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Aislinn glares at him, his comment bothered her. Her family was not a penniless band of gypsies. They knew more of his craft than he would believe.
' He thinks very highly of himself, you two would get along swimmingly If only there wasn't a language barrier. He wants to make you some kind of star.To ease the minds of the towns folk from the tragedy of the goblin attacks.' Aislinn sighed. She was growing more and more tired of her role as 'parrot'. She thinks of her father and how furious he would be if he found her here. Suddenly, she wished to stay slightly longer, just to hear what he had to say.

Aislinn couldn't figure out how she got herself seemingly stuck as this elf's translator. She followed the two into the White Deer and sat nervously at the table. She wasn't used to closed off spaces. She was used to being out in the open and the tents her caravan crafted. The tents that were a marvel to some, for they seemed to be small houses made of colorful flowing fabrics. Here the walls were made of wood, brick and mortar, it made her feel sick. No natural breeze, only the remnants of what blew in from the doors and windows.
A girl not much older than Aislinn was stopped and given the order for the table. She smiled and Aislinn recognized the smile. It's was the fake smile of a girl who didn't have anything else left to do. Aislinn sighed, she had known a few girls like her. It never ended well.
'You have been busy then.' Rissien remarks with a grin looking at Aislinn to translate. Aislinn rolls her eyes and begins to question again why she was sitting there.

'You've been busy.' She translates in a somewhat mocking tone.

'Maybe he thinks you're perfect for the role of a criminal. Who knows?' Aislinn knew she was being unreasonably mean, for some reason she just couldn't help it.
She turned back toward Cyrdak and sighed.
' He says that he was just enjoying the celebrations and wonders if you're responsible for the show.'

I believe we may have lost Rissien.

Aislinn raises her eyes at Cyrdak. Was he joking? She could tell he was annoyed at her, she didn't care. She looked at Rissien and tried to hide the somewhat confused expression on her face. Though despite her confusion and thoughts that Cyrdak might be slightly insane, she relayed the message none the less.
'Mister Rissien, this good man wants you to be an actor in his show.he believes you are a gorgeous specimen.'
Aislinn could barely contain her laughter.

" What would you like me to translate?"

Aislinn catches the silver piece and swiftly hides it within the folds of her skirt. Normally she wouldn't have said anything and just hid herself beneath her scarf. She's couldn't explain the reason why she suddenly felt an urge to say something. Maybe because she was tired of hiding in the shadows like her father wished her to. Maybe she wanted a new kind of adventure.
"How may I be of service to you, good sir? " Her reply was sarcastic, to say the least and the small curtsey didn't help to hide it.

Aislinn raises an eyebrow at Cyrdak and glances down at his hand. Her hand instinctively went to the leather belt that hung around her waist. The many strings of jewels and coins jangled as she shifted her weight. They made a soft musical sound that was slightly muffled by the silken fabrics of her skirt.
"May have." Aislinn replies in Varisian. Her accent distinctly different from Cyrdak's, as though one could hear all the places she's been. She folded her arms across her chest, the green sleeves of her fine linen shirt draped over the rich brown leather underbust corset.

Aislinn scoffs at Rissien's remark to Cyrdak. It wasn't hard to see that the elf held himself in high regard. In a way Aislinn respected this odd elf. He seemed proud of his scars, even if he seemed a little too proud in general.

"He does not have the MEANS to discuss anything." Aislinn unfolds her arms and glares at Rissien.

You have to add extra u's to say cunt. Lol sorry it took so long. I've been stuck.

"Regardless as to whether or not you had the means, you still should not have touched me without permission." Aislinn pulled her scarf tighter to hide the marks. She looked at the elf again,he was scarred from head to toe. Intricate designs that seemed to have been cut into his flesh.
" You have the markings of a criminal on you." Aislinn crossed her arm over her chest and took half a step back.

See, I use that and I still miss things.

I'm getting pissed at myself for not proofreading better.I keep seeing mistakes. Grrrrrr....

This is going to be interesting.

Aislinn is startled by the man, who turns out not to be a man but an elf. A heavily marked one at that. He is holding a pipe and speaks to her in a language she can understand.
" Excuse me."
He bows his head and stops, his eyes falling upon the marks she had not hidden so well. He uses the tip of his pipe to gain a better look. His face is shadowed and there is very little emotion that could be mistaken for friendly.

After a moment of shock, Aislinn moves the pipe aside with her hand.
" There is no excuse for rudeness, touching someone without their permission. "
Aislinn did not notice that she replied in the same odd language he had spoken.

I just check it every now and then. Cause I get bored.

What she was wasn't something Zane had meant to hide. At least not at first. Zane looked at the space in the crowd where Aislinn had disappeared. He knew that his actions would haunt him. Her loved his daughter, that wasn't what was in question. He didn't know how people would react to her oddness. Her parentage had little to do with it. Her mother abandoned her to him not long after her birth. Stating she wasn't as she was and that she would live a better life with him in his travels. Zane knew nothing of raising a babe, so he did the only thing he could. He went back home, his tail between his legs and rejoined the caravan.
It wasn't until Aislinn was older that he noticed her strangeness. She could control people. Not directly, or at least as far as he could tell. Any time she performed, be it singing or dancing. Even when she played an instrument, even if she never played it before, her emotions seeped into her music. She made people feel what she was feeling. It was truly spectacular and at the same time, frightening.
Zane sighs and heads back into the crowd to resume his spot by the band.
Aislinn peers out from behind a man's sitting on a bench. He doesn't notice that she is behind him. She doesn't move until she is sure her father is back with the performers. She draws a long emerald green scarf from the folds of her skirt. She wraps the scarf slightly around her head. Just covering her ears and the dark marks that trail from under her ear and down the left side of her neck. From a distance it just looks like a tattoo but at a closer glance it is more than that. It is not a man made tattoo but something she was born with. An elaborate and intricate series of knots that weave in and out of one another like an endless loop. Only a little of the birth mark is visible, the rest is hidden beneath the linen shirt she wore.
As she stands she loses her balance and nearly falls onto the man she was hiding behind.

I was testing to see if it worked on my phone. I'll keep that in mind, I was half asleep while typing. Lol

So will our characters from rise be appearing or off note in this campaign? And is basically writing out a story alright? Even if I'm not very good at it? Lol

The gypsies perform in what remains of the town center. They reenact the fights with a grace that is hard to possess. These gypsies are of the Fyr clan. A band of varisians who travel any and everywhere. Lead by Zane Fyr, a varisian of note. He is spoken of in many tales that usually lead to daring raids and beautiful women. He is a tall man in his middle age and bears himself well. His dark hair is still thick and long, with little gray hair. His eyes are a rich brown and full of mystery.
Zane stands slightly to the side and watches the performance. He knows it well. His wife and daughters have performed this dance in many cities and towns that have been attack by goblins. He looks through the crowd and catches a glimpse of red. He sighes and silently sneaks through the crowd following the glimpse of red.
'What are you doing out here? And without your kapenia?' He speaks softly yet his voice is stern. He grabs the shoulder of a young woman. She is as tall as him with vibrant red hair. She resembles Zane in the eyes and the way her mouth purses when she is angry.
'This is not fair. I should be performing now! Father, I am older than Tilda by ten years! Why do you always have me hide when we are in towns like this?'
Zane sighs again and says nothing. The young woman brushes her red hair behind her slightly pointed ear. Zane purses his lips and goes to grab her hand.
'Aislinn I will not tolerate this disobedience!'
Aislinn steps out of Zane's distance and glares at him.
' You're always afraid of how people will view me because of what I am. But one of the heroes of Sandpoint is just like me. I'm tired of living in the shadows and having to perform with my hair covered and my ears hidden. I'm no longer a child, father.'
With that Aislinn turned and slipped away into the crowd as silently and unseen at her father.

Anywho, I'm going to try and get my account all settled and have the rest of my stats up soon.....when I find them.....balls.

Hello. My God man, you are a dick with your descriptions. Adorable.