[Rialynn blinks hard. Twice. It doesn't help to chase away the sight of flying white teddy bears. Her rapier is still belted to her hip, and her lute clunks slightly as she pushes herself unsteadily onto her feet. She dusts off the seat of her leather breeches, wide hazel eyes flicking back and forth. There are all sorts of people in varying states of wakefulness, some wearing resplendent colorful robes, some decked out in expensive-looking armor. The teddy bears are talking to them.]
[Where in the world is she...?]
[Slowly she turns, and then stares up at the giant orange crystal. And that would be what now?]
Uh...Sabien?
[Rialynn looks around for her friend, but there's no sign of the fierce femme fatale. No sign of her horse, either. All she has is the clothing on her back, her instrument, and her weapon. She shies away a little from a waking barbarian (is he a barbarian???), unsure which way she should go. Should she wait for a teddy bear?]
[She backs right up into someone else's back. Spinning around, Rialynn's hands jump up in a hasty display of apology.]
Sorry! Sorry.
11. Games
[There's a fairly sizable crowd gathered around the table of Triple Triad at the bar. The two players size each other up, playing their cards thoughtfully. There are collective gasps, chuckles, sighs and grumbles, and raucous cheers.]
[Rialynn doesn't really get it. But she's curious! She sips from her mug, trying to get a good place near the middle where she can still see at her 5'3" height, but not get too jostled by the rowdier folks near the front. Her hazel eyes flick over the cards, trying to figure out why this monster beat that monster, and where the points come into play.]
[...It's not doing much good. She'd like to go back to the stage and play a few more songs for the crowd, but she doesn't stand a chance of earning so much as a bent coin so long as the card game is playing out. A good bard knows when to give the audience what they want, and what they want is a card game, not a ballad.]
[Another sip, then she turns her head slightly toward the person standing next to her.]
Are you following this? At all?
[Because she sure isn't.]
4. Chocobos
................Where are the horses?
[She was told she could rent a mount or even see about taming one of her own by visiting the 'chocobo ranch' so that's what she did. She didn't know what a chocobo was, and assumed it was just a family name, or a location. Giant birds weren't really what she had in mind, and so she stands at the edge of the fence, staring blankly at the big yellow chocobo that casually strutted past her line of vision.]
[She rises up a little higher on the balls of her feet, quietly fretting. She didn't know how to ride one of these. Would she need to hire a rider as well as a chocobo to get to where she needed to go? nooooooooo pleeeeeease]
[Slowly she backs away, tugging at the tail of her bandanna, her brow deeply furrowed. Surely this can't be the only option. Horses have to exist, right? Or at least some sort of animal she can ride that has four legs?]
Rialynn Kollmann | OC
[Rialynn blinks hard. Twice. It doesn't help to chase away the sight of flying white teddy bears. Her rapier is still belted to her hip, and her lute clunks slightly as she pushes herself unsteadily onto her feet. She dusts off the seat of her leather breeches, wide hazel eyes flicking back and forth. There are all sorts of people in varying states of wakefulness, some wearing resplendent colorful robes, some decked out in expensive-looking armor. The teddy bears are talking to them.]
[Where in the world is she...?]
[Slowly she turns, and then stares up at the giant orange crystal. And that would be what now?]
Uh...Sabien?
[Rialynn looks around for her friend, but there's no sign of the fierce femme fatale. No sign of her horse, either. All she has is the clothing on her back, her instrument, and her weapon. She shies away a little from a waking barbarian (is he a barbarian???), unsure which way she should go. Should she wait for a teddy bear?]
[She backs right up into someone else's back. Spinning around, Rialynn's hands jump up in a hasty display of apology.]
Sorry! Sorry.
11. Games
[There's a fairly sizable crowd gathered around the table of Triple Triad at the bar. The two players size each other up, playing their cards thoughtfully. There are collective gasps, chuckles, sighs and grumbles, and raucous cheers.]
[Rialynn doesn't really get it. But she's curious! She sips from her mug, trying to get a good place near the middle where she can still see at her 5'3" height, but not get too jostled by the rowdier folks near the front. Her hazel eyes flick over the cards, trying to figure out why this monster beat that monster, and where the points come into play.]
[...It's not doing much good. She'd like to go back to the stage and play a few more songs for the crowd, but she doesn't stand a chance of earning so much as a bent coin so long as the card game is playing out. A good bard knows when to give the audience what they want, and what they want is a card game, not a ballad.]
[Another sip, then she turns her head slightly toward the person standing next to her.]
Are you following this? At all?
[Because she sure isn't.]
4. Chocobos
................Where are the horses?
[She was told she could rent a mount or even see about taming one of her own by visiting the 'chocobo ranch' so that's what she did. She didn't know what a chocobo was, and assumed it was just a family name, or a location. Giant birds weren't really what she had in mind, and so she stands at the edge of the fence, staring blankly at the big yellow chocobo that casually strutted past her line of vision.]
[She rises up a little higher on the balls of her feet, quietly fretting. She didn't know how to ride one of these. Would she need to hire a rider as well as a chocobo to get to where she needed to go? nooooooooo pleeeeeease]
[Slowly she backs away, tugging at the tail of her bandanna, her brow deeply furrowed. Surely this can't be the only option. Horses have to exist, right? Or at least some sort of animal she can ride that has four legs?]