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Re: Festival of Springtime Blooms (Occam, Garb, Tass, Copper)
At the aid station, a fairly young dryad seemed to be attending to people, garbed in a flowing white dress and wearing upon her head a small cap with a red cross upon it that sat slightly askew, as if she weren't used to concepts such as hats. She was finishing up with tying a bandage around someone else when Keti arrived and looked at him puzzled for a moment before reading the slate and frowning. "I'm... not really sure how I could..." she admitted in a timid, soft voice.
She made her way to the edge of the dancing crowd and cleared her throat. "Um... excuse me..." she said feebly, unsurprisingly it got no response from the dancers...
---
Meanwhile, the group trying to make their way through, despite their best efforts, attracted attention and invitations.
Somehow, Violet's projection of a bad mood only seemed to get her attention, it seemed every other male she passed wanted to try and cheer her up and naturally, they felt that dancing with them was the best way to go about this. As she rejected them out of hand, even a few girls tried their hand, figuring perhaps they were more to Violet's taste. Progress was slow and hands were quick to rub up against her, in the press of the crowd it was difficult for her to tell who was pawing at her but there was clearly more responsible party. It was due to her turning to try and knock such touches away as well as finding the source, that she managed to walk straight into someone soft.
"Oh, hello there~" came a friendly and slightly suggestive voice. As Violet's attention was redirected forwards, she realised she had walked into what could only be a nymph. She had moderately short hair, falling down to about her neck in what could best be described as an autumn colour, finding itself somewhere between gold, red and even with a slight hunt of a light purple. Her skin had a similar, golden shine to it and was certainly plentiful for the nymph's garb covered little more than what was considered indecent to reveal, overlapping black strips of cloth covering her bust while a matching short skirt covered her hips. The cloth itself felt soft and flexible, definitely quality material and Violet knew this because one of her hands had ended up pressing into the nymph's bust as she had tried to shove her way through the crowd.
As she pieced together what had happened, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, or rather, they wrapped past her; curling around the nymph before her as she felt a body press up against her. "Mm, have you found something you like, sister?" came a male voice, a quick glance backwards revealed what could only be another nymph, the similar in their features was obvious, although his hair was both longer and appeared to have been dyed a bright blue colour; even at a glance she could tell it was a dye, it lacked the natural shading of a real colour. The male nymph was also naked to the waist, although his legs were covered by a pair of long pants.
Before she'd quite worked out what had happened, the pair were slowly dancing, with Violet sandwiched between them. And no doubt this was attracting a deal of envy at that, given the pair she was between.
---
Not far from this, Atair and Drago were having their own difficulties. At the very least, between his injury and sour expression, Drago was experiencing none of the problems Violet was; getting people to shift out of that way was a difficult process, but at least those who finally did notice him weren't to keen to bother him.
Atair was having much less luck. The feline youth was just too noticeable in a crowd, and this sort of festival wasn't the sort to draw in much of his race making him stand out all the more-so.
"Hey there kitty, wanna play?" came the playful voice of a blonde elf, swaying with the music beside him. Even as he glanced at her he saw she stood out amongst elves, garbed in an enticing outfit of blue, made up to resemble leaves she was a thing of beauty that sorely tempted the nekomata; if he didn't already have something important to do...
As he attempted to pass her by, another voice called out to him, a more serious voice, although no less seductive "Perhaps I'm more to your tastes?" He found himself doing a double take for as he look forwards... it took him a moment to piece together it must be a sister, for the brown-haired elf before him was nearly identical, other than her darker shade of hair, slightly different in style too as bangs framed her face, although both were elves had wore it in a ponytail. Her outfit was green, although it appeared to be identical in design, enough so that Atair guessed they might even share the same measurements or near enough to.
As he once again tried to move on, a third voice added to the mix, playful and innocent sounding, "Aww, he wants to play with me~". Atair could barely believe it when slightly before him stood a third matching elf, this one with short dark hair and a red outfit, bouncing slightly on her heels.
What were the odds? Honestly...
At the aid station, a fairly young dryad seemed to be attending to people, garbed in a flowing white dress and wearing upon her head a small cap with a red cross upon it that sat slightly askew, as if she weren't used to concepts such as hats. She was finishing up with tying a bandage around someone else when Keti arrived and looked at him puzzled for a moment before reading the slate and frowning. "I'm... not really sure how I could..." she admitted in a timid, soft voice.
She made her way to the edge of the dancing crowd and cleared her throat. "Um... excuse me..." she said feebly, unsurprisingly it got no response from the dancers...
---
Meanwhile, the group trying to make their way through, despite their best efforts, attracted attention and invitations.
Somehow, Violet's projection of a bad mood only seemed to get her attention, it seemed every other male she passed wanted to try and cheer her up and naturally, they felt that dancing with them was the best way to go about this. As she rejected them out of hand, even a few girls tried their hand, figuring perhaps they were more to Violet's taste. Progress was slow and hands were quick to rub up against her, in the press of the crowd it was difficult for her to tell who was pawing at her but there was clearly more responsible party. It was due to her turning to try and knock such touches away as well as finding the source, that she managed to walk straight into someone soft.
"Oh, hello there~" came a friendly and slightly suggestive voice. As Violet's attention was redirected forwards, she realised she had walked into what could only be a nymph. She had moderately short hair, falling down to about her neck in what could best be described as an autumn colour, finding itself somewhere between gold, red and even with a slight hunt of a light purple. Her skin had a similar, golden shine to it and was certainly plentiful for the nymph's garb covered little more than what was considered indecent to reveal, overlapping black strips of cloth covering her bust while a matching short skirt covered her hips. The cloth itself felt soft and flexible, definitely quality material and Violet knew this because one of her hands had ended up pressing into the nymph's bust as she had tried to shove her way through the crowd.
As she pieced together what had happened, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, or rather, they wrapped past her; curling around the nymph before her as she felt a body press up against her. "Mm, have you found something you like, sister?" came a male voice, a quick glance backwards revealed what could only be another nymph, the similar in their features was obvious, although his hair was both longer and appeared to have been dyed a bright blue colour; even at a glance she could tell it was a dye, it lacked the natural shading of a real colour. The male nymph was also naked to the waist, although his legs were covered by a pair of long pants.
Before she'd quite worked out what had happened, the pair were slowly dancing, with Violet sandwiched between them. And no doubt this was attracting a deal of envy at that, given the pair she was between.
---
Not far from this, Atair and Drago were having their own difficulties. At the very least, between his injury and sour expression, Drago was experiencing none of the problems Violet was; getting people to shift out of that way was a difficult process, but at least those who finally did notice him weren't to keen to bother him.
Atair was having much less luck. The feline youth was just too noticeable in a crowd, and this sort of festival wasn't the sort to draw in much of his race making him stand out all the more-so.
"Hey there kitty, wanna play?" came the playful voice of a blonde elf, swaying with the music beside him. Even as he glanced at her he saw she stood out amongst elves, garbed in an enticing outfit of blue, made up to resemble leaves she was a thing of beauty that sorely tempted the nekomata; if he didn't already have something important to do...
As he attempted to pass her by, another voice called out to him, a more serious voice, although no less seductive "Perhaps I'm more to your tastes?" He found himself doing a double take for as he look forwards... it took him a moment to piece together it must be a sister, for the brown-haired elf before him was nearly identical, other than her darker shade of hair, slightly different in style too as bangs framed her face, although both were elves had wore it in a ponytail. Her outfit was green, although it appeared to be identical in design, enough so that Atair guessed they might even share the same measurements or near enough to.
As he once again tried to move on, a third voice added to the mix, playful and innocent sounding, "Aww, he wants to play with me~". Atair could barely believe it when slightly before him stood a third matching elf, this one with short dark hair and a red outfit, bouncing slightly on her heels.
What were the odds? Honestly...