Fantasy An Unfortunate Act [IC]

[Raku]

Karai was glad he could do what he loved doing the most, feeling purposeful. Helping people with their needs, entertaining, he just wanted to feel like he was doing something to help. Tonight's performance didn't make him feel like he helped anyone, rather he felt that they made the audiences night worse with the horrid performance. Come on Karai, stop being so negative. Look to tomorrow and how great it will be, won't you? he though as he finished setting up. He nodded to Andy as he left to feed the animals. He took a look around their camp to see a couple of performers, whose names were too slipping his mind, were practicing their routines. Karai thought he should join them and practice his own, but the sun was setting and he needed some sleep.

Walking back to one of the wagons to retrieve his sleeping necessities, he felt that something was off about their surroundings. An ominous blanket fell upon the camp as the surrounding would grow quiet. Karai shook it off, believing it was just the stress of a hard, hot day getting to him. One thing he always welcomed was a temperature drop. He could feel it get a little cooler as the previously orange sky was now replaced with darkness and littered with stars. The cold was never a bother to him due to the fur. In fact, he welcomed the cold, almost praying it would come. Skin curled up at the edges of his mouth to form a grin. Time to sleep he thought as he returned to the site. As he lay his items down for rest he took notice to one of the restless troupemates. Karai believed she was the twirler. "Can't sleep?" he asked kindly with a grin as he lay down and looked upon the stars. His ears were twitch a bit as he heard movement from the forest. You're just stressed out Karai, calm down.

Direct mentions : Kazehana

Sorry for the delay. Been battling illness for the past few days

 

[Kazehana]

Lucia Fauvre

Disposition: Neutral

Condition: Neutral

Gear: Blanket, pillow

Tags: Raku

"I suppose you could say that," she replied, her distant gaze never faltering from its fixed position on a collection of stars above. "And I suppose the same could be said for you," she added, noting that he initiated the conversation himself. Though she wasn't fond of beast races - growing up in a human only colony and all - she wouldn't make it known. Allowing your weaknesses to expose themselves was social suicide, especially when a vindictive harpy learned them. She would rather do her best to conceal her uncomfortable nature, pretending in every aspect that this was somehow more comforting than being alone. He seemed nice enough, so that portion could easily be fabricated.

"For what it's worth, I thought you did fine," she commented, biting back the six mistakes she noticed during his performance. Chances were, they only mattered to her anyway. Mistakes were flaws, and flaws were weakness. She glanced over briefly at him just for her knowledge, took a deep breath, and fell back beside him. Even from here, her cluster of stars seemed ever so different from the moments before. The world was in motion, and everything was forever changing.