Post by Angel on Oct 30, 2019 20:49:04 GMT
(February 3rd, about the same time as Mischief Managed, and A Day of Games and Fun. Open to Angel and Fuli. Although if any of the other younger trainees feel like popping in, this wouldn't be a bad place.)
"This way, I think it's still open."
Angel looked over her shoulder at her feline companion, her blue eyes dancing as the sounds of the festivities were becoming more and more prevalent to her triangular ears. The alleyway was narrow, with stone walls to one side, and rich brown brick to the others. Arendelle's allies and side passages were for winder the the ones back in Marceline. It felt like there was no real layout to the town. With streets, buildings, allies, and staircases all flowing down towards the sea.
Turning a corner, she found herself faced with a wooden gate, with several crates and barrels stored against it. While at the same time her nose was assaulted with the fresh smells of pastries, cakes, and all manor of festival foods. Telling her they were going the right way. The blonde furred pom-mix approached the gate and hopped up onto her hind legs, wobbling slightly as she did so. She raised her chin and peeked over the edge of the fence. Sure enough, there was the main drag and the stalls, stages, vendors, and general revelry that was the annual Festival. Confetti filled the air, and multicolored paper banners hung suspended in the air above them, as well as across the road. This made the Festival seem to be takeing place inside a tunnel of colors and light. She tossed up her head to give a little bark in Fuli's direction, before dropping down to her four paws. Wrinkling her nose in order to toss little flake of confetti off the end of her muzzle.
"Yep, this is it alright. Sure beats washing dishes or polishing armor. I can't believe they didn't notice us slipping out!"
Chores. That seemed to be all a trainee was good for according to the Enchanted Suns. Now, Angel wasn't exactly opposed to rules and a general order. After-all, that came with any home or place of gathering. Even the Junkyard Dogs had their rules (Albeit enforced only on the whim of their leader). However, it seemed the Suns had a whole other idea on what was expected. It was either doing chores, or hanging around waiting to do chores. There was some talk about apprenticeships, and the young canine had put some thought into that direction. However, the last few weeks following the ambush and her night with Scamp had zapped her energy. Angel was starting to feel doldrums that just had to be relived.
Besides, she was never one to just sit around...not when there was some fun to be had.
The gate was locked with a small hook latch. Putting her for-paws against the wooden slats that made up the hinged gate, Angel pressed her brown nose against the bottom of the hook, and pushed up. With a soft "click", the hook slid out of it's hasp, and the gate edged up just slightly under the dog's weight. Wow..that happened fast! Angel thought giddily while she pushed the gate open with her snout. With their entrance to the festival now open, she raised her head triumphantly and grinned down at Fuli. Trying to stifle a laugh while she spoke.
"Well, there's the point of no return. Shall we?"
