Rainblade-Ryalors Open Vulpinsula & Surroundings Westisle Cultural Appreciation Day

[Kaii Nashirou]

Kaii in the meanwhile noted Pomodu displeasure with the title, pondering behind the reasonings. Even if her father have died, she still would be a princess de jure. Maybe it was something about the local culture he just couldn't understand.

"But of course. My sincerest apologies miss Pomodu. I didn't wish to bring upon you any displeasure." He provided a short bow at the end, showing his respect, even if her abandonment of a title meant he was the most noble of the three. Kaii fortunately couldn't care less for his own title.

"Kerney asks a good question. Why choose Bouillabaisse Harbour then?" Kaii added to the topic on paw.

 

[Anastasia Ryalor]

(Open to interaction for any of our newer players who are looking for threads, or, if not, this will be a vignette).

In the middle of the festivities, a young vixen, barely into her adult years, happily munched down on the takoyaki stick that she held in her right paw, being careful not to get any of it on the elegant blue kimono with gold fringes that she wore. She would have been a classic Southern with well-groomed fiery red contrasted by deep blue eyes, if not for the fact that she was a bit tall and underneath the coverings had quite a large amount of firm, well-honed muscle, and for the fact that attached to her waist was the traditional daishō of the warrior class. That was, however, an anomaly, given that instead of the traditional katana, it seemed she had matched the traditional dagger with a larger odachi instead. Finishing off her treat, she aimed at a local wastebin, and gracefully arced the stick into it, before withdrawing a hankerchief and wiping her paws. She smiled softly as she returned the hankerchief to within her kimono, and began to walk down the cobblestone streets of this strange, foreign land that preoccupied so much of her family's time, her sandals quiet on the ground as she did so. Spotting an alley, she slipped into it, keeping watch at its entrance. Within moments, there were two light thumps behind her, though she did not turn around.

“Hime…” one of the two foxes, clad in a mixture of black and gray and kneeling behind her, reported respectfully in a hushed tone “...we have located the targets and their location, but not all of them have arrived at the meeting yet. We believe there should be about twenty, but only sixteen have arrived. Should we move on them to prevent any difficulties now? Your father did not want to risk any disruptions to the festiv-.”

A strange smile flicked across the vixen’s face as she held up one paw slightly, and the beast immediately quieted.

“We will wait until they have all arrived, and have almost concluded their meeting. It is best to let the frog boil in the well, is it not? My father, Kitsune bless him, is old, and a bit out of practice-of course, this is not his fault, being so busy with other matters. When the time is right, I will handle them.”

“Hime, taking on all of them alone, even for-”

“Hiro.” She cooed sweetly, but with just the slightest hint of something beneath the surface.

“As you command, Hime.”

As suddenly as they had arrived, the two foxes seemed to have disappeared, and she stepped out back into the streets to continue her search for treats as she awaited the appointed time humming an ancient Fyadoran tune, although these were just appetizers to what she really hungered for.

I cannot wait for the real feast to begin.

 

[Orina Emberkin]

@Aramaeus Lemon

Orina looked pointedly at Aramaeus as he continued with his lie, smile hovering on her lips. She quirked a brow at his change of subject. "Oh, I've traveled for my work over the years and have sampled quite a bit of what various cultures have to offer, including that of Fyador. You'd be surprised what you can learn from open cultural exchange." Pulling the book that had caught the todd's interest from the shelf, she tilted her head towards the register.

"How about this, Antony of the Ministry of Commerce: I buy this book for you and introduce you to a few of my friends I will be meeting for lunch. If we all take a liking to each other, I can get you into some of the exclusive rooms at the event tonight. Perhaps you can make some connections that will provide you with opportunities to get further up in Commerce than accounting."

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@Mileya Ryalor

"It seeming hard, having a mother who was so important but not having many memories of her." Asta followed along behind Mileya once more in the song, ending her harmony as she once more began to memorize the notes the vixen played. "Daniil also having a hard time, it seems. I knowing places in the city named after Vaelora, but to you and Daniil, she was just your mother. Caden, too, with his mother being important beast, but he not remembering everything about her, or remembering different things than what other beasts think of her."

Asta paused, looking away across the open square as she thought. "I not remembering much of my mother, either. I remembering her being sick and sad, I remembering her music and the feeling of her, being close and warm and safe." She shook her head and blinked away wetness in her eyes. "What I knowing mostly from stories my father telling. I wishing sometimes I had siblings like you. You and Daniil and your brother having each other through everything, ja?"

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@Daniil Ryalor

Caden held the todd close, hoping to convey as much comfort and reassurance as possible through the embrace. "It's a lot, being a Ryalor. It makes sense you're tired, Daniil. I would be, too." He stroked a paw over top Daniil's head and down his neck in a soothing pat. "You don't have to figure it out right now, but maybe there's another role you could play in your family. If the one you've chosen weighs so heavily on you...perhaps there is some other way you can protect your family without needing to take a life for duty and honor."

 

[FinnianBrightfur]

Risk was always a tempting word to the young gecko, so often did it come paw in paw with reward, but she was careful not to leap too swiftly into the scheme. She'd watched enough elders discussing terms to shady deals in back alleys and alcoves to know that eagerness was seen as foolishness. Still, that frosting looked good.

"We might be interested," Cricket replied to the young feline, nudging Finnian in a friendly manner, "mightn't we, Finn? But we're gonna want some details, right? What's your plan that's so risky?"

Finn clutched his kimono... robe... thing... a little more closely around his torso. Gates, it was hard to believe the warriors wore this kind of thing. It felt so... so drafty!

Alwyn was right about one thing though. No one had made a big deal about it. As long as he just... ...played it cool.

"Y'think there's 500 gilders in it for us?" he asked playfully, a wry grin spreading across his muzzle. But Finn wasn't about to dangle inside jokes over the little kitten's head. It was a wonderful feeling to be on the inside of something... But terrible to be excluded.

"Cricket and I got the wool pulled over our eyes once!" he said, nudging the gecko at his side. "Infinite cupcakes is... Teeempting! I can think of at least one use. But that's a lot of cupcakes! I don't think they exist! Finn, by the way!"

@Cricket
@Mariel Rustyfangs

 

[Mariel Rustyfangs]

The kitten hid her displeasure with a grin while introducing herself back to the fox kit. "Mariel." Then she turned more towards the hatchling, being more comfortable talking while looking at them. "Soooo, you know how they're giving all those cupcakes for free right? But that means they had to prepare and store them somewhere... And it juuust so happens I saw the place. A lot of beasts go in and out to grab more those delicious treats to give out." She flashed her growing fangs.

Then after closing the distance to the two she pointed at Finnian. "You will be perfect to speak with the guard there. I assume a fox would bother to help a kit of their own kind." She herself doubted it, from what she was told about foxes and males alike, but maybe they weren't as bad to one another? That was her hope. "And with that fella taken care of? We can sneak through the window, and get s'many cupcakes as we want." She raised her paw in a prideful stance, for it really was a flawless plan in her mind.

@Cricket @FinnianBrightfur

 

[Aramaeus Lemon]

'Gates 'Gates 'Gates 'Gates 'Gates! This was bad. Any conversation with beasts from the Ministry of Commerce would probably out Aramaeus. Could he decline? No, he was in too deep now. Oh 'Gates...

He leaned in and lowered his voice, trying to keep it down. "Please forgive me," he requested, "but, well, not everything I said before was accurate. I am not with the Ministry of Commerce. I am with a Ministry, I simply would prefer not to say which one. I'm truly flattered by the invitation, and more than a little intrigued, but, well, I'm worried that attending would negatively impact my career right at a promising moment. I hope you can understand my concern." There, that was generic enough to not draw suspicion, right?

~~~

As Mileya listened, her fingers started to slow, turning over more and more of the notes to Asta. The jill was picking up the tune rapidly, far quicker than Mileya ever had. The vixen's eyes started to water, whether at being so well understood by Asta or from sympathy with the jill's own pain, she couldn't quite say.

She nodded slowly, confirming Asta's conjecture. "We did," she agreed. "After Mother died, we tried setting off together to get back to Eastisle. We were lucky we stowed away on the Hide, and they were willing to take us back. For a while, it seemed as if we were all we had left. Then we got back to my uncle, and he married my aunt, and they started having our cousins. After that, everything was about them." She gave a small shrug as she plucked a few notes here and there. "It was fine, for the most part. They're pretty nice on the whole, if you don't include my cousin Ana..."

Her voice died away as she stared across the public square. It can't be. Mileya's pawfingers struck a wrong note, the discordance ringing in the air. She can't be here. Uncle said he'd never let her leave Westisle. Does he know she's here? Mileya knew that Anastasia would never hurt the family - but that left both a wide range of beasts she would hurt, and a nearly infinite array of unpleasant ways in which she might impact their lives nonetheless. If she was here, nothing good would come of it.

~~~

Daniil considered Caden's words, turning them over in his head. In truth, Daniil found protecting other beasts to be noble regardless of whom he protected, and when he'd joined the Guard, he'd viewed it as a continuation of that. It wasn't until they were on the streets outside the vulpinsulist bar, and Alwyn and Caden were considering how to execute their prisoners, that Daniil had started to see the unsavory side of that work. Maybe he could find a way to go back to bodyguarding?

"I'll ask Alwyn about it," he promised. "I may not have been a good bodyguard, but I found it fulfilling, to protect someone else, even if it means taking a life. I understand in theory how what... what you and Alwyn were going to do on that street would have accomplished that, but..." He shook his head. "That's just not who I am. I couldn't do that myself."

~~~

Marianna glanced over from a rack of yukata, considering the deep purple color carefully. "Hmm... We could," she allowed, "but with your fur tone, you want something a little bit lighter, and with a little more blue than red in it. Too dark and the contrast becomes overwhelming, and, take it from me, wearing something with too much red in it can work very poorly with our fur. If you want a purple, maybe an indigo, like this." She pulled out a sleeve from amidst the mix, demonstrating. "Match it with a lavender obi and it will really pop."

~~~

Pomodu started at the question about why she was here and not in Amarone. She gave a small laugh as she remarked, "I co'me to see di ho'me o'f heroesu! Di'su city i'su di pu'la'ce da't di lege'du'su roa'm, ze city 'oo'su sutoriesu I heah a'su a ki't. I musutu see myse'fu." She gave a small shrug as she added, "I go to Amaro'ne e-ve-tua-ly. Foh now, I see di'su amazi'ngu city o'f Boulioobaisu." She glanced between them, inquiring, "You ah o'f di city?"

 

[Ivo Suresight]

Ivo considered that combination. He liked purple colour, that was why his dull grey outfits had purple garnishes. But it was always the deeper, darker shade, rarely he did put on bright clothes because well, he was already standing out enough with his fur, there was no need to make himself even more visible, not in his profession.

But that wasn’t outfit he would walk around in for his work. It would be reserved to Marianna and special occasions like this. And well, he already tried so many new things today, and had learnt even more. “Ya know? Me fashion sense ain’t great, ya can prolly tell seein’ me everyday clothes. Sure, lemmie put ‘em on.”

And after a good moment of experimentation with putting on new clothes of Marianna’s choosing, Ivo left the changing stall brighter than ever. Long gone was the dirty brown scraps of cloth and smeared fur he had as a kit. Now was also gone the bright fur toned with dark clothes. Ivo was now bright in fur, clothes and expression alike.

“I hope ya can stand me bein’ a lantern.” He chuckled, spreading his arms to fully show off the outfit.

 

[Orina Emberkin]

@Aramaeus Lemon

Orina reached out a paw and clapped it on the golden fox's shoulder. Her grip was friendly yet firm. She adopted a serious tone despite her inner mirth. "I can understand, certainly. I think you may misunderstand the nature of the gathering I've invited you to. This is not some smoky den of debauchery and corruption. It is the kind of event where careers are made, Antony." She released his shoulder and shook her head. "Do you think, as Vice Minister of the Ministry of Niceties, I would partake of anything where careers and reputations would be tarnished?"

She certainly would, but she suspected the todd was not bright enough to realize that.

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@Mileya Ryalor

Asta paused and frowned as the discordant note rang out. She lifted her paw from the strings and looked over at Mileya. The sudden change in demeanor, and the expression on the vixen's face raised Asta's alertness. She followed Mileya's gaze into the crowd, trying to identify what--or who--she was looking at.

"Is everything ok?" she asked. While she hoped their day would be without incident, Asta knew the city could be dangerous. The amount of times Caden and Daniil ended up injured after an outing was fairly concerning, and she realized she felt vulnerable suddenly without her adoptive father with her.

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@Daniil Ryalor

Caden pulled back in the embrace enough to meet Daniil's gaze. "You're right, it's not who you are. And that's one of the many many things I love about you, Daniil. You're too good for this city, too good for me, even, but somehow you put up with me. You deserve to have a life where you don't have to compromise yourself." He hugged the fox tightly again. "You deserve to be happy."

'Gates. For as complicated as his feelings for the todd were, Caden meant it. That was at least one clear through line in his relationship with Daniil. He held onto it every day, and tried to live by the standard of making the todd's life a happier, more fulfilled one.

 

[Marianna Furotazzi]

Marianna beamed as Ivo exited the changing room, and she stepped forward to kiss him lightly before slipping her arms around him in an embrace. "You look wonderful," she assured him. "I know it's not your normal color, but thank you for trusting me on this. If you really want the aubergine, we can get that instead, or get both of them if you'd like. You've splurged on me; let me treat you in turn." Tha-thump, tha-thump.

Yep, I have it bad for him. Kitsune help us.

~~~

Aramaeus's eyes widened, and he blushed nearly to the tips of his ears as he realized he'd misunderstood the invitation entirely. "Oh. Ohhhhhhh." Where was an earthquake to swallow him whole when he needed one? "I see. I apologize, Vice Minister, for interpreting your invitation as something untoward." He gave her a small bow, then a correction. "I'm afraid my name is not Antony, my lady. I am Aramaeus Lemon, of the Ministry of Justice, at your humble service." He made certain to pronounce his last name in the Aklamarian style, lest any mispronunciations arise from it.

~~~

Mileya sat stock still for a moment, staring at the vixen. 'Gates, it really was her. "That's my cousin," she whispered. "Anastasia. She... she's not supposed to be here. I didn't think Aunt Dusk and Uncle Talinn would ever let her come here." The fear registered clearly in her voice; her fingers bunched up the skirt of her kimono in her paw, a tremble running through her arm.

~~~

Daniil shook his head at Caden's words, his arms holding Caden tightly in his embrace. "The only thing I can't agree with you on," he murmured, "is that I'm too good for you. You've been so good to me, so good for me. Before you, I was aimless. I didn't have a purpose in life for myself; I was only living for everyone else. Now, with you, I can be happy for myself. I am happy for myself."

 

[Ivo Suresight]

Taking Marianna into his arms and paws, making her sink into the indigo and lavender material of his new outfit. Then taking a look at the nearby mirror. There was a combination of two things Ivo thought about while taking his new look. Firstly, while the outfit wasn't really his style, it did make him look regal. He stood out a lot now, and for someone who spent his life mostly hiding, only having grand but shady reputation as an information broker, he wasn't used to it, but he kind of liked it. Secondly however, he loved seeing Marianna in his arms from this perspective. He took a second to memorise this sight to later sketch it for her.

To answer her, which he did with a sincere smile, his tail was wagging slowly at the idea he had. "If ya insist... I wanna keep that one fer special occasions. I wanna one in me usual colours... and one matchin' with ya!" He felt a bit weird making request, but he was very sincere in his desires with her, as per usual.

And he moved a few steps with her to the racks with all the possible shades and types of Westisle outfits possible. "I ain't gonna be happy with ya just spendin' gilders on meself. I need t' look me best with ye for that trip to tha Westisle after all." He finished with a roguish wink.

 

[Cricket]

An amused snort escaped Cricket at the mention of the money and their ill-fated meeting. As chaotic as it had been, it had inevitably proven worth it in the getting to know Finn. Not that she would admit as much out loud, of course, and certainly not in public. She nudged the fox back, offering Mariel no formal introduction now that Finn had done the job for her.

Mariel’s point was solid, as far as the crested gecko was concerned: cupcakes needed baking and at this scale they were bound to be somewhere. A heist on them was ambitious, especially so off the cuff, but what was a celebration like this even for if not for a little risk-taking? Cupcakes were tasty and with Finn out front she supposed it would also be the safest place for him. After the fire her stomach lurched at the thought of putting him in danger.

Tapping her chin with her tail in thought, Cricket pondered. “So you’re suggestin’ Finn here serves as distraction while we grab what we can? A pawful’ve cupcakes don’t seem like much ‘less we got something to carry ‘em in instead. Any ideas?”

 

[Orina Emberkin]

@Aramaeus Lemon

"Aramaeus, then. Of the Ministry of Justice. It's good we can be honest with each other." Orina chuckled. "Justice, though. If you want, I can introduce you to somebeasts not far from the top of that Ministry if you attend the party. Impress the right beasts there and you'll be sure to see that career advancement you're looking for."

She tilted her head towards the register. "But I do have a lunch date to get to. You're welcome to join if you'd like." Lifting the book, she asked, "And did you want this? I'll pick it up for you if so."

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@Mileya Ryalor

Asta felt the chill of fear tracking down her spine at Mileya's reaction, sending her hackles to rising. She put a paw on Mileya's arm, as much for her own comfort as the vixen's. "Should we go before she seeing us?"

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@Daniil Ryalor

But would you be happy if you knew? Caden could not stop the thought from settling into his mind and sticking there, its threads slowly spreading into the comfort he felt in holding Daniil close. He tried to will it away, but it wouldn't budge. He needed a distraction.

"I'm so glad, Daniil," he murmured, then kissed the todd with enough gentle passion to press him into the back of the food stall.

An old, portly vixen wearing a stained apron exited the back of the stall, lighting a cigarette. She laughed. "Well aren't you two cute."

 

[Marianna Furotazzi]

Marianna's eyes brightened first at the agreement to three outfits, then at the confirmation of a trip to Westisle. Her eyes widened, staring at him in shock. "You're serious?" she asked, almost in disbelief, swiftly replaced by excitement. "Oh, you have no idea how much I'd love that! Oh, once we have the Family in a better position, I can't wait to take some time off together, go off and see the sights, relax... and get some quality alone time," she teased as well with a coy smile.

"Now," she continued, "let's get you those outfits - and I'd like to treat you to maybe some traditional paintbrushes and ink too, if you're interested," she added. Her voice softened as she explained, "Your art is so incredible, and I'd love to encourage you to keep doing it, not just for the business, but for your own enjoyment."

~~~

Aramaeus couldn't quite keep the eager gleam from his eyes as Orina offered him everything he'd ever wanted: access, respect, and more. If he could just get in the room with the right people, he was sure he could impress them. His eyes traveled to the book, considering whether or not to feign disinterest. "I appreciate the offer," he remarked, "but I can certainly purchase it for myself. You have been more than generous with me already, Vice Minister."

~~~

Mileya looked to Asta, the fear clear in her eyes, then glanced down to the koto. "If you don't mind," she quietly replied, "I'd appreciate it. I don't think I have the capacity to deal with her right now, awful as that is to say about family. I'll help you pack up and carry the koto too," she confirmed.

~~~

Daniil was so absorbed in the kiss that he didn't hear the vixen approaching. He started at the chuckle, pulling back and blushing in mortification at being caught before it registered that it was a compliment. "Oh... Thank you," he managed, still blushing to the tip of his ears. "I'm so sorry, we didn't mean to disturb you."

 

[Ivo Suresight]

Ivo considered the offer, he wasn't per se an artist in a typical manner, he was doing maps and sketches true but... he never seen them as true art. More as attempts at it or way to memorise things, or glimpses into what he could do if his life went differently. "Yer too kind love. Am no artist, 'sides, I jus' work with pen, pencil and paper. Grew with coal so its' improvement already." He did consider for a moment however his grand idea that was now fully conceptualising before his eyes. With that, his sighed and shook his head. "But I wanna try. Fer ya. 'Sides I have yet t' draw ya in 'nough ways t' have each inch of ye memorised." He brushed his fingers through her tail teasingly.

After a while however, as the two were now dealing with the newly bought clothing, Ivo spoke more sombrely "I genuinely will tell ya. Am likin' it all. Architecture, art, maps n' whatnot. Maybe, I shudda focus more on this really. After all, I can't jus' do this me whole life. I dun think I wanna do this whole life... Not now I've got somethin' to lose."

 

[FinnianBrightfur]

"Soooo, you know how they're giving all those cupcakes for free right? But that means they had to prepare and store them somewhere... And it juuust so happens I saw the place. A lot of beasts go in and out to grab more those delicious treats to give out."

Then after closing the distance to the two she pointed at Finnian. "You will be perfect to speak with the guard there. I assume a fox would bother to help a kit of their own kind. And with that fella taken care of? We can sneak through the window, and get s'many cupcakes as we want."

Finn swished his tail idly behind him as he listened to the kitten's scheme. His... err... ulterior motives rested uneasily on him. It would be marvelous to bean Alwyn right in the muzzle with a pink frosted cupcake... but stealing? Finn was conflicted! That's when a foxish little devil appeared on one shoulder.

Is it stealing if they're free? asked Niffy, deviously resting his chin on his paw.

Ah! No, of course not! Finn thought to himself, a wicked grin spreading on his muzzle.

If it's not stealing... asked his better half, suddenly appearing on the other shoulder. ...then why do you have to sneak in? And what would Kaii say about you hazing Alwyn?

Finn panicked at the moral conundrum, and waved his paws over both shoulders before he could be reasoned out of a good time. His kimono tugged loose from his belt, and the fox hastily straightened the rumples out. "UGH!! How does anyone wear these things!?"

“So you’re suggestin’ Finn here serves as distraction while we grab what we can? A pawful’ve cupcakes don’t seem like much ‘less we got something to carry ‘em in instead. Any ideas?”

The foxkit let out a little huff, before looking around the market square. There had to be a bucket or something nearby. Or a... ...oh! Over against the wall of a building lay a bunting, coiled up. Evidently, one end had come loose, leaving the rope and flags lying in the street. Some beast had half tidied it up, and left the other end attached to the building.

"Awwh yeah! I bet we could use this! We can... we can use it like a pully. Tie the flags up into little bags, load the cupcakes into them, and haul it out a window into the alley! Hey, Cricket! Can you climb up and untie the other end of the rope?" he asked, pointing up the building. It was only one story up, an easy climb.

@Cricket
@Mariel Rustyfangs

 

[Kal Goldtail]

@Tal'Rakan

Kal noted the dissatisfaction at her previous reply, as such she just nodded and dropped the topic. Which was easy, given that Tal'Rakan provided a new direction for conversation. An... interesting one. "Of course, we can move towards food stalls over there." She indicated the direction with her head and started moving. "Uh, well, I'm not sure what you mean, but usually food is not free, and, well, exotic, so to speak, food and clothing, is rather expensive, yes." She nervously tried to answer to the best of her ability.

 

[Tal'Rakan]

@Kal Goldtail

The massive lynx raised his eyebrows in visible shock. He was now indeed at the top of society, paying for all of his luxuries, but he still remembered his kittenhood. His home village where money was a foreign concept, where all the families shared what they had because it all was created by the Phoenixes for them to survive and shape the world for them.

Shaking off his amazement, he pulled out a single coin made of pure silver, one size of the palm of his paw. "I see. I will let you choose whatever you wish to eat then as well. Know that amonkh children of Phoenixes, khoods peelonkh to all and wealthy khive their part to sustain the poor. After all, no peeinkh under their winkhs should know." He didn't just want to show-off. As a former serf, he knew much about how important alms were to the most.

He then followed her to the stall and ordered the food that, after asking for it, he was told contained rice, fish, seafood and vegetable. The name was quite pronounceable to him, sushi, so he repeated it a few times while waiting for the vixen to get her food, still holding that coin in paw.

All while the one who followed them ordered herself some soup and noodles from a nearby stall and sat a bit on the side, seemingly casual yet for sure moving her ears to hear what they had to say.

 

[Kerney Erdősi]

@Kaii Nashirou @Pomodu lu Modokunomulo

Kerney grinned widely at the question, a sense of pride swelling inside of him. City of legends indeed! He knew a few himself, especially in the Central district where there seemed to be a tavern or pub every second building. He liked to think that his misadventures from years ago lived on in words exchanged between drunken beasts. Though, he supposed those were a different kind of legend than what the Princess was on about.

"Certainly am. Bully Harbour's raised me," the squirrel said, pointing his thumb at himself. "Though it's not often I come around this deep into the Trenches. More work for me further up into the Slups. Joining the Navy soon, though..."

He trailed off, thinking something to himself. These were high-class beasts... Maybe talking about his "professional" life wasn't exactly the move here. He cleared his throat and turned to the marbled one. "What about you? Are ye from around these parts, or just visiting?"

 

[Kaii Nashirou]

Kaii looked between the two, before letting out a sigh. "I was born an spent early kithood here. Though I lived most of my life in Maquisty Cape. I came back here this year to what was left of my house and to find a better future. While I may know less of heroes, safe for maybe those we revere from the war, this is the city where most of everything in the Imperium happens. It would be foolish not to take such opportunities." He allowed for a small pause, leading to a slightly quieter admission. "As for now, I work as an ship engineer on the Golden Hide."

Before continuing the discussion, Kaii had an idea that could speak to both beasts alike. He gently gestured them to follow, as he directed himself towards the Imperial Docks. "Speaking of heroes however, what kind do you think of? Any specific names or stories around them that come to your minds?"

@Kerney Erdősi @Pomodu lu Modokunomulo

 

[Kal Goldtail]

@Tal'Rakan

"Oh my, that is not necessary..." Kal flashed her best polite no, while obviously being stoked to be treated to some quality food. She seated herself with quite weird-looking arrangement of relatively common ingredients, and looked to her companion. "If you don't mind, sir, how does it work that your rich sustain the poor? Is it a form of work, as in, for labor beasts can get food and shelter from the wealthy?" She decided to continue the topic as they ate. Kal has actually never seen chopsticks before, as such, she opted to stab the food with it like a skewer and eat that way, to visible annoyance of the stall keeper.