Area: Somewhere Between 5-6
Post Count: 2
Srina didn’t think anything of it when her Master's fingers wove through her own, too enamored with the street performers to do anything but hold on tight. The stilts they walked on with giant footsteps was nothing compared to the juggling that some seemed capable of. A few juggled cones, some were juggling fire, and another seemed to be tossing knives. Silvered eyes widened. Were they sharp? No, they couldn’t be real. What if they fell on someone?
Echani eyes squinted. They sure looked sharp.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Master.”, Srina returned, her tone dead and serious, but when she looked back over her shoulder he would see the humor lining her edges. A finely arched eyebrow rose when he accused her of not being able to take one step on the stilts and she leveled him with a look of incredulousness. “I’ll have you know that my balance is impeccable.”
Not to mention that ever since she’d first become his apprentice she’d worn more high heels than she ever had before. Echani, even the nobles, preferred shoes that they could at least move comfortably in for every day affairs. Impractical footwear was generally reserved for the highest of nobility, such as the Queen, or the First Voice, because they had an appearance to uphold. “Stiletto dress shoes must count as some sort of training. If that isn’t akin to walking on stilts I don’t know what is.”
She noticed [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] wave at them through the crowd and Srina returned the gesture, smiling when she realized that the spirited blonde was headed toward the stage, clearly intrigued. “I think Kat’s going to be doing a performance.” Would she dance? Perform a comedy act?
She couldn’t quite hear over the music from the pavilion from all the way over at the food vendors but from afar she seemed to be singing. Srina bopped up on the balls of her toes for a moment, trying to see the woman over the crowd, but was mostly unsuccessful. She was just a little too short. Nevertheless, providence struck, when she got distracted by the sugar glass, and she tugged her Master toward the stall. [member="Darth Metus"] was always in the mood for snacks, something he affirmed for her easily, and she turned to smile back at him.
Srina never really noticed the unpleasant look that Darth Metus shot the vendor over her shoulder and she traded credits for the pink confection readily. She stood off the side with her Master and waited with mirrored silver eyes to see what would happen when he tried the fair food. He ripped a piece of the pink cloud from the cone and ate it readily. He didn’t cut his tongue, as the name implied, and he didn’t turn any sort of strange color. “Is it good? What’s it like?”
Her Master took another piece and held it out to her. She looked at it tentatively, a little hesitant, but finally decided that as an Echani warrior she could not be afraid of some pink cotton on a stick. She leaned forward, taking it neatly with her teeth, before popping the rest in her mouth with her pointer finger. Gray eyes widened and she held very still for a moment. “It’s melting!”, she informed Metus, surprise coloring her dual-toned voice. She didn’t know what to do and waved her hand at her mouth, as if it were hot, even though it wasn’t. “Still melting!”
And then it was done. Gone, save for an overly saccharine aftertaste. Her eyes narrowed at the cone, a little irritated because it made her talk with her mouth full. She couldn’t decide if she liked it or not. Undecidedly, she took another piece, letting it melt in her mouth again, before she leaned her body against the line of her Master, nose crinkling cutely. “It’s not bad. It’s so sweet though…I need water. Or a toothbrush I’m not sure.”
“Do you want to try something a little more substantial?”, the apprentice questioned, nibbling delicately on the sugar glass, frequently offering the sable-skinned man beside her a taste. There was way too much for her to eat on her own. Even between the two of them, she suspected they’d be throwing some away.
They wandered between areas five and six and the little Echani saw several people that she knew. She waved to [member="Jyoti Nooran"] and her Padawan from the Silver Jedi. Part of her wondered if [member="Stephanie Swail"] would be joining them or even [member="Valae Kitra"] herself. Srina had sent a message through the HoloNet to [member="Cassius Droma"] but his schedule was incredibly hard to pin down. As a pilot her friend seemed to be in pretty high demand as of late, or perhaps, he was just that hard to reach. She also saw [member="Er'in Tenel"] thoroughly enjoying what the fair had to offer and began making her way toward her fellow apprentice.
The crowd moved suddenly near one of the vendors that sold fried food, causing her to bump into a well-dressed man ([member="The Slave"]), with an interesting necklace. She opened her mouth to apologize but fell prey to a series of rapid-fire visions that she didn’t really understand. Her cone of sugar glass fell to the ground and she backed up into her Master on instinct. There was no focal point. No sense of time. Her uncontrolled Force Sight granted her nothing but flashes of darkness so cold that it burned. Her teeth unintentionally chattered as a shiver ran down her spine. “I’m so sorry about that.”
She definitely didn’t know that he’d just had his foot stepped on.
The normally graceful Echani couldn’t sense any sort of aura about the man in the slightest. But something about him made her skittish enough that when the line to the fried food vendor moved again, she stepped to the left, and almost ran into a beautiful Twi’lek ([member="Lyla Quinn"]). In an unusual moment of embarrassment, the Echani breathed in deeply and tried to cool the rapid pink coloring to her cheeks. She didn’t blush. “I’m sorry—both of you. I hope I didn’t make you drop anything.”
If she had Srina would more than likely offer to replace anything ruined. It was Metus’ credits that she was spending, but he always encouraged her to use it, since he spent very little. “I am Srina Talon. This is Darth Metus.”, she introduced both herself, and her Master, in an attempt to deflect any attention from her unfortunate bungle. Most people instantly lost interest in her when they realized that she was with the Vicelord of the Confederacy. Hopefully, her long-standing tradition of hiding in his shadow would also prevail here.
