.::||{Fun And Games}||::. (Misto and Althaia)

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] It was a beautiful summer’s evening. The setting sun darkened the horizon in a mysterious and thick band of shadow while the sky above it glowed with brilliant, warm colors. The sky was becoming darker and darker as the large, brilliant white sphere began to set and trade places with another celestial disc that was equally beautiful but less powerful in radiance. The moon began to settle itself into its perch for the night and its children began to blink and sparkle into view with the last traces of the sunlight dipping behind the darkened tree line miles away. Misto had been watching this phenomenon from a tree branch. He was currently sitting in the wooded area atop the hill that overlooked the festival. He had every intention of participating in the ceremony for every night that it ran. He was eagerly waiting for the brilliant paper lanterns to lighten- he was curious since the opening day how they worked and were lit and he promised himself he would stay up late one night to watch it happen. Like magic, as the darkness began to set in, the cat-made lanterns began to glow and that threatening shadows merely were dim traces of their former existence. Misto was so delighted by the sight and he grinned happily to himself. ‘Do they have a sage that performs some sort of fire magic on all of the lanterns at once?’ He wondered, still gazing upon the decorations with gentle awe and fascination. He’d have to come back again to watch the lighting again- and perhaps he should do some of his own investigating in the mean time. Who might know about the lanterns? Who could he ask casually? Misto didn’t really take the time to answer these questions now. He hopped from his tree branch and landed lightly on his feet. He could find the answers while he was enjoying himself at the festival. He began to trot down the hill, towards the exciting ceremony with the violin he had strapped to his back thumping softly against his back. Though others might have thought he looked silly or felt that the violin was burdensome and uncomfortable, Misto wouldn’t be able to function without knowing the instrument was safe. It was the most important thing in the world to him and he had to guard it with his life. He was hoping he might be able to play for someone later or perhaps read some fortunes. In the excitement that was the event, many cats were letting loose and trying new things. It would be the perfect time for Misto to try to make some schillings and read the fortunes of cats that might be wary of the ‘dark arts’ any other ordinary time of the year. It certainly wouldn’t hurt his economic situation- Misto was quite poor- and it would shut his mother up for a moment (Misto loved his mom, but she could be quite loud sometimes). He entered the festival, delighting in all the smiles and warmth that he felt protruding from the cats enjoying themselves. He walked through the crowd comfortably and looked around at all the fun events that were offered for him to try. He noticed many of the guests came in pairs or even groups and he silently wished he had a companion of his own to share the fun with. Misto could take care of himself but he really did love meeting new cats and making friends. He continued to look around and tried to determine if he should try some of the games and food or if he should find a place to advertise his fortune telling services. He really just wanted to have some fun.

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Althaia: Fur white as snow, hardly a tint of grey on her other than her paws tail and ears seemed to be bouncing its way up the hill from the forest not to far from the town. Golden eyes, shone as the color of the sun on a hot mid day afternoon watched the fading horizon, feeling the warmth of the huge burning star above fade away into a cold chill and leaving Althaia shivering. The mountain tops appeared to be painted with pink as the sun drowned into the abyss of sky ahead. As the sun vanished overhead, the moon appeared behind taking its place. Its white raise shinning down on the earth as a less powerful light source than its sister star.

The little healer simply followed the dirt road back to the town she called home, her mind focused on alchemy ideas, potion mixtures and ideas for new more useful ones, but she couldn't quite get it to work how she wanted it to at least not in her head. Frustration burned her soul, making her fur feel hot, she pushed the thought away, she had spent all day in her garden spot in the forest where wild herbs grew like wild fire and she was able to go get more every few days if she needed, but now she was out of new ideas for potions and alchemy of any sort. She was left with magic re fillers, health fillers, and stamina, but what if her customers wanted something new, that works better? Should would be left unable to give it to them, and with that, less shillings to buy food with. Her stomach growled as it was and she was finding it harder and harder to obtain food or money for it. Her sack of herbs and other useful plants and items for her potions and such hit against her flank as she walked, also keeping her poison filled dagger held tightly to her. She was always careful, she got robbed with what it seemed constantly, and her dagger (Which cant kill only stun/ paralyze/ and sicken the victim with a drop or two) she was at least able to save herself from getting her throat slit.

Finally she was at the towns main entrance, walking through, her redish brown cloak covering over sixty percent of her body and all her weapons and items, which helped her from getting robbed when it appeared she was empty. Althaia let out a sudden gasp realizing that it was the festival, "Oh dear!" She said, quickly making her way home, passing by crowds of cats that appeared to be coming in pairs or groups, leaving the shy and socially awkward Althaia feeling a little lonely. She wasn't one to be very good with others. Clearing her throat she made it to her house, unlocking the door and dropping off her new herbs and such at her dinning table where a huge cluster of liquids and solutions lay in glass containers, ready to be mixed and make elixirs and healing potions which were her specialty. The dainty female yawned and left her house locking the door behind her and walking further into the down-town area where the festival was truly taking place. She stared in awe as lanterns floated up ahead, some closer to the earth than others, they left streaks of yellow light as they floated away into the depth of the star painted sky. She wasn't paying attention when she bumped into a larger tom, a tuxedo cat, she was still new in town so she really didn't know him. Althaia looked at him with big concern in her frightened golden eyes, "Oh goodness, forgive me sire, I wasn't paying attention." She explained, her voice shaky with fear and a begging for mercy.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] The merriment of the festival was intoxicating. Those that entered the buzzing sector stumbled about on swaying paws but despite their imbalance, smiles sat plastered upon their maws and roars of laughed bubbled from within and floated up into the heavens to invite the celestial beings above to join in the fun. Around the tuxedo tom that had become part of the clumsy dance, the flames within the lanterns glowed magnificently, turning the air that framed its edges to ripples and giving off a strange water-like effect. Though the clearing was crowded with cats of all shapes and sizes and the moon shone brightly above their heads, the festival shone with hundreds of flickering flames and together, they produced a steady, warm light that rivaled the sun. Misto felt cheerful and comforted by the inviting light given off by the beautiful lanterns and as his amber gaze swept the area and he saw hundreds of cats laughing and enjoying themselves, he couldn’t help but let a satisfied purr rumble deep within his throat. This is where he was meant to be- it was where he belonged. He was surrounded by warm wishes and happiness and he delighted in the company of others- but he was still without a partner and he silently wished that he could have thought to invite someone to share the night with. It seemed unjustified that he could feel so cheery while there were plenty of other cats that weren’t able to enjoy the festival tonight. He wanted someone that he could share his emotions with- someone who could appreciate the beauty and splendor of an entire city coming together in lively celebration. In a world so full of darkness, it was pure magic when night could become day- when the brilliant lanterns (the result of hard work and preparation for the entertainment of others) could vanquish the dark shadows that so often dwelled upon the city and lurked in every alleyway. Misto decided that he wouldn’t be doing readings tonight- not with all the thoughts he had in his head and the many sights he wished to examine. He loved to have fun and the game stalls beckoned him but because the festival was alive for a limited time, Misto decided that tonight was a night for curious, but admirable, observations. He had no partner to laugh or dance with- why not take the time to look at everything that the cats behind the scenes prepared for him and the other guests to get pleasure from? The black and white tomcat strolled casually through the festival, his tail perking up every now and again as he looked around the area with the fascination of a young kit. He tip-toed his way through the hoards of delighted felines to get a closer look at the lanterns that he was so captivated by since the beginning of the festival days ago. He reached out a paw to touch it, wondering if it was pure light ebbing from the lantern’s core or if it was the hot glow of a flickering flame. He wanted to know how they worked. He wanted to see if there was a way that he could tell what made them burn the way they did. He wanted to see if it was magic-based or not. He had so many thoughts and questions- his curiosity burned almost as brightly as the stringed lanterns before him. As he stood there, on his toes with the tips on his paw extended as far as he could manage, Misto became unbalanced by an unseen force that toppled into the back of his leg. He tottered unsteadily on his toes and fell forward, but thanks to his extended paw and quick reflexes he was able to land daftly onto all four paws. Blinking, Misto looked around and noticed a very apologetic she-cat standing behind him. He was able to piece the event together quickly based on the evidence presented to him and he chuckled softly as he straightened himself up and stood once again on his two back paws. A friendly grin stretched along his features and his brown eye shone with warm compassion. “Have no fear, my young lady,” he purred, “no harm has been done.” Her concern was not unknown by the look on his face and he wished to help her realize that he held no grudges or misfortunes towards her. He totally dropped the subject and with his inviting smile and his gentle purr, he swept a paw out towards the lanterns strung above their heads and explained, “I was admiring the lighting for this evening. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been as nosy as I was but they are truly fascinating specters to behold with such humble eyes as these.” He looked at her again and asked in a tender tone, “are you enjoying the night, my dear?” His concentration steadied slightly as he looked at her a little more carefully and studied her stance. She seemed sort of… out of place? Nervous maybe? Well, she DID just fall into him- he couldn’t blame her. Misto could describe the feeling accurately but he didn’t stray from his kindly affections for a moment. Instead he continued, “or is this your first visit here?”