mathieu trinket. (flauto) wrote in emillion, |
Speaking with the utmost sincerity, Rivalen could not claim to care for this holiday at all; romantic gestures bored him to tears and felt hollow, a farce that mundane people did to make their mundane lives less so. Societal conventions dictated that he ought to show up here, pretend to enjoy it and even date someone. The idea of formally dating anyone made him want to roll his eyes — having a significant other was the mark of normality and Rivalen rejected conformity deep down. Part of a dutiful son and brother he had to play, a loyal samurai and very much an offensively harmless citizen. If he was forced to show up for this farce, Rivalen had no intentions of doing it alone; selfish being as he was, he had invited one of the only people he felt some sort of genuine connection with. (The number of people he could count in one hand). Mr.Fancy-Flute-Pants (and this name was granted with as much affection as Riv was able to give). At the entrance of the Bazaar he smoothed the invisible wrinkles of his shirt while waiting for Mathieu to appear. The bard appeared without bundle of flowers this time, bounding through the crowds burdenless and by all appearances rather pleased to be out during these festivities. Perhaps Mathieu considered this a lucky opportunity--to be seen enjoying not only this yearly festival but also the company of his new Fighters Guild friend. Considering his luck therefore charmed, the finely dressed bard practically bounced his way to the man’s side. “What a fine day to be out and about!” His proclamation was given with a friendly wave, a cheerful and well-practised greeting from a man expected to be ever-approachable. “I hope you’re ready to revel, my friend.” Admittedly, Mathieu’s enthusiasm could be slightly (and only slightly, Rivalen was never admitting to more) contagious. “Not sure how fine a day, but hopefully not boring.” It didn’t look like it was about to rain (unfortunately, perhaps) and he trusted the bard to keep him entertained and already, showing up so cheerful was a bonus point. “I’m ready to-” Revel? Seriously? “-yeah, that. You can be the guide since this is not what I usually do on this day.” Rivalen dropped his hand, giving Mathieu a firm back pat in greeting. “And I think all the pollen is making my nose itch.” Mathieu swayed slightly from the force of the pat but remained unwaveringly cheerful regardless, his own sword and shield against the unrelenting force of the festival crowd. Entirely adept in this particular atmosphere, the bard lead the charge through the crowds, seemingly able to know his way around. “There must be a white mage or two around selling allergy potions,” he offered, sounding sympathetic toward Rivalen’s grievances. “Just in time for the approaching advent of spring!” He waved at guild mates and familiar faces as he passed them, a social and friendly councilman if ever there was. “And if all else fails,” he said, looking over his shoulder, “I’ve heard good words about the sake vendors here, sailed in from the Sako Islands themselves.” And oh, if ever there was a patron of this festival expecting to heartily partake, it was Mathieu. |