Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, |
This had been a good idea, Ari had decided. She had felt strangely uneasy these last few days, but this afternoon had done a fantastic job of wiping all of that from her mind -- between the food and the company, she was feeling much more like herself. She could always rely on Drake. When he nudged her, she nudged him back readily. “I believe this is the part of the afternoon where I begin to wheedle you into entering the fighting exhibition,” she said. “Before you’ve eaten so much that you need to be rolled off the stage. I think they are set up somewhere over that way,” she added, gesturing down a path currently lined with stalls. “You should see if your aim has improved on the way there,” she added, with an amused smirk. “Mog and Glinda -- yes, I named my flan -- could use another friend.” She began tugging him in the direction of the stands when she suddenly realized just who was coming up the path toward them. To her credit, uncertainty flickered across her expression for only a moment before her friendly smile returned. She was ever the actress. And after all, why couldn’t taking care of Mag -- in whatever way the knight needed care, on which she wasn’t entirely clear -- include taking her to a festival? Ari herself was here for distraction too, after all. And so she raised her hand and waved in greeting as they approached. “What a nice surprise to see you ladies. How are you today?” “Or perhaps I am. If offering bribe after agreement, no?” Aspel chuckled softly to herself for a moment before giving a shake of her head. “If that is as you desire, I believe we shall need to change our projected path.” With Mag’s arm, it was easy to redirect them, and towards the games they went. Though, it wouldn’t take long to notice two terribly familiar figures, especially with Ari waving and calling out as such and… Somehow, Aspel was oddly surprised. Though, really she shouldn’t be. Every time an event had happened recently they had gone out to it… Hadn’t they? Really, it only would make sense for them to go out to this one too. And why not together? They had the rumors to uphold. Even if there was - for the briefest instance - a strange and sudden pang rending the insides of her chest in two. However, that would obviously need to be pushed aside. “Ah, a surprise indeed.” A warm smile was given. “I had not expected a run in of such.” A hand was offered out almost instantly, instinctually at this point, to take Drake’s hand and give it a quick squeeze if possible before leaning in, in attempts to brush her lips against Ari’s forehead briefly. “Is there a particular place you are headed at this time?” A glance was taken towards one of the game booths nearby as she listed for the response, attempting to gauge if the booth did indeed carry the chocobo plush Mag claimed to require. Out of the corner of her eye, Mag noticed the look that crossed Aspel's face when Ari and Drake appeared, and wondered at it, though she made no comment. Once the two approached, Aspel seemed to recover her cheer, and when she offered a smile, Mag turned her attention to Ari and Drake again. She greeted them—in a more impersonal manner than Aspel had—and offered a smile of her own. She couldn’t claim to be her usual self, but the lively atmosphere at the Festival was having an effect on her. “Good to see you too,” Mag said, giving Ari a small mock-curtsy. “Aspel was just about to win me a chocobo plush. I have a Marlboro plush at home, and it looks terribly lonely by itself.” She smiled at her best friend, glad she had let herself be convinced to come out. Thinking about chocobo plushies and arcade games was infinitely preferable to staying at home thinking about her own failures. |