11-25-2015, 02:48 PM
"Oh!" Jade exclaims excitedly, clapping her hands against her red-tinged cheeks with a light pap. Her face is downturned slightly, lips forming a perfect 'o' of surprise as she reads something that scrolls across the reddish-tinted screen of her Spectagoggles. The dark hair that is only partially tucked inside of her god-tier hood flounces out with the sudden movement.
Huffing loudly, Bec sits up and presses his cold doggy nose insistently against her shoulder, as if to ask, What silly thing are you about to do now?
The dog-eared girl gently swats him away, looking at all of the nice people (and rude trolls!! :p) who have gathered around to talk with her in the stands. With a toothy smile, Jade leaps to her feet and then scrambles backwards over her seat so she doesn't tip over into the precariously close horns of the trolls before her.
"I'll be right back you guys!" She says, the star-spangled cosmic scene that decorates her coat shifting in the light from a dark autumn sky to a greenish-tinged polar night. "I've got a serious appointment with some balloon animals! You're welcome to come along if you'd like to!"
After saying the appropriate goodbyes, Jade skiddly-doo-dahs right out of there, bouncing down a few hard concrete steps and then out into one of the many passageways of the tournament's grounds. Her shoes skid and scratch lightly across the ground, the sounds echoing against the curved and shadowy walls as well as through the other bodies shifting around her.
With Becquerel at her side, the air shifts from the cool, damp and slightly muggy indoors to the bright and sunny light of the fairgrounds as Jade steps outside. She blinks for a moment in the sudden light, bringing a hand up to shield her eyes so that she can better see the people milling about the stalls and aromatic shops below. An off-putting mixture of sweet-smelling and sugary fruits combined with sun-baked manure seeps through the air. Jade starts down towards where the greatest congregation of warm-bodied people seems to be.
For a while she simply mills about in the crowd, peering curiously towards flagrantly-colored objects or clothing that catch her eye and bits of metal that glint sharply in the sun. Sometimes she makes eye contact with random passerby and attempts to break through the crowd to speak with them, only to lose their gaze and attention after being buffeted about by an unexpected shoulder or elbow.
Finally, Jade locates a relatively peaceful spot by a weapon-seller's stall to survey the crowd from. With a few muffled snuffles Becquerel inspects the ends of her dirt-speckled slippers, and more than a few gazes are drawn to the sight of the large and bafflingly eyeless wolfdog. A light frown twisting her lips to the side while she concentrates, Jade carefully looks over each person to pass her by.
After a while of standing around, Jade's eyes alight on a particular person in the mass of people wandering past; And, boy, what a person! They are clad in a sprightly green as buoyant and graceful as springtime, and Jade immediately knows that this must be who she has been searching so diligently for. She clasps her hands together in delight, bouncing up onto the very tippy-tops of her sparkly red slippers. How exciting!
In a few half-skips that seem as if they might lift her clear off the ground if she would like for them to, the young Witch picks her way through the fairgoers towards who she is fairly certain is Valerie. All of these people, smells, and wonderful sights— it's like a fiery conflagration prancing across her brain, leaving deep, flame-singed impressions in its wake! Almost as if it were clearing away all the dead ground and infertile sorrow for something splendidly grand to bloom out of.
"Hi!" Jade greets, her voice a cheerful, bubbly chirrup. "I'm Jade Harley, are you Valerie? We spoke over PesterOmni about meeting up, remember?"
Huffing loudly, Bec sits up and presses his cold doggy nose insistently against her shoulder, as if to ask, What silly thing are you about to do now?
The dog-eared girl gently swats him away, looking at all of the nice people (and rude trolls!! :p) who have gathered around to talk with her in the stands. With a toothy smile, Jade leaps to her feet and then scrambles backwards over her seat so she doesn't tip over into the precariously close horns of the trolls before her.
"I'll be right back you guys!" She says, the star-spangled cosmic scene that decorates her coat shifting in the light from a dark autumn sky to a greenish-tinged polar night. "I've got a serious appointment with some balloon animals! You're welcome to come along if you'd like to!"
After saying the appropriate goodbyes, Jade skiddly-doo-dahs right out of there, bouncing down a few hard concrete steps and then out into one of the many passageways of the tournament's grounds. Her shoes skid and scratch lightly across the ground, the sounds echoing against the curved and shadowy walls as well as through the other bodies shifting around her.
With Becquerel at her side, the air shifts from the cool, damp and slightly muggy indoors to the bright and sunny light of the fairgrounds as Jade steps outside. She blinks for a moment in the sudden light, bringing a hand up to shield her eyes so that she can better see the people milling about the stalls and aromatic shops below. An off-putting mixture of sweet-smelling and sugary fruits combined with sun-baked manure seeps through the air. Jade starts down towards where the greatest congregation of warm-bodied people seems to be.
For a while she simply mills about in the crowd, peering curiously towards flagrantly-colored objects or clothing that catch her eye and bits of metal that glint sharply in the sun. Sometimes she makes eye contact with random passerby and attempts to break through the crowd to speak with them, only to lose their gaze and attention after being buffeted about by an unexpected shoulder or elbow.
Finally, Jade locates a relatively peaceful spot by a weapon-seller's stall to survey the crowd from. With a few muffled snuffles Becquerel inspects the ends of her dirt-speckled slippers, and more than a few gazes are drawn to the sight of the large and bafflingly eyeless wolfdog. A light frown twisting her lips to the side while she concentrates, Jade carefully looks over each person to pass her by.
After a while of standing around, Jade's eyes alight on a particular person in the mass of people wandering past; And, boy, what a person! They are clad in a sprightly green as buoyant and graceful as springtime, and Jade immediately knows that this must be who she has been searching so diligently for. She clasps her hands together in delight, bouncing up onto the very tippy-tops of her sparkly red slippers. How exciting!
In a few half-skips that seem as if they might lift her clear off the ground if she would like for them to, the young Witch picks her way through the fairgoers towards who she is fairly certain is Valerie. All of these people, smells, and wonderful sights— it's like a fiery conflagration prancing across her brain, leaving deep, flame-singed impressions in its wake! Almost as if it were clearing away all the dead ground and infertile sorrow for something splendidly grand to bloom out of.
"Hi!" Jade greets, her voice a cheerful, bubbly chirrup. "I'm Jade Harley, are you Valerie? We spoke over PesterOmni about meeting up, remember?"
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