beg your pardon

Quinn had found that the war was not a fun thing to be involved in. In her first battle, sure - they had won. But the second after that, was terrible and she vowed she would not go to war unless she really had to - or someone was going to kill her. She stayed in the army for Jacob, but really did the bare minimum she could get away with. When the sound of the parade was going to be happening, she was apprehensive, but if it meant she could easily get lost among the crowd - she was all for it. On the day of the parade, she had decided two things: she was going to not be found by any of Jacob's loyalists and she would be drunk. The last time she had really engaged in such activities was when she was hanging out with Odysseus, and then she wondered what had happened to him. Was anything new happening in his life? Before she had been too young to be considered anything of a play toy, but now she was of age.

Strutting around the outskirts of the parade, she was watching all the floats, crazy wolves dancing, and all the noises coming from all around. It was quite the display. She snickered to herself as she watched some drunks place their bottles down and get wrapped up in festivities. She laughed and swiped the bottle sneakily. She took several swigs before placing it back down. She had expected it to be wine, but it wasn't. It had been something brown and the taste was rather bitter - not really something good at all. Just as she was getting back into her groove, she saw another of Jacob's men and quickly dove back into the crowd, shoving her form against another's. "My god, I am sorry..." she said to the stranger she had just bumped into as she stepped back and looked at them.

@Murrough

code by claerie

fighting off the vignette
tunnels cave, visions fade
swallowed by the vignette

Murrough loves a good party. It's easy to forget what he's missing, surrounded by a bustling crowd and mouth-watering scents, music and voices and laughter all rolling over one another like waves. He may not be able to see the jesters performing their tricks, but he can hear the sounds of delight and crowing children, and the soft tinkle of bells. He allows himself to move with the roll of the crowd, sipping wine until he's comfortably buzzed and even more comfortably swaying along to the rhythm of the closest musician.

He's started to follow his nose in an effort to track down that positively delectable aroma wafting across the street, but Murrough finds himself knocked roughly off-balance instead, a body colliding with his shoulder and sending him stumbling. The sound of his cup hitting the pavement follows, and he can feel the remnants of his wine splash across his forepaws. He does, however, manage to catch himself without falling—though he is reasonably startled, his fur raised in slight alarm. Admittedly, he's more paranoid about the intentions of those around him these days, especially when Malachi is elsewhere.

An earnest apology, however, has the tension leeching out of Murrough's features, and his head swings towards the sound of a feminine voice, a smile already splaying itself across his lips. "All's forgiven, sweetheart," he says in that low, honeyed voice of his. "Assuming you're going to buy me a new drink, that is," Murrough adds, his smile widening into a playful smirk. She could deny him and he wouldn't do anything—what's a blind man to do, anyway?—but he thinks it would be far more fun if she decides to play his game instead.

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As Quinn was called "sweetheart", it did not sit well with her. But the male was not mad, so that was a bonus for her. But since he had already opened up with calling her such a childish pet name, why not play off of it? "Oh but sir... I don't have any money... I am just an orphan." She told him, but he might think she was not an adult for saying such a thing - but being underage was not the issue she had presented. It was the lack of funds. Maybe he would give them money for her to get them both some drink... or he might see through her ruse? But then it clicked. His eyes. The eyes - she had seen ones like that before. "What the hell happened to your eyes?" it was rather rude to come off that way, but she just realized his eyes looked like the blind-crab-knowing guy she met on the beach. Did he also know endless amounts of knowledge on stupid things like crabs? "Must be an epidemic or something... You're the second one I've seen with eyes like that!"

@Murrough

code by claerie