Renaissance Fair (Feast Tent)
This huge pavilion is one of several that has been set up at one end of the Renaissance Fair, and is the backdrop for the feasts and dances that will happen throughout the time that the Fair will be in town. It, like the others, is a simple enough set up made more lively by the bright colors of the pavilion. During feasting time, chairs and tables are made available, and during the dances these are removed and music flows as freely as the ale.
Tonight, within the tents set aside for this, a feast has been underway. Beginning after sundown, a crowd has come to enjoy period cuisine (and lots of period booze). As everyone who was in attendance was encouraged to either bring a dish or supply a donation of money to cover expenses, there was quite a bit of both food and drink to be had, of a wide variety. Now, as everyone has sated their hungers, the tables are moved away. Tankards are still in hand for some, and the drink still flows - but now, the true test begins. That of the Ren Fair Dance!
Tonight, Skylar looks a bit tired, but also utterly at ease. He is a bit underdressed, garbed in his earthen toned linens and leathers that he was wearing while selling at his blacksmith booth earlier today, he is certainly overshadowed by the brighter colors and costumes that others are wearing. All the same, he moves about the pavilion, assisting others in clearing it for the dancers as the musicians start to add to the ambiance of tonight's event
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Per usual during the feast, Alexa keeps herself well away from the revelry and the crowd. This time she was unable to slip in and out early, so she seems to be stuck at the back of the tent, sharing a bench with several other merchants. Her posture is quite rigid, on edge. Every few minutes her eyes stray toward the top of the ten, slowly lowering back to the table as though she fully expects something to manifest right in front of her and cause issue.
"Nay, sir," she offers to the merchant to her right. "I fear that I must decline your offer to join you in dance. T'would be a shame were I to scuff your shiny new boots. Perhaps the fair maiden over yonder," she replies, pointing to a woman about midway through the tent, "would be more inclined to acquiesce to your request."
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And Paige seems happy to be with the people clearing away the tables and chairs, rather than those coming in for the dancing, or getting ready for it once their seating is gone. She's dressed simply, more in the manner of a country girl than any of the princess and ladies of court that have been filtering around since the faire opened its gates. Which seems to suit her quite well. "Do we need to clear that part of the stage?" it's all about helping out, right? And since she arrived only just before the feast, the least she can do is keep herself busy…and out of trouble.
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To comment on the food or the people is impossible as they were not observed. In fact, they still aren't, not as most would see. This is due mainly to the fact that a certain someone is extremely unfashionably late. Other things came up that were far more important, and she literally has been trying to decide if she really wants to face so many people all for a prostitute.
Curiosity (or boredom) finally gets the best of Quinn so she dresses in the dress she was wearing during her last 'battle' with Skylar. It is easier to move in, after all, and there's no telling what creatures lie in waiting. Currently she's not yet arrived in the area; however she is on her way. The one thing that Quinn does notice is that her dress seems fairly out of place in comparison to others. She feels far too covered and almost protected, as if she's wearing some ancient female version of battle armor.
This doesn't seem to bother her, and instead she continues to make her through the crowds. She may show up. Eventually.
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The feast to open the faire began at sundown, which of course was when Michael left for Desirees' so they arrive somewhat late, but due to the fact that Michael's willing to drive a little faster than may be technically legal they're not so late that they've missed the meal. He walks in arm in arm with Desiree, his steps confident and comfortable, while not usually one to walk down memory lane (who's got time at his age) the dress code certainly seems to suit him the garbs worn by Desiree and himself taking him back to his last days in Europe he steps a little lighter than he has of late, his grace even more apparent.
Through the meal of course Michael simply made small talk, not eating anything himself he seemed to be mostly intent on not watching anyone eat too closely, but with the start of the dance Michael offers Desiree one of his more public smiles, any feelings there faint enough to seem almost false. He rises from his seat and extends a hand to her. "Would you care to dance?"
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The feast, of course, was delicious. Desiree's contribution?— homemade Irish soda bread. More than three dozen loaves of bread. Yes, it took her hours to bake, but she managed. It keeps well, after all. Having delivered it to the Feast Steward, she joins Michael at table, eating and conversing with those around her. It was a fine meal, filling, and when movement is made to clear the floor, Desiree groans at the thought of moving. "If you don't mind, I'd like to sit and let this digest a bit before I trip the light fantastic," she tells Michael. "But, please, find a partner and dance. I'll be fine in a few minutes. I just want to finish this," she says, holding up her goblet of 15-year old mead. "It's delicious." She looks about the tent. "How about that girl over there? The one sitting with the other merchants? She might like to dance." Yes, she's talking about you, Alexa!
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The clearing of the floor complete, people begin to mingle for a short time as the minstrels, dressed in brightly colored garb, take the stage. And if anyone needs liquid courage, there is still no shortage of ale, mead, or spiced wine.
During the feast, Skylar was seated with Paige, and the two had conversed, Sky taking the time to introduce Paige around to the regulars that he knew, and people from the SCA. Also during that time, he would occassionally glance to the entrance, or the empty seat beside him, but other then that seemed to have a great time, smiling and laughing and telling jokes. Now, as he finishes moving the tables, Sky smiles over at Paige. "Nope, I think they have that," he says, though even so he makes his way in that direction, just to make sure. As he does, he catches a familiar face that causes him to pause, and call out in greeting, "Mistress Elysia, is that you?" He glances aside to Paige as he guides her with him towards where Alexa is. "Elysia is a member of the SCA. Her and her mother run the Apothecary stall at these kind of events. I didn't see them earlier, but I was fairly busy with my own booth."
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The beckoning from the smith causes Alexa to smile. "If you will excuse me," she says, extracting herself from the bench and quickly making her way through the crowd toward the call. Once she reaches Skylar, she dips into a small curtsey. "Sir William. M'lady," she says, offering another curtsey toward Paige. "We have been fairly easy ourselves this day," she notes to Skylar. "The mistress wishes to send you her regards, and hopes that you are faring well." Someone may be trying to find her for a dance, but they will now find her otherwise occupied.
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The closer she gets to where she assumes the desired festivities are, the more that she can sense the music and the crowd. Everyone seems overly happy. They obviously must all be drunk. Yet the drunken dancers and random other people keep the hunter from reaching her destination. They even keep her from being seen as she uses them to sneak in. If Quinn doesn't see something to keep her interested, she's very likely to turn around and walk away. Luckily for everyone around she's not noticed Michael yet.
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Thanksfully, even if she never as to use what she's actually learned, she's from a family and a town that's old school enough that Paige can actually pull off a curtsey without either ending up ass over top, or looking as if she's just come in on the latest tour bus. And so, the courtesy is returned, "A pleasure to meet you, Mistress Elysia. I am sorry that I did not have a chance to visit your booth today. Though i will make it a point to do so tomorrow."
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Michael offers Desiree a sympathetic smile. "Yet another reason I have little time for food, it makes you so….lathargic." He seems to consider the suggestion that he dance with someone else, and even offers a nod. "As you wish, although you will find me when you feel ready to dance?" He's about to make his way to Alexa when he notices her on the move, since she's otherwise engaged Michael once more turns his attention to Desiree. "Shall we walk until you feel ready for more physical activity? I don't usually do well at mingling, but I suppose I should make an exception on ocassion." He flashes an amused smile. "I do have an interest in how people lived in days of old after all."
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Abbey is late.. Though its not /all/ her fault mind you, work is just not a easy thing to escape especially when everyone is so use to the boss being there. She pauses at the entrance of the tent, pale blue gaze slowly drifting around the area as she slips inside, moving along the side to somewhat stay out of the way. While she doesn't regret telling Skylar she would come she is needless to say a bit out of place. Though the dress he sent over she does rather like. A white shirt makes up part of it, the sleeves slightly ruffled in several places, an it is long enough to flow down to her wrists which at least covers up both the tattoos and scars that rest upon her forearms, the shirt itself is rather low cut showing off her shoulders. The bodice pair of the dress is a dark emerald green color and tied closed with a simple strip of leather, gold thread accenting across in, the dress itself is a slightly lighter green an ankle length, a pair of sandles rest upon her feet, the leather straps curling around her ankles. Her hair rests lose, curls bouncing slightly as she moves along.
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At the suggestion of walking, Desiree shakes her head. "No, I'm content to sit for the moment," she replies. "I'm sorry I'm such a lousy date tonight, but I like to watch before jumping into things. The dancing is a little too energetic for me, and I don't know how it's done. I mean, I know the pavanne, but that's about it." She sips her mead, smiling. "I will find you, Michael, when I'm ready to dance. That you have my word upon. Depend on it." She gives him a wide, brilliant smile to ease the sting of her refusal. "Please, go mingle. I'll be fine right here. I see some familiar faces, but that's about it." She makes a shooing motion with her hand, urging him to go and visit with others. "I'll be right here."
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The middle of the pavilion slowly clears, and dancers begin filling the space. The dance is a group dance, one where members of each gender rotate through the others, so that everyone has a chance to mingle and interact.
Since Skylar's been introducing Paige to other SCA folks, she'll likely know by now that his name amongst that group is Sir William - since that's how most of them address him. "I am, thank you, and please give my regards to her as well. Elysia, this is Paige." As he introduces the two of them, Skylar looks up as a flash of familiar dress looks by. He had hoped it would be Quinn… but he still smiles, offering a silent wave in Abbey's direction, and an inclination of his head for how stunning she looks in the dress he lent her. He then looks over in the direction of the dancing. "Ah, looks like it's off to a good start…" he says.
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"Well met, m'lady," Alexa offers, her smile bright and friendly. "The apothecary will be open for several more hours yet, though you are more than welcome to visit at any time. As a friend of Sir William's it would be an honor to offer you a discount should you choose to purchase any wares." In a more hushed tone, she offers, "You have my thanks for saving me from dancing. I fear they would never have let me leave the table if I did not promise at least once dance, and unfortunately I am all left feet this eve."
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The best part about attending an event that one has no desire to be at all for the friendship that she doesn't even really want, or so she thinks, is quickly realizing how much of a mistake it all is. That moment hits the woman like a brick when she looks over only to find the prostitute with not only one other female, but three. They all seem to be better dressed, and quite frankly she's not in the mood to mingle. So Quinn stands there watching for a moment, the crowd parting enough around her to allow her to become visible to Sky if he is to look.
Before too long, she does realize where she is and where she no longer wishes to be. So slowly, careful not to actually run into anyone else, the hunter turns to walk away. The night is young enough that she can be of better use elsewhere.
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"Perhaps I will take the time to come out and look over what you have to offer. I would certainly not avoiding the dancing, that's for certain." A pause, as she looks over to Skylar, "I mean no offense, of course, Sir William, but you are in the presence of four left feet." Paige really is trying hr best to fit in. For Skylar's sake. But she's just not all up to spec on this period speech. It's hard. "Will you be dancing most of the evening?" That to the only one of the trio who hasn't begged off from dancing.
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Michael seems to consider Desirees' words once more, his smile faint. "They're going to expect me to speak 'authentically' for the period aren't they? You know it took us the better part of five hundred years to get here." He grins. "Still I will go for a while… since you insist, but I won't leave you alone long, that would be a lousy date."
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Abbey hums softly to herself and tilts her head as she glances around, spotting Desiree some distance away, well at least there is someone else here that she knows. She lets her arms rest upon her sides, hands clasped before her as she paues. Her head tilts to the side and she catches sight of Skylar and the wave, a smile is offered and she lifts a hand offering a wave back. An apologic look crossing her face as she feels bad for being late, though she doesn't wander over towards where he is just yet seeing how he is talking to others and she doesn't want to interfere.
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"Oh, I don't think so," Desiree tells Michael. "I mean, I hear some speaking foresoothly, but not everyone. I wouldn't know where to begin with such a thing, personally," she says with a grin. "I'd rather speak mead." There's a sparkle in her eyes as she sips. "It's really very good. I could get used to it, but I've a feeling it's not available in the liquor stores." Her expression to him is endearing. "You really don't have to worry about me, Michael. I'm not going to disappear, and there aren't any other vampires about that I've noticed. So, I'm not going to get kidnapped, either." She laughs softly. "You're the perfect date, Sir Michael— Or, what was your given name? Back then, I mean."
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"It is the men's fault for being far too forward, good mistress. If you wish me to talk to them, please let me know, I would be more then happy to," Skylar says to Alexa, smiling to her before glancing next to him at Paige, his smile warm, as well as happy at being here. He is definately at ease amongst this crowd. "Well, quite possibly, milady Paige - I had hoped to teach you some of these dances, after all. As well, I also owe dances to the other people I have forced here…" He trails off, after chuckling, gazing around the crowd gathered who have not yet begun to dance.
And that is when Sky notices the familiar dress that he -was- looking for. And making a hasty retreat out of the pavilion. After trying, with no success, to grab Quinn's attention, he turns to Paige and Alexa. "If you will excuse me, Elysia… Paige, I just saw a friend of mine. I just want to go check and make sure she is ok, but this may take awhile." Because, depending on what mood she is in, she may try to start a fight. With him -or- someone else. "You can come, if you like, or wait here. But I should probably go see to this now." Before she gets too much of a head start.
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"So these things go," Alexa says with a gentle laugh. "M'lady, as it appears you have lost your escort, should you need assistance in anything I will be most happy to aid you until he returns." Another small curtsey offered, even as she nods her head toward Skylar. "I shall escort m'lady Paige to your smithy if you do not return shortly, Sir William. You may have my promise on that."
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She's seen enough of him if she's quizzed later. Jealousy is not the word to describe her feelings. In truth she's too insecure and out of her element, yet the story she'll use is that she just got bored and left. So Quinn moves in and out of people, using the crowd as near concealment as she heads elsewhere. Home is beginning to sound better and better.
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Paige seemed just about to give some sort of response, when Skylar's attention changes direction, and she looks over in the direction of the woman turning to make her retreat. A nod, nothing more, and that's more to herself, before she answers, "If you have business to attend to, I won't keep you." A pleasant smile to Alexa, "I don't think that will be necessary, although I do thank you for your offer, Mistress Elysia. Sir William was not my escort for the evening. I do think that I will take this chance to see a bit of the fair before the evening gets too late, though, if you'll excuse me?"
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Smiling slightly Michael shrugs. "I'm not worried about anything happening to you, but I don't like just leaving you alone… I have my manners after all." He shakes his head at the comment of his name. "I was going by Michael at the time, I've gone by Michael most of my life, but my birth name was Hermanaric." He flashes a grin. "I dropped it when when it was obvious that it had become much too common."
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"Hermanaric," Desiree echoes, trying the name out for size. "No, Michael's much better for you," she tells him, draining her goblet. Taking a breath, she smiles. "How about this? I'll go for a walk with you, if you promise we can look for the merchant who sold me this tiny bottle. He had larger ones, but I didn't know if I'd like it or not." Her smile is engaging, and she rises gracefully from the bench. "I won't swear I'm good to walk the entire Faire again, but at least part of the marketplace. There were some beautiful things I wanted to buy, but I just don't have the money." She slips her arm into Michael's. "You can make up missing the auction by buying me something expensive and beautiful, how's that?" She laughs, winking. It's a joke. Really.
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Abbey hums softly to herself while her gaze drifts over the tent while she tilts her head. Needless to say she feels rather out of place, not like anyone here is going to talk about cars or motorcycles after all. She chews on her lip a moment and once she catches sight of Desiree standing with Michael, she waves towards the two that don't happen to be that far away from where she happens to be at the moment. "Evening Desiree." Is said with a friendly tone.
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"I'll try and be back soon, if I can. If not, I'll call you," Skylar says to Paige. It may not be 'ren' speak, but he'd rather cover his bases then worry about being proper. "Miladies," he says, excusing himself. And then he's weaving through the crowd, heading after Quinn. "Quinn," he calls out. And making a mental note in his head to lecture -her- about how he feels about people walking out on him.
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"As you wish, m'lady. I do hope to see you again on the morrow at the booth. Should you need help with anything, please feel free to seek me out. Even the apothecary's assistant needs some time to wander every so often." Another curtsey is offered to Paige as it is simply her way of doing things. "Good eve." Skylar's friend is allowed to leave as she will, there is no pressure from Alexa. Mainly due to the fact that she can feel her temple starting to pulse, even as she mutters, "You will not. Not here. I'll not have it."
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"I am certain that I will see you before the end of the faire. And I will be sure to make certain I bring home some of your wares with me. A Good evening to you, Mistress Elysia." Paige really is doing her best to be polite and as proper as, well, the event calls for, and so, the curtsey is returned, before she makes her way towards the outside of the tent and the faire beyond.
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Michael offers his arm nodding to Desiree. "Yes, I always thought Michael's better. Hermanaric was a family name though. I haven't really given it much thought in centuries… I haven't used it in… well it must be a thousand years." He chuckles at the comment, it's hard to tell if he's joking or if he really does plan to go heavy handed with the gift giving. "I've been thinking the same thing… I think Emeralds would match your eyes." He begins on his way quite happily leading Desiree out of the tent and to the market.
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Abbey glances after Desiree and Michael as they leave the area and catches sight of Skylar leaving as well. She blinks slightly while lifting a hand and brushing a few strands of hair from her eyes. "Well.." She murmurs softly as she shifts over to a free seat and settles herself upon it, one leg crossing over the other as her hands fold neatly upon her lap. "Wonder if I can smoke in this place.." She murmurs faintly to herself. Though where on earth she would be carrying her cigarettes is a thought for sure.
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A burly man wearing a circlet atop his head steps in front of Abbey. Bowing, the man smiles. "Milady. Those colors make your eyes twinkle as bright as the stars in the sky. Thou should find yourself a dance partner, lest you be spun from lord to lord all evening."
Alexa takes a deep breath as everyone seems to leave. Fists clench at her skirts, and she takes several deep breaths. "Please not here. At least wait until I get out of the crowd. Please. I implore you…"
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Abbey blinks slightly and peers up at the voice and the form before her. A faint ah escapes her and she ponders what to say while she offers a faint smile. "Well.. Actually.. I already have someone to dance with.." He just sorta left. An if anyone tries to spun her from one to another there not going to like what she does to them to say the least. Alexa is still some distance away from her, though she tilts her head and casts a slight glance towards her from around the man that is standing before her.
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"Please accept my most humble apologies, milady, but your escort is a fool to leave you so unattended." The man does not yet remove himself from Abbey's presence, merely raises himself to full height. "Surely you can afford one dance with your most humble servant?"
A small, haunted look starts in Alexa's eyes, and she excuses herself from a new conversation, taking to the edge of the tent and busily trying to tidy up along with the others.
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Abbey watches Alexa a few moments, she could almost swear the woman was talking like she was in trouble.. Well she didn't hear the whole thing, but enough words to grasp her attention for a few moments. Her pale gaze drifts towards the man once more. "Really.." Is said, a slight bit of an amused tone escapes her. "An.. if I tell you that I can not dance?" She warned Skylar that she might step on his toes after all.
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"Then I will allow you to stand upon my feet as I whisk you about the dance floor like a lady deserves to be." The man bows again, though he still doesn't press the issue with Abbey. Just making pleasant and flirtatious conversation with a young woman who appears to be alone.
With everything neat and orderly, Alexa seats herself at an empty bench. Her head rests upon her arms, and she takes a few deep breaths. She seems to lose a bit of the tension as the breathing exercises calm her.
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Abbey chuckles osftly at this, a faint eh escapes her. "Right.. How about I think about that an I'll let you know later?" She questions while watching the man still. Her pale gaze settled against his curiously. She can't believe that women fell for this type of stuff back then. Her gaze drifts back towrds Alexa and she watches her a few moments before letting her attention go back to the man once more.
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"Alas, my heart. You shatter it, milady." The man makes a motion of grabbing his chest and looking wounded, much to the enjoyment of several nearby friends. "Thou does me a great dishonor, and have wounded my pride. Where is your escort, so that I might properly challenge him?" It seems to be all about trying to get Abbey to smile at this point.
As conversations pass, and people continue their dancing, Alexa slowly sits up once more. Her face is paler than normal and her expression almost blank. A smile here, and a nod there are offered as she is spoken to.
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Abbey blinks at the man and smirks slightly at the sight and comments. "Oh my.. maybe I should go find your a healer or something.." This said with an amused tone. "Ah.." There is a pause at the question to where Skylar is. "He had to go somewhere.. Tho.. I'm sure he'll return shortly." A soft smile is offered. "No need to challenge him I assure you." With a few people talking with Alexa she lets her attetnion stay on the man before her.
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"Rest assured, milady, should he not return with haste, I shall have my glove ready for his face!" The man dangles a white glove in front of him, and winks at Abbey. "Go and be merry, milady. I will await your decision, for soon you will wish to dance and my feet will be willing." Another bow offered before he finally twists to head back to his friends and entourage.
Rubbing her temple, Alexa smiles again as a comment is made. A soft, melodious laugh can be heard though it is very brief.
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Abbey ohs softly and a slight shake of her head is seen. "Well then.." She offers softly. "I hope he wanders back soon then for sure." This said with a soft tone as she offers a slight nod to the leaving man. Eh.. Perhaps she would be better off back at the garage. She glances back towards wherer Alexa is, well she seems to be alright.
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The man that had been speaking with Abbey doesn't seem to be armed, and seemed merely to be having a teasing conversation with her. Perhaps because she looks so ill at ease. More continue to dance and make merry, leaving the young apothecary at the table by herself once more. Allowing her eyes to close, Alexa starts to mutter, "It is only two nights, surely you can give me peace for that long? I beg of you…" Nothing seems too much amiss except for the fact that she is talking to herself every so often.
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Abbey doesn't really think there would be a challenge over something like a dance. After all she doesn't feel its that big of a deal. Her pale gaze drifts towards the entrance of the tent before she glances back towards where Alexa is, an catches the fact that she is indeed speaking to herself at the moment. She ponders for a few moment before standing up and wanders over towards where she is sitting. "Miss.. Are you alright?"
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Glancing up as she's spoken to, Alexa allows her eyes to shift to either side. "I shall be fine. 'tis naught but a headache." To show the other as much, she offers a smile. "You are not part of the usual faire gathering. Please take a seat if you wish." Thankfully, the poltergeist holds off. Not causing a public disturbance. For once, she can breathe a sigh of relief. Her break will soon be up and she'd much rather deal with the nuisance in her own booth than for all to see.
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Abbey waves a hand slightly. "I'm sorry for bothering you.. I just wanted to make sure." There is a slight pause while she hims before glancing back towards the tent entrance then to Alexa once more. "Yes.. Well I'm not one normally to be found here I must say. I was sort of invited to come for a dance." For the moment she stays standing.
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"Verily it is fine. I shouldst take some willow bark at the apothecary, and the headache will clear itself up, m'lady." Alexa presses her fingers to her temple again, and positive that nothing is going to happen, she offers a nod of the head. "You should join the revelry, though the dance steps are far more difficult than they even appear. It has taken me years and I am still not all that light on my feet with them."
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Abbey ahs softly and nods a moment. "I suppose if that works.." She offers softly, not that she knows anything about it. "The revelry?" Is questioned with a curious tone after a moment. "I have to admit I've been to a few of these.. Though I've never partaken in anything going on."
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"The dancing, the ale, the entire reason most come." Alexa's hand motions out toward garbed dancers and she smiles. "Though if you do not care for the dance, there are events going on outdoors as well. I believe we have juggler, and a bonfire this evening in the main courtyard, and the marketplace will remain open until well into the night." Due to the fact that this year, they are keeping things open and available for the vampire population.
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Abbey ohs and offers a slight smile. "I see." She offers softly. "I have to admit I'm not that good of a dancer.." She offers while letting her arms fold before her, hands clasped together for a few moments. "I thought of visiting the marketplace actually. I wanted to look around at some of the shopes."
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"One needs not be all that fleet of foot to dance, one simply must know how to enjoy themselves." Says the woman who earlier stated that she had two left feet. "Yet the night is quite beautiful, and there need be no reason to stay ensconced within the tent if you do not wish it." Rising to her feet, Alexa offers Abbey another bright and friendly smile. "I will escort you at least as far as the flaps so that you can escape without being accosted again."
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Abbey chuckles softly and offers a warm smile while nodding. "That is true.." She murmurs out softly. A slight chuckle escapes her. "Yes well.. I would appricate that actually." This said while offering a warm friendly smile to Alexa as she turns to start moving towards the front of the tent when the other is ready.
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An arm is offered to Abbey, as though the were the absolute best of friends and not complete strangers. "Take my arm," Alexa whispers to the woman. "I will guide you clear of the overbearing men who wish to dance the night away with you. You can join me in the two left feet club." With another gentle laugh, she waits until the arm is taken before leading them through the crowd like a trained noblewoman. Demurring dance requests and offers of honey ale.
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Abbey chuckles osftly and hums before nodding and smiles while letting her arm slip through the other's so they are moving arm in arm now. "I don't mind that club.. Vist it often." Is said with an amused tone and slight wink offered.
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Another laugh, and Alexa shakes her head. "Mores the pity. I would love to learn the dances." An easier time would be made of it too, if she could keep the poltergeist from causing issues. Nearing the tent flaps, she is forced to twist to the side to avoid some children that are running in and laughing, chasing one another across the dance floor. "Go now while you have a chance, milady. I think you will perhaps enjoy the bonfire, or one of the minstrels that wander by. Good eve to you."
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After an hour or two, Desiree slips back into the feasting tent, conspicuously alone. Michael, apparently, had business to attend to, and left her there at her insistence. She's a little tipsy, but no where nearly as drunk as other revelers. Spying a familiar face, she ambles over to Abbey where she's talking to another woman. "Hey, Abbey," she says, trying to keep her voice modulated. "Or, rather, evening, m'ladies." She offers a slight curtsey. "How're you doing this fine night?"
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Abbey smiles and nods slightly. "I would not mind learning how to dance.." This said with a soft tone. She pauses and smiles as she catches sight of the children and shifts to the side to let them pass before she looks back to Alexa and lowers her arm. A slight nod of her head is offered. "It was a pleasure to speak with you.. I hope your feeling better soon." This said with a polite tone as she turns to slip outside and pauses glancing to Des. "Evening Desiree.. I'm fine, just on my way out of here though. Don't go driving now.. Or well.. riding I suppose in this case."
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With a curtsey as she leaves Abbey, Alexa makes her way back through the tent. She has no issues with being asked to dance this round, as most either have partners or were rebuffed last round by her on her way through. At the back of the tent, she grabs a small pewter cup and makes her way out the back flap to wander the outside perimeter before rejoining her mother at the booth and allowing her to take her break.
