||{Festival Acquaintances}|| ::[Misto/Sky]::

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] The festival was underway- the streets were strung with lanterns that promised to flood the evening with their brilliant luminance like a hundred stars brought to earth. Everywhere there was a feeling of mutual joy and excitement. Misto longed to celebrate with whomever asked him to. He couldn’t help but smile in the presence of the cats he encountered; their happiness was contagious. He walked the streets of the North Quarter, assuming it would look much better in this section of the city (the castle was located here, after all) rather than the poor Southern Quarter where he lived. He was busily examining all the decorations in sight with kit-like wonder and majesty twinkling in his dark amber eyes despite his young-adult age. When he deemed he spent too much time idly strolling the streets to look at the ornaments, he decided to slip away into the sector’s tavern. Inside, Misto was welcomed with the same enthusiasm he felt ebbing form the cats outdoors. Everyone seemed to be buzzing with new life thanks to the festivities. Smiling, the tuxedo tom strolled up to the bar, ordered a drink and looked around the tavern, hoping he might see a familiar face in the crowds sitting around tables and chatting excitably about the celebrations. The tavern keeper placed Misto’s mug of ale on the counter behind him with a ‘clink’. Misto’s ears perked at the sound and he took the glass’s handle in his paw and began to sip it idly as he continued to watch the throngs of cats. Though Misto was friendly, he had few friends. He wished he could share laughs and smiles with someone during this rousing time but alas, he was alone. With a sigh, he turned away from the commotion and faced the bar once more, putting his cup to his lips and taking swigs of his drink here and there.

[Fox]

Sky was having he time of her life just strolling through the streets, which were decorated with paw crafted lanterns, and the unsteady glow of twilight. As the sun had set, it had transformed the festival into a whole different event. She just couldn't stop smiling.

As Sky came across the tavern, she listened closely to what she might hear; which was laughter, singing, and some shout outs. Suddenly, she realized that she hadn't been in the tavern since the festival started, so she walked in, surprised to see that even the tavern was in a festive mood.

Even inside, there were a few lanterns decorating the ceiling, most of them in the shape of ale bottles. Sky purred in amusement. She looked around for a place to sit and enjoy a nice, cold ale. The only place open was one near a black and white tom, he looked happy, though alone. So she decided to join him, " One ale please" she told the cat at the counter.
" So, you must be Misto am i right?" she turned to the , as much as she didn't want to admit, quite handsome tom.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto looked up from his glass when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps behind him. He twitched his ears and tried to sneak a peek at the newcomer out of the corner of his eye but it wasn’t until she sat down next to him and ordered a drink that he was actually able to see her. Misto was surprised by her familiarity with him- he was just a lowly fortuneteller; honestly, who really cared who he was? He had never met this she-cat before and he couldn’t help but wonder how she seemed to know him. Despite his puzzled astonishment however, he was flattered and couldn’t help but smile at her warmly. He put his drink to his lips, sipped it, and purred, “yes- thank you kindly, my dear.” He licked his lips, tasting any lingering alcohol that soaked into the fur around his muzzle and then cast a brilliant amber gaze in the she-cat’s direction. He tilted his head ever so slightly and the depths of his eyes caught the light streaming through the bottles strung upon the ceiling just right- they glowed with a fiery-colored tinge in the gleaming light. “I’m afraid that you may challenge my business, dear.” Misto grinned and chuckled softly, “that was impressive. But I fear I am not yet an acquaintance of yours and have not yet been graced with your name.” He took another sip of his ale and put it down on the table rather quickly as a thought popped into his head. He swallowed and in a rush (paws flailing and all) he mewed, “no, no, no! Wait, let me try to guess and regain myself. I am a fortune teller after all.” Misto secretly knew that being ‘physic’ and ‘fortune telling’ weren’t exactly the same thing. His line of work required no real special abilities- he just had to read a line of cards and tell customers what they meant. He didn’t really need to know the cats he read for- it helped- but it wasn’t necessary. Being physic on the other paw WAS a special ability. You knew things that you couldn’t have possibly known. It was rare but to Misto, it seemed more real and accurate than everyday fortune telling. Luckily for the black and white tomcat, he had a faint trace of physic blood flowing in his veins. He had recently discovered his ability to read minds and he carefully honed his budding talent on the she-cat in front of him. He closed his ears and placed the tips of his paws to his temples and his face softened, like he was in some sort of deep meditative trance. He wasn’t able to hold the spell for very long yet and being a dabble chaw; he was easily tired from using magic. The mind-reading ability required less stamina than his illusion spell but all the same, it only took a minute for Misto to receive her name and break the trance before feeling too worn out or tired from the after effects of exerting his magic on his body. He smiled a friendly smile at her, the twinkle in his eye still gleaming, and turned to face the bar again. He took one last sip of his drink and purred, “pleasure to meet you, Sky Starlock.” He placed the glass on the counter and shoved it away for the barkeeper to take away. He turned his attention back to her and grinned. “So, how about this festival?”

[Fox]

Sky smiled, she sipped her drink and examined the tom, her friend had described him exactly of how he really looked. " My pleasure Misto." She smiled once again turned her head fully two him, her two gold hoop ear-rings spinning as she did.

She swiped a paw over her ears, a little pleased that he noticed her..kind of. She sipped her ale while she listened to him. " You have quiet a knowledge of words, and my name is-- " She broke of as he interrupted her, she laughed," Go ahead then, try to. I wish you luck." She teased, though she focused her name in her head.

She smiled as his turned from tension like concentration to a deep peaceful look. Her mouth fell open as he said her name, " ...wow! You really are a fortune teller!" she exclaimed, though looked a little embarrassed after her exclamation. She finished her drink and put it onto the table, shoving it slightly to the keeper. She smiled at Misto," Why not? It's a whole different lace at night..." she smiled and blushed ever sp slightly.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto grinned and smoothly slid off his seat and stepped lightly onto the wooden tavern floor. He fixed his amber gaze upon the she-cat sitting at the bar before him and flashed her a playful grin before falling into a deep gentlemanly bow with one paw resting against his white chest and his free paw reaching out for hers. “Well then, my lovely lady,” he said in an extravagant, sweeping sort of voice and looked up at her with a fun-loving smile. “Would you please to me the honor of escorting me to tonight’s festivities? I would be ever so delighted to walk amongst our fellow companions with a cat as pretty as yourself.” He winked cutely and stood up straighter, but still held his paw out for her to take with a smirk stretched across his expression. Misto wasn’t one to think about ‘falling in love and living happily ever after’ often. Though he wished that someday he could have a family, he cherished his youth and freedom and didn’t wish to be saddled down just yet. He delighted in having fun and going on adventures and playing his violin for anyone who would be interested in listening to him. He couldn’t help himself from gently flirting with Sky- the night was young, the festival beckoned them, and she seemed to be interested in sharing the evening with him. He would like nothing more than to go to the festival to her and have fun- it is what he currently lived for. Maybe they could even become friends. He couldn’t have asked for anything more. He stood there with his paw extended, whiskers and tail twitching with excited anticipation, as he waited for her to decided the course of their nightly endeavors.

[Fox]

Sky smiled and flicked her ear. This cat, Misto the fortune teller, seemed kind, and, as far as Sky knew, he's fun to be around. As he slid of the seat, and offered his paw to escort her, she decided to have just a little bit of fun.

Sky hadn't been thinking about settling down often, though somehow this tom reminded her that she was young, so why not have some fun?Suddenly she almost laughed, why not enjoy this evening with this peculiar tom? Any way, the festival was wonderful during the night. She'd like to be friends with this tom.

Sky smirked and took his paw, " Why not? Come on then." She smiled.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] He took her paw in his own and with a delighted grin he meowed, “’right, let’s go!” Pulling her excitedly alongside him, Misto made a dash for the door and stepped out into the now cool evening air. The sky above the two cats was dark and sparkled with millions of stars. Overhead, the lanterns that were strung decoratively about the road glowed with brilliant firelight and though this specter made it difficult to see the winking stars in the sky, Misto couldn’t think of a more breath-taking nighttime sight. He stood outside of the doorway with Sky at his side he looked at her with a friendly, warm gaze and pointed at the lanterns. “Look there!” He said in an awestruck sort of whisper, “have you ever seen something so simple, yet so lovely? The cats that designed those must be quite clever. I am humbled to walk the streets with such genius lurking inconspicuously about.” He wanted to shake the paws of the cats that took the time to plan for this event and make it so memorable to everyone. He greatly appreciated the artistic eye and effort and he couldn’t think of a better way to express the joy he felt than celebrating and enjoying the fun with a friend. He looked to the she-cat beside him and smiled, “come on, Sky Starlock, my lady of this magical night, let us go delight in the splendors of the evening and celebrate this momentous occasion with a merry activity or two.” He turned in the direction of the festival fields and hurried through the darkened streets that were illuminated every few feet on each side by the gleaming lanterns. In the black of the nighttime the fiery glow was simply astounding and created a mystical and romantic mood. Misto was so entranced by the beauty of the scene that he couldn’t wait to get to the festival and let out the energy that the ceremony bestowed upon him. After rushing eagerly through the streets, the festival fields quickly came into view. Misto panted slightly as he halted in front of the welcoming archway that marked the entrance to the jovial gathering. He let go of Sky’s paw and placed them on his thighs as he hunch and caught his breath for a few seconds. He looked up to her and asked in a breathless tone, with the familiar twinkle in his eyes, “so where would you like to go first?” He recovered quickly from his jog and straightened animatedly. Over the laughter and busy conversations behind him, the tuxedo tom heard the sound of bottles being knocked to the ground and he couldn’t help wishing he could give that a try later. He looked at Sky, waiting for her to decided their first event.

[Fox]

Sky giggled as she got dragged to the door, though she could keep up. Misto was certainly a gentleman and a kind cat, the sight outside was breath taking. The stars twinkled down on them, and the lanterns cast glow y shadows onto Misto's face.

Sky grinned," They are beautiful aren't they?" She gasped. She didn't want to tell him just yet, that she had helped crafted some of them , and she was secretly proud that he liked them." I am honored too..." she said thoughtfully. Then she smiled, " Why ever not Misto the fortune teller? I would be honored to celebrate this night, at the festival with you." She said warmly, though she wasn't even a match for Misto's way of language.

She followed Misto through the streets, there were cats everywhere! As they finally came upon the festival Sky was filled with excitement and wonder at the same time. She had already spent one evening at the festival. And it should be twice as wonderful with someone to share it with, especially this tom.

Sky had caught Misto's look at hit the bottles, so she smiled and pretended to think it over. " what about Hit the bottles, and then we can tour the festival and try all sorts of gamws on our way to it's heart." Sky suggested looking warmly at Misto.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto looked to Sky brimming with sheer delight and happiness. He was finally going to get to try ‘hit the bottles’ with someone! As much as he loved the festival and social gatherings, it was much more fun with a friend. He smiled widely and mewed, “Sky Starlock, again your fortune telling prowess has put my own to shame. I was hoping you’d like to give the ‘hit the bottles’ stand a try.” He did an excited hop on his toes and grinned at her as he landed dexterously. He straightened up and motioned for her to follow him. “Alright Sky, let’s go!” He rushed into the crowd, trying to reach the game stand in as little time as possible but not trying to move too quickly and lose Sky. He was sure she could hold her own- she was a huntress after all, but he didn’t want to abandon her and appear uninterested in her company. Around him the lantern’s glows were softened and blurred by his speed. As he moved and weaved through the gathering of cats, the separate lights shining through the night’s darkness became one, turning night into day. Through the yellow light that engulf him, Misto could catch smiling faces, traces of their laughter, the smell of the festival food, and little snippets of shops and stands set up for festival-goers’ entertainment. Misto loved it all- he loved being involved in the warmth of a social gathering. He just felt like he belonged and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw everyone else enjoying themselves. As the two cats reached the ‘hit the bottles’ stand, Misto tensed with anticipation. He couldn’t wait to play the game. He waited in line until a free section of the stand opened up. He looked to the she-cat standing beside him and made a goofy grin as he pointed wildly at the stand before them. He was almost there!

[Fox]

Sky grinned and bowed, joking. " I merely guessed." she said and giggled. Slowly her guarded nature, was slowly ebbing away. Her leaf eyes examining her newly found friend's eyes, he was as excited as she was! She watched as he did a jump, flicked her ear and grinned.

She rushed after her friend, passing smiling or grinning faces and giggling kits.Some smelling of ale, others of the different festival foods. Misto's gray head was visible, luckily, among the other cats'. The festival music rang in her ears as Sky made her way to the stand. Her whiskers quivering with excitement.

As they finally arrived at their destination, Misto's excitement was bubbling, and so way Sky's. As he pointed at the stand with a huge grin on his face, Sky could do nothing and return it.

Then she rolled her eyes, grabbed his paw and pulled him over to the stand, though making sure not to tear his paw off or something. As they were standing in front of it, Sky grinned, " You go first!"

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto followed after Sky and approached the game stand. His brown eyes flickered across the scene as he took in the beauty of it all- he was finally here! The bottles stack behind the counter gleamed in the lantern’s light and he eagerly took the ball the gamekeeper handed to him/ He looked up at the bored-looking tom and cheerfully grinned and meowed, “Thank you so much, sir!” The tom gave the tuxedo tom a funny look and in a gruff voice he grunted, “uh, you’re welcome?” He leaned against the table and said, “now throw that there ball and knock them bottles over- I’ve got customers waiting. You get three chances.” “Sure thing, sir!” Misto said with a bright grin and throwing him an energetic salute. He then fixed his eyes on the bottled and poked his tongue out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on his target. He aimed carefully and silently judged the strength he needed to toss the ball over to the pyramid of bottles. He wrenched his paw backwards and heaved it forward, letting the ball roll off his fingertips and sail through in air in the direction of the bottles. Misto held his breath as he watch the ball propel itself away from him and finally smash into the corner of the pyramid, which made the entire left side of the arrangement collapse to the ground. Misto was beside himself with joy. He made a loud caterwaul and he grabbed Sky’s shoulders and leaped up and down excitedly. “Sky, my dear, did you see the event that just unfolded before our very eyes? Pure magic! Pure fortune! What exhilaration!” He stopped jumping up and down and looked at her with his cheerful, twinkling eyes. “What a pleasant evening! We have two more throws- you simply must give it a go too~ I am dying to see how many you can knock over, fair huntress.” He held her paw and pulled her up to the stand. The gamekeeper handed her a new ball once he fixed the bottles. Misto stood beside her, holding his breath once more. He expected her to knock over more than he could due to her occupation and though he would have been a little disappointed that his achievement wouldn't appear as grand compared to hers, he was able to brush off the envy. It was a game, after all and it was supposed to be fun. Misto smiled encouragingly and cheered her on.

[Fox]

Sky grinned at Misto, who was now so cheerful and enthusiastic; he was glowing! Sky purred and cheered Misto good luck. She barely hold in an eye roll at the guy in charge, he could be a lil' bit nicer to Misto.

Sky cheered, then watched as Misto aimed carefully, the tension building up. " Go Misto!" She cried once more. As he knocked down the whole left side, Sky grew a huge grin onto her face. "Looky at the pro!" She laughed good-heartedly and beamed at Misto.

Sky giggled as Misto garbbed her shoulders in excitement. " You are very fortunate Misto! It's rare to knock over so many bottles, I'm sure you'll get a prize!" Sky grinned as he offered her, her turn. " well, ok! Though the last throw is yours!" Sky smiled at her friend, hopefully her friend.

Sky noticed that Misto was hoping the best foir her throw, though she thought she saw some, tiny little peace of envy in his gae which he was trying to shake away, she smiled to herself and decided to give him another tip when he made his last throw. She aimed carefully, looking through one eye, then the other. She then suddenly threw the ball, hard, and it landed 1 or 2 bottles higher then the middle, knocking over all but one bottles. She beamed. And as she turned to Misto, she whispered in his ear. "Want me to give you a friendly tip?" She smiled.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto again began to hop up and down excitedly as the bottles crashed to the ground. Sky’s brilliant performance totally outshined his previous attempt at the bottle throw but the black and white tom was so wrapped up in the fact that Sky had nearly knocked them all over that he forgot all about ‘looking better’. His throw completely escaped his mind as he grinned widely at his festival partner and clapped enthusiastically. “Good show Sky, my dear. What a great shot!” He couldn’t help smiling and the warm pride he had- he KNEW Sky. He was friends with the she-cat that could knock down all the bottles at the bottle throw! He felt very privileged to be standing beside her and have the opportunity to congratulate her. Though he initially wished for the briefest of moment that his throw could have been equally matched with her’s, Misto’s jealousy melted into inspiration. He wanted to knock all the bottles down too and he wanted Sky to help him. Any other cat might have been bitter towards Sky for showing them up, but Misto warmly grinned and her and nodded his head enthusiastically. “Why Sky, my talented huntress. I would be more than willing to listen to your words of wisdom.” He bowed like a silly jester and chuckled to himself- totally oblivious to the eye-roll from the cat behind the counter. He approached the stand and took his last ball. He leveled it to his nose and then turned his head to face Sky. “Please guide me with your sound advice and gentle paws.”

[Fox]

Sky glowed with happiness as she rejoined Misto. She could see his excitement, and seeing her cheerful companion: her own excitement doubled. She grinned and gave a dramatic bow. Then giggled slightly and smiled the widest smile possible at her new friend.

Sky grinned, "Why thank you dearest Misto! But i think i was just lucky!" she laughed, standing side by side with her new friend named Misto. She couldn't believe that at a normal tavern, she had met such an amazing cat.

Sky giggled lightly, and smiled at Misto. She WAS proud of her throw, though it would appear strange if she bragged or something, in front of Misto. As she saw that the cat in charge roll his eyes, she nudged Misto, gestured lowly at the cat in charge and rolled her eyes ever so dramatically.

Sky blushed slightly as her friend cowed like a Jester, though that blush quickly melted away and she cheered as Misto took the ball, and she went to join him at the throwing area. "Just remember, you threw great. Just to take out the entire stand, you have to aim, not at the bottle you want to hit, but at the one below it! Then you'll knock it all over." Sky grinned as she whispered her secret to Misto.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto clutched the ball in his paw and steadied his brown gaze upon the bottles stacked before him. His eyes became slits as he concentrated on the upcoming toss and Sky’s words of wisdom. He nodded carefully as he listened to her advice and tensed his arm muscles to make the throw. He had aimed for one of the lower bottled located in the middle of the stack and tried throwing it at an angel that would hopefully smash into the bottle he was eying as well as the bottle next to it. He held his breath as he watched the ball linger in midair, seemingly hovering in the wind for an extended period of time before finally speeding up and hitting its mark. The bottles, stacked side by side with a little gap in between each sector, lost their hold and tucked inward. Misto had managed to hit two bottles with one ball by aiming and the space between the two. Now, as the bottles were unbalanced by the ball and pushed into the rest of the bottles the other ones supporting the pyramid’s lower middle section were shoved backwards until they eventually unbalanced the rest of the pyramid and both the left and the right sides did a sort of avalanche and crumbled away. As the grumbling gamekeeper shot Misto a dirty look for knocking down all the bottles and making another mess he had to clean up, Misto stood, shell-shocked at the chaos he initiated with his mouth open. He raised a quivered claw towards the rumble that used to be a magnificent tower of bottles and asked Sky in a quiet voice, “did I do that?” As he spoke the words a wave of excitement overcame him and he began to smile giddily and hop up and down, hugging Sky as he did so. “Oh Sky, my darling huntress! I have you and you alone to thank for such a glorious achievement. Thank you ever so kindly!” He stopped jumping up and down with his and smiled a soft, thankful grin at her and held her gaze for a moment before giving her a peck on her cheek. “A gentle kiss for the cat with the gentle paws which guided me so efficiently. I thank you, my dear Sky Starlock, lady of the night and skilled huntress.” He did a little bow and then popped back up, grinning once more and looked to the stand again. “So what did we win for knocking down all the bottles?” He looked over his shoulder at Sky and winked, “I never won anything before!”