Never a Shy One [OPEN]

[FeliKal]

Market days were some of Leif’s favorite days. Though the market itself was open every day, there were specific days when the shop and stall owners agreed to all be open together, days when the tents became crowded with cats searching to buy everything they needed in one trip. These were usually the days when the palace staff were sent to buy supplies for the week, and tavern-hands were given the mission of finding mugs to replace broken ones as well other odds and ends that any tavern might need. Even the least well-intentioned cats could be found here on market days, lurking in the shadows to lure in unsuspecting citizens, or pickpocketing from distracted customers. Noise levels doubled, and crowds pushed good-naturedly at each other to get to where they needed to go. Dancers and musicians took advantage of these days to perform for tips, earning money to then spend on food.

Be it the masses of strangers, the chorus of many-toned voices, or the aroma of sweetmeats and pastries that filled the air, Leif did not know. He perched himself on a sturdy canopy, chin resting on his paws, and watched strangers pass by. In his mind, he painted pictures of who he thought they might be, basing his ideas on observations of what they bought, what they wore, and how they held themselves. If anyone noticed the ringed tail dangling over the edge of the linen roof, they either didn’t care or didn’t mention it. And to be honest, Leif wouldn’t have been particularly upset at all if someone had. He could always use a little excitement.

[falconkai]

((Falcon-Kai is now stalking her bro Fieldae))

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Avery had decided to go to the market today to search for the things he needed to make his gift for Renly. But all he found so far was an angry blacksmith, sighing from under his cowl he turned away from the grumpy smith's stall and began to limp towards the next smith's shop. His bones where sore and he wanted nothing more but to sit down. But he couldn't as he knew it could rain soon and wanted to find what he was looking for before the rain reduced his bones to mush. He stopped, looking around the market, before spotting a ringed tail hanging over the edge of a shop awning.

[Kitsani]

(Hope you guys don't mind me jumping in c; )

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Jet glanced around the marketplace. It seemed pretty crowded today, a nice day for a performance. Now don't get the marbled she-cat wrong; she was the first to jump at an opportunity to make some more coin. Although she remained quite hushed about it, she had her icy eyes on a few veils some of the markets sold. Oh gosh, the things she would be able to pull off with equipment like that. But as she glanced back down at her bells, she couldn't help but smile. She really did love those things.

As she padded along quietly (well, quiet aside from her belt), the she-cat noticed she felt in no mood to dance today. Not the richest she-cat on the block, it wasn't as if Jet could simply pass up a crowd like this every day. It will be there later though, she assured herself, deciding that maybe now could be a good opportunity to meet someone new. Or maybe even somebody not so new. She noticed a cat had paused among the bustling shoppers, and at the dancer curiously followed the larger tom's gaze, she noticed a tail that seemed oddly familiar.

Shy? Psh! Why be shy when she could go have a little fun? The feline moved gracefully towards the strange new cat with a kind smile, letting out a soft laugh at the tail. "Well that's something you don't see everyday," she chided in a purr to Avery. The sokoke padded forwards, stretching onto her tippy toes and reaching, grabbing the tail's tip and giving it a very light tug. "Hello?" She mewed, glancing over her shoulders at the tom with an innocent smirk as she tried to get a response from the roof-top feline.

[kycin]

Hooded as usual, Kycin was in a good mood to wonder what the markets sold to her interest, and she didn't need a blacksmith, Leif kindly offered to sharpen her blade the last time she met him, she didn't help but grin at the thought of the flirt, she seemed to grow close to him, but not in any romantic way, he might of been her only friend to chat to. Despite the crowds of the market, she quietly made her way towards a less dominated stall where she could relax, and her eyes didn't help but examine what the feline sold. Flutes? The wanderer then took interest, flutes? She actually played the flute when she was younger, why not buy something she enjoyed?

Her gaze then moved towards the crowd, not interesting., but something did catch her eye. A familiar pelt, but the other tom, she didn't meet before, and what was that queer dangling tail? The wanderer didn't notice that her paws took her towards the group of cats, but she was focused on the tail, it did seem familiar. She padded nearer to the group, chuckling, then stood on her hinds and removed her hood, raising her ears with a cheeky grin, she knew that tail belonged to someone she knew, and she was glad to find him in the market with another familiar feline, "There's your chance to flirt." she laughed, she didn't mind if Jet gave her a reaction, it was just humor.

[Jay]

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[atrb=background,http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/153/b/3/emerillamiddle_by_jayflop-d51zb7t.png] I hope you don't mind me jumping in? c: In the shadows of a small alleyway, Emerilla moved quickly and quietly. Her ears pricked up uneasily as she neared the noise of the markets. Noise. She hated noise. The fur on her neck rose as she peered out at the crowded street. Graceful dancers and scurrying buyers filled the gap between the rows of buildings. Her heart thumped quickly as her midnight blue eyes flashed fearfully. She then quickly fled back into the dark alley, her forepaws holding her ears to her head. She breathed quickly and shallow. Gulping, the assassain glared at the opposite wall. What are you, a kitten or an Assassain? After a deep breath, Emerilla walked into the crowded street, and looked around. She then noticed three unfamiliar cats standing nearby, looking up at a shop canopy. Emerilla followed their gazes and saw a brown tail tip dangling unanimatedly. Curious, Emerilla slowly neared the three cats and the tail tip. Good thing I hid my dagger in that root. She reassured herself as she nerviously felt the cloth tied around her forearm.

[FeliKal]

((Oh my god I didn't even notice that people other than Falc joined, I am so sorry OTL

I am the suckiest host.))


The sounds of the bustling market were rather soothing in way they rose and fell, remaining white noise, yet occasionally offering a tiny slip of conversation. A word here, a laugh there, swelling or fading in relation to how close the cat was to the stall over which Leif lounged. When he tired of making up stories, he merely closed his eyes and let the sounds and smells wash over him, sinking into a half-trance of contentment.

So preoccupied, he didn't register the voices beneath him as being significant until he was forcibly alerted to them. He faintly registered one or two of them as familiar somewhere in the back of his mind, but thought nothing of it until a pull on his tail jolted him to his senses. Rolling over, he hung off the edge of the canopy to meet the offender with a mildly insulted expression. The crowd he came nose-to-nose with was not at all what he had expected. "Is this some sorta new sport?" He demanded, keeping his voice light and joking. "Or were y'all expecting coins to come raining down like flower petals?" He twitched his tail out of the dancer's grip, bringing it up to rust on his linen hammock. "Hello indeed," he said wryly, and then to Kycin, "Who were you referring to? Not yourself, surely?"

Turning to the only she-cat he didn't know, he meowed with exaggerated charm, "Why my dear, what lovely fur you have on today!" He struck a pose, rolling to get a better look at the black and white she-cat, one paw on his chest and the other gesturing grandly. "Why I should think- gah!" His wild motions had upset the careful balance he had been keeping on the edge of the canopy. For a moment his paws and tail flailed, trying to regain equilibrium, until the motions sent him tumbling off the edge.

[falconkai]

One of Avery's pale eyebrows went into the air at the cat's dramatics before he fell off the roof and onto the dirt pathway, causing Ave to chuckle. "Quite a dramatic one aren't ya?" Ave stated from his spot on all fours as he bent over gingerly to help the brown tom up.

"Any of you know this tom?" Ave asked as he looked around the small group, his crooked tail thrashing against the dirt lightly. As he helped the tom up feeling his bones ache.

[Kitsani]

Jet laughed at Kycin's remark, her giggle a bell-like chime, reminding her slightly of the belt she wore. "In his mind I'm out of his league," she teased, rolling her eyes. She liked that she-cat, and quietly hoped they could become better friends as a crowd quietly started to form. Her attention was turned back to Leif as not only did he jerk his tail away, but he also seemed to have fallen from the roof. She blinked, taking a step back so that she stood beside Avery, a pale tom she didn't recognize.

She smirked at his remark, and nodded quietly to his question. "Guilty as charged," she mewed, raising an eyebrow at Leif. Maybe he didn't even remember her from that night at the tavern; based on the past five minutes, it seemed he enjoyed getting around. Or trying to, anyways. The dancer dropped down to all fours. She was more comfortable on her hinds, where she did most of her swift moves, but she hated feeling tall, and felt she got a bit of a better view from down here.