move at all to speak to any of them, she also didn't return to her own business.

But then, Angry doubted they'd even notice an unassociated child watching them. No-one ever did; and it was something that she was both glad of and resentful for.

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Amongst a Sea of Bright Lights [Event] Nov 13, 2019 3:23:30 GMT

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Post by Iseult on Nov 13, 2019 3:23:30 GMT

When they had posed their question, Iseult had been expecting a one word response from the other person at best, not something that was… Was so friendly. To them it was almost alien, with true friendliness being in short supply on the road. But of course, upon lifting their head away from their sausage link and giving her a quick once over, her friendliness made sense. This human was soft, open. There were no hidden or malicious intentions in her eyes, and for that Iseult relaxed. Openness begets openness and the conversation between the silver lion and the kind redhead was no exception. It was why Iseult had hummed in agreement, and flicked their gaze back over to the partygoers and the performers.

“Very much so… I’m not used to this kind of thing. At all. Is...Is it a human thing? Does this happen regularly?” They asked with genuine curiosity, having never seen anything like the Rainbow Festival before, although their reluctance was still very prominent… Most likely due to them being unsure of what exactly to ask. In response to Giselle’s own question, they nodded. “It was a little bit of everything. I needed to… Recover before I got more stressed out.” At that moment, a particularly loud song from the musicians blared out and Iseult winced, flattening their ears against their skull. Thankfully for them, the music settled down eventually and for that Iseult was grateful. Just as much as they were for Giselle for refraining from asking more questions, depending on if she had noticed Iseult’s uncomfortableness and was allowing them to settle.

That act gained her a few brownie points in Iseult’s opinion.

The sudden sound of something gently jingling caused their gaze to snap away from Giselle and towards the newcomer. An albino hyena? They wondered, somewhat confused and a little bit more guarded than before. Now they had seen everything. I thought all the hyenas were still sided with Scar- and were bigger than… In that moment, crimson eyes had spotted the dog tags resting on his collar and then it clicked. Ah, so he was a dog. The uneasiness that rested in Iseult’s back disappeared upon that revelation, watching him take a seat and get comfortable.

In all honesty, Iseult didn’t know how to answer Bolt’s question. Unlike him and Giselle, they had no frame of reference for festivals and as such, they didn’t know how to describe it. So, they went with the most simple answer possible. “Food’s good, but it’s too loud for my taste.” And for emphasis, they scowled and silver ears flattened against their skull. “Take it with a grain of salt. These things don’t happen where I’ve been.” Their gaze turned to Giselle, and then over to Bolt. “But you’re clearly familiar with this… Thing. So, how does this fes...Festival- celebration hold up to others?”

Nearby their little group, Iseult had spotted the lone dark-haired child, who seemed to be going through something. Thanks to the rapidly fading sunlight, Angry blended in very well with her surroundings. Those who didn’t possess the ability to see in the dark would have had a difficult time trying to spot her. But not Iseult. Instead, they merely just raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the action but made no move to get up and ask. It was Angry’s prerogative if she wanted to talk to them, but Iseult would have no part in influencing that decision. For now the silver lion would just wait to get answers back from their companions. Preferably detailed ones, but they would take whatever they could get.

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Amongst a Sea of Bright Lights [Event] Jan 13, 2020 3:31:50 GMT

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Post by Giselle on Jan 13, 2020 3:31:50 GMT

Giselle nodded her head from side to side before replying to the lioness beside her. "Some festivals like this are merely temporary. They only last for a few days," Giselle started, thinking about things like the County Fair or the Fall Festival held by Morgan's school. "They usually signify something. Like every summer the county holds a fair that's like this. It's to celebrate the season."

"Others," Giselle added, drawing her knees up to her chest, "are permanent. They exist all year round. Those rides are usually bolted into the ground and are more elaborate than this one. Robert - my husband - took my stepdaughter and I to one called Coney Island. They had big tall roller coasters, much more elaborate than this. It's not designed to go anywhere, so it'll always exist."

The redhead wrapped her hands around her knees and looked over at the new arrival. She was surprised to hear him talk, even though most animals did. There was something different about hearing a lion speak rather than a dog. Maybe it was due to seeing dogs every day and interacting with them more regularly. "It's better than some," Giselle said in response to Iseult's question.

The redhead reach out instinctively to pet Bolt's head when she stopped in midair. It seemed almost rude to pet a dog that could speak for itself without asking if she could. "May I?" Giselle asked with a warm smile. In that moment, she also saw Iseult become distracted with something off from their little group.

"What do you see over there?" Giselle asked. She turned around to see a figure, too small to be an adult, hiding in the shadows. She strained to see Angry, but the maiden knew that it couldn't be just a normal pickpocket. It wasn't like the Wings were a secret but she knew that they'd prefer to keep it under the radar. If that was one of the kids she was thinking of, then robbing people at a festival wasn't exactly keeping it low-key.

Any matter, Bolt and Iseult didn't seem to notice and Giselle wasn't going to be the one to give Angry away. She didn't know if the dark-haired girl knew who she was or not. Giselle had stopped by the Snuggly Duckling on occasion in her travels and had only ever seen Angry and her little friend Red in passing. Not long enough to have a conversation, but long enough to clock who they were in case anything like this were to happen. Giselle turned away, focusing on Bolt. If Angry wanted to come over, she would in time.

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Amongst a Sea of Bright Lights [Event] Jan 25, 2020 19:12:48 GMT

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Post by Bolt on Jan 25, 2020 19:12:48 GMT

Well, now Bolt felt a bit silly for assuming that Iseult was having a good time. Sympathy danced in his eyes when they mentioned the noise was a bit much for them, in not so many words, and he nodded his head a bit. Of course lions wouldn't be used to this sort of thing. Especially not if this was their first time there. It sounded like Giselle had been to a festival before, though. As for Bolt? His ears drooped down sheepishly and he rubbed a paw against the ground. Most dogs could say they'd been to a festival before. Bolt was still a special case, though.

"Actually? Uh..." He gave his tail a small wag before he continued in the hopes to ease his sheepishness. Honestly? Bolt didn't feel like it worked very well. "I've... never been to a festival before now. My person, Penny, took me to a Fourth of July event once. But this is my first festival. And so far, it's been pretty fun. I..." He stopped again when he saw that Giselle had her hand reached out to him. Her asking if she could pet him coupled with that helped a lot. Bolt was always up for pets. In fact, he decided to crane his head forward so she could reach him a bit better. Who was he to deny such a nice woman the opportunity to pet him? Bolt didn't exactly think of himself as an egotistical dog, but he liked to think his fur was soft looking.

"Sure, I don't mind," he answered at last. It was as he did that he realized something. Iseult had gone pretty quiet, and when he looked up at them he saw that they seemed distracted. Like they were looking off at something in the distance. He closed his eyes a moment and waited for Giselle to pet him, but that never came either. Bolt looked back up to her and saw that she, too, seemed distracted. By what, though?

It seemed that Bolt wasn't always so observant. While he liked to think that he was a clever little thing, some of the time the most obvious things could go right over his head. He looked in the same direction Iseult and Giselle had chosen to, and he had to squint a good long bit into the twilight air before he finally picked out the shape they'd seen. It was definitely human shaped, but... smaller. A child, perhaps? Bolt was considering asking when he saw Giselle return her attention to him. It seemed that neither she nor Iseult wanted to try and draw Angry over to them right then. But why? Why would a person be hiding in the shadows like that? Unless...

Come on, Bolty boy, that's silly! There's no way there'd be real life bad guys at a festival, Bolt told himself. Sure, he'd thrown himself into a war with a very real possibility of bad guys lurking everywhere, but he wasn't that stupid. Bolt was fully convinced that no one would dare try to do something bad at a big gathering of people like this. Perhaps it was naive of him to think so. When Bolt looked Angry's way, though, he couldn't see anyone bad. All he saw was a child.

So, Bolt decided to do something. He dropped down into a more relaxed position, deciding to lie down on the cobblestone beneath him, and as he started to wag his tail he offered up a friendly bark. Maybe if Angry knew that he thought she was friendly, then she'd want to come over.

...He also realized that Giselle might not quite catch on to that. Better come up with a cover story, he decided. Yeah.

"I like belly pets the best," Bolt explained with a small smile. Now Angry had her opportunity to come over. She just had to decide if she wanted to take that chance or not.

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Amongst a Sea of Bright Lights [Event] Feb 7, 2020 6:46:05 GMT

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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2020 6:46:05 GMT

Star was just lounging lazily along a carpeted rug spread out in front of a lit fireplace enjoying what he believed to be his day off when lo and behold his nap was rudely interrupted by one of the creepy castle's goblins. They were yelling at him to wake up. Still half asleep, Star giving a loud yawn stretched himself out. His eyes slowly opened as he turned to look expectantly at the offending goblin. "Yes?" he asked the annoying little thing while trying his best to hide his irritated tone; which was no easy task. Star was normally a very patient, good natured dog, but he really didn't like to be interrupted especially when napping kind of like his buddy, Kaltag in that regard. Oh Kaltag. How Star missed him. He wondered what his bestie was up to. If Kaltag and Nikki got dragged into the merging. Star hoped to find them. But one thing at a time, he told himself before reverting his attention back onto the goblin. "What is it? What...what do you want?" he asked sleepily giving his eyes a rub. The goblin just grinned stupidly at Star looking mighty pleased with himself for getting to be the one to interrupt Star's nap. "Orders from the tippity top. They want you little dog to go to the Arendelle festival to spy on the Suns and on their allies and to report back. Yeah, your orders are only to quietly observe and report back and yeah I think that was it," the goblin replied looking a bit unsure of himself. Surprisingly, the small creature was able to remember Star's orders for the day or at least Star thought that was his full orders. You could never tell with these little goblins though. They were simple creatures; prone to forget things easily and this little guy was certainly no exception. There could have been more to the goblin's message; more that the goblin forgot. But this was good news! Sure he didn't like being rudely awakened from his sleep. He was having a good dream, after all; which was a rarity for him these days. He dreamnt of himself finally standing up to Steele and snatching his coveted golden collar from him and then giving it to Balto who really did deserve to wear the golden sled collar. And for a fleeting moment he thought that maybe it was real only for him to be crudely awaken to the grim reality around him. And sure he didn't much like being made to spy on good people for nefarious purposes. But the Thorns were giving him orders to enjoy a genuine Arendelle festival giving him a break from them and their equally creepy castle. And best of all, he didn't even have to sneak out to enjoy it since he was under orders to go.

Still, the small husky thought it best for him to hide his excitement from the vile goblin, so he put on a look of disappointment on his face complete with flattened ears. The ploy worked fooling the goblin. The creature thinking he had ruined the rest of Star's day just laughed. "Aw, what's the matter wittle doggie? Did the big bad goblin ruin your former day off? Yes. Yes, I did and it's funny! So stop looking all sad and go already. You have your orders," the goblin cruelly teased giving Star a rough pat on the head unaware that the little husky could care less. Okay, so the pat he could have done without. Normally, Star liked being petted, but not like that. The way the annoying goblin did it was demeaning for sure making Star want to leave even more. A low, irritated growl managed to escape him even though he tried so hard not to out of fear of getting in trouble.

Luckily, the husky managed to slip away from the goblin while the goblin got distracted by a loud sound coming from the kitchen leaving Star free to go. 'Ha! Joke's on you pal! I'm not sad! I get to go to the festival and have fun while you are still stuck here! So you fail,' Star thought smugly smirking to himself while still looking all sad on the outside. Enhancing the effect, Star slowly walked out of the gloomy castle, ears still down, and tail between his legs.

After walking some feet, Star turned and looked behind him. As soon as the gloomy castle was well out of sight, Star picking up the pace ran. Along his way to Arendelle's festival, Star remembering something important stopped running. The purple bandanna the Thorns made him wear has their stupid logo on it! Quickly he removed it and carefully stashed the damn thing inside a hole of a great oak tree. He made sure it was well hidden underneath some leaves. Knowing all too well he had to keep up with it and not lose it lest he get in huge trouble with his superiors, he marked the tree in much the same way Balto did. Then again even if he did lose it he felt certain his superiors would just give him another one after yelling at him. 'There now nobody will know I'm with the Thorns,' Star thought to himself as he continued his journey to Arendelle.

All the while he was very wary of his surroundings and of those that occupied them. Star figured that the Thorns likely sent someone after him to keep a close eye on him and to make sure he didn't make any moves to betray them. It was this thought that made him particularly nervous. He never much liked being watched by the wicked Thorns. But what could he do? If he did betray them he would get in so much trouble with both sides of the conflict. They would surely punish him for his crimes and the little dog feared torture. He just prayed that whichever Thorn was tailing him would stay out of his way and not expose him to anybody at the festival. Then again why would they? Being that they were technically on the same side, the Thorn in question should have no reason to expose Star to the enemy. He just had to continue to obey them he supposed and that meant gathering any potential useful Intel without causing too much attention to himself. 'Easy peasy,' Star thought confidently to himself as he neared the town. 'I can do that easy enough.'

As soon as Star made it into the Rainbow Festival he was overwhelmed with excitement. There were bright lights, rides, and carnival food everywhere and best of all the streets were just teeming with people! Lots and lots of people! Feeling excited, Star smiled. 'Oh boy! Oh boy! What should I do first!?' His own question was quickly answered by his rumbling stomach brought on suddenly by all the fantastic new smells. Feeling hungry, the little husky decided to get something to eat first. Luckily, there were a lot of humans wandering about the place carrying festival food. Catching the familiar scent of a turkey leg, the husky followed it; which led him straight to a little good that resembled his musher's twin daughters. Wagging his tail, he smiled at her. Returning his smile, the little girl reached out to pet him. "Aw, what a cute little doggie! Do you want some of my turkey? Do ya?" she asked in a cooing tone resulting in Star running in circles barking excitedly. "Here you go! Enjoy little guy," she said giving him the entire thing much to Star's delight. Grateful, he took the leg into his mouth and allowed himself to be petted by the cute little girl. As she petted him on the head, his tail wagged. Oh how this little girl made him miss his owners. Oh how Star wished the kid would stay, but she skipped away after her mother called to her. "Bye puppy," she called after him. "I gotta go! Enjoy the turkey!" Well, at least he got a turkey out of it, so not a total loss. Still, he was gonna miss that kid.

Turkey leg in mouth he ducked behind a nearby stall and began to quickly eat his turkey out of fear someone might just come along and take it from him. After he finished his meal, Star took the remaining turkey bone in his mouth and decided it was time to enjoy the rest of the festivities. Being new to the merging and to the war, Star wondered what exactly it was the Suns were even celebrating. As far as he knew they had nothing to celebrate unless Arendelle was big on celebrating losing in which case, yeah. Sure. Whatever floats your boat, I guess. Who am I to judge what you people do? I'm just a sled dog and a nervous one at that! The dog remembered overhearing his superiors discussing how badly they kicked the Suns tails in the latest big fight. He didn't know the grisly details since nobody really went into it with him. After giving the issue some more thought, Star decided this shall be on his list of the many nosy questions he was going to ask anyone willing to listen to him. And unfortunately, he had no choice but to feed whatever info he gets out of the fairgoers to his superiors and he really, really didn't want to, but feared the consequences too much to disobey. And so for the next couple hours in between having actual fun and enjoying himself, Star would ask pesky questions to anyone that looked like they would answer him. Star made sure his tone and the way he asked sounded as innocent and harmless as possible.

During one such instance, Star was standing in line for one of the games though he was less interested in playing and much more interested in asking questions. He bugged the adult male human in front of him the whole time. "And speaking of fun, what is the deal with this festival anyway? Just what are we celebrating here? How we lost the last battle against the evil Thorns? Well, that can't be it! And by the way Arendelle could really use an upgrade to both their defense and offense. Don't you think?" Star asked out of curiosity acting beyond casual. All the while the poor guy in front was just groaning clearly annoyed by the overly nosy dog. Even when they made it to the front of the line and it became their turn to play, Star's inquisitive nature continued. Luckily, the poor man was saved from having to answer Star due to the carnie in charge of the game's booth eventually shooing the pesky husky away.

After being shooed away, the small husky resumed his quest. In the end though, Star managed to get his paws on some really juicy Intel. He hoped the Thorns watching him would inform their superiors of what a good job he was doing. After all, as evil and cruel most Thorns were they still rewarded their servants and slaves for being obedient and doing a good job. Star hoped to be rewarded after returning to the Black Keep for his efforts.

Just as the sun began to set along with the festival's bright lights shining against the darkened sky, The little husky having had a full day gave a little yawn. Stretching himself out, he decided he had better make his way back to the Keep before his collar went off. The nasty, sneaky Thorns equipped his sledding collar with a tracking device that will go off if he stays out too late emitting a silent alarm and an annoying blinking red light; which will then lead him to being surrounded by thorn soldiers that will forcibly drag him back to the Keep and no doubt he would be punished. Wanting to avoid punishment of any sort, Star quickened his pace while trying to stay awake. He really should have left sooner, but having got caught up in all the festivities he just sort of lost track of time.

As he ran along the side of the road he spotted a group of figures in the distance. He squinted. When he got close enough to see what they were a small yet cautious smile crossed his face because one of the figures to his delight was another dog. Part of him wanted to keep going while the other part...well... It had been quite awhile since he last saw another dog, so seeing one after such a long time was nice and it would be rude to keep going without introducing himself first. And Star couldn't be rude now could he? And besides, maybe if he were really lucky he could get some information out of him. Oh wouldn't his dark masters be pleased if he succeeded? And perhaps they would become so impressed that they would reward him for his good deed? This in mind, he thought that maybe it couldn't hurt for him to stay out a little while longer? Surely his collar wouldn't go off just yet. And even if it did he had the perfect excuse for being out late: he was working.

Taking a deep breath, Star slowly and cautiously approached the group. He didn't know what side they were on by just looking at them. But he didn't recognize any of them, so likely none of them were with the Thorns. As he approached, Star caught the dog claiming that belly rubs were the best; which Star had to agree with. That and head rubs were the best for him. "Oh definitely! Couldn't agree more! That and head rubs are definitely the best," Star chimed in wagging his tail with a goofy smile on his face.

He paused about halfway upon realizing that he did just kind of butt in without any sort of warning or introduction. He realized a bit too late that some might see that as rude on his part. "Sorry for barging in unannounced like this. I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I just heard someone mention belly rubs and yeah...couldn't resist," Star apologized shyly looking purposely in Bolt's direction since he was the one he had overheard. He decided he would start asking the group questions after they officially welcome him in. No need to hurry this up. Patience was key and the husky was nothing but patient.

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Amongst a Sea of Bright Lights [Event] Feb 15, 2020 19:38:15 GMT

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Leather sails affected in the gales as the flying reptile glided over the maze of boxes. Downpour's kind would create towns sometimes but commonly they were minuscule and primitive. The conception of sizeable metropolises was a bit novel to her although she seemed to understand the elementary idea of them. The thing that was fantastic to her was that they were not populated by dinosaurs but by those nectarous two-legged critters. Femme considered feasting on the two-legged primates but eventually concluded it was not worth the peril. After all the pterosaur was a scavenger before she was a huntress.

One other aspect that differentiated these critters from the ones she once knew was their wasteful tendencies. By then Downpour had become enlightened that where there were humans there was ordinarily trash. A meal was a meal even if it was odorous. Great webbed limbs beat and spawned billowing currents of air as she began to descend in the atmosphere. Because female did not want to attract too much attention to herself she honed in on a domain outside the bulk of the cacophonous noise and movements. Orbs spotted a few critters lingering on the outskirts she set her target upon but Downpour's concern regarding them was negligible. Cobalt scales glimmered beautifully in the dark lighting as she closed in.

Curved talons of ivory made contact with the rugged stone floor with astounding grace. Pillars bounced a couple times as the beast decreased velocity. Downpour brought herself to a finish in front of a assemblage of trash cans that laid backside the bulk of the collected group. Impressive spearlike beak turned their general position and golden hues glared outward. Femme snarled suspiciously, forbidding the mammals to interfere with her scavenging. Downpour didn't care about making a favorable first impression, she just didn't want to be deterred from her nourishment.

Claws stirred with a cautious sluggishness as she approached the trash and the horde of buzzing insects that hovered around the discarded nutrient. Optics remained fixed upon the creatures while drawn-out beak lightly descended within the cylinder to root about.

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Amongst a Sea of Bright Lights [Event] Mar 27, 2020 21:50:27 GMT

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Maybe they had noticed her, maybe they hadn't; Angry wasn't certain, at this point. She had, for a moment, thought she noticed the lion's red gaze drift in her direction, and had stared back defiantly; but then by then their eyes had left her again, leaving the dark-haired child uncertain if they'd even found her in the first place. If the big feline had indeed seen her, they gave no visible sign to their companions... and while one, then the other, of them each turned to look her way, again nothing seemed to be said.

She might as well have been invisible here, Angry figured with some resentment.

Still, she certainly wasn't going to go through her loot when there was the possibility of this unlikely group looking over her shoulder. Closing up her satchel again, making sure it was sealed tightly so none of the coins she'd swiped would fall out, Angry abruptly stood. She could, of course, just find a more secluded corner to settle in while she went through her prizes.

Or...

It was stupid and irrational, but it was also fuelled by resentment at the way no-one ever seemed to even notice her. On the one hand, of course, that was a good thing for a skilled thief, and Angry never cared much for adult attention anyway. But on the other... being constantly overlooked smarted more than the girl cared to admit. What was she, not worth anyone's time? She fumed silently.

She was, she decided in a moment of recklessness, going to see just how close she could get before they actually were forced to take notice of her. When they did, sure, it would probably be awkward and uncomfortable for all concerned, herself included; but in that moment Angry just didn't care. She was going to make these three strangers squirm a little if she could.

Or them might just continue to ignore her even once she was right on top of them. That wouldn't even surprise the girl at this point either, honestly.

Gathering her satchel close, Angry took a few purposeful steps towards the group. Looking for all the world as if she was just going to march straight on past them... except that her narrowed gaze, radiating intensity as it refused to leave the group, all but dared one of them to meet her eye. For a moment, she was hit by a flash of recognition at the sight of the woman, who she might or might not have seen around the Snuggly Duckling - the orange hair, long and kinda like Red's, was memorable - but they'd never exchanged words, and Angry doubted that the woman had even noticed her and Red at the time. No-one ever did.

She still couldn't decide if that was something that she appreciated or hated.

Before she could get so close as to make everything very awkward, Angry was diverted by the sensation of something wooshing by low overhead. The child instinctively ducked; but the whatever-it-was was already past her by then, and homing in on the trash heap further down the alley.

The festival sure brought out all sorts, she supposed.

She didn't know what that new creature was; nor, really, did Angry care. There were already plenty of weird things in the world without purposely going out of her way to learn more about them. Even so, though, it unexpected arrival had broken her resentful train of thought for a moment; and now the child just remained where she stood, reconsidering her next move.

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