pyr min solemnly swears he is up to no good (twinclaws) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-04-17 00:19:00 |
|
|||
Pyr looked down at the list in front of him and crossed off the songs list from a local music performer he’d obtained from the taiko players performing in the Theatre District. He and Sky were making good progress, but there were still quite a few he had no idea how they’d obtain. “One ticket for the festival rides,” he read out loud, selecting one of the items marked easy on the list. He grinned at Esther and said, “Well, I could ask someone who’s already ridden, but if I’m going to get a ticket, I might as well get the ride too, right?” He looked around them and, stuffing the list inside his pocket again, pointed at the merry-go-round a short distance away. “How about that?” Half-draped on Pry, Esther gave a glance at the list — she was exhausted from healing all day but energetic enough not to want to go back indoors. “That’s all part of the fun, and I have not gotten a ride yet. Come on, my treat.” She straightened up, stretched upwards as if waking up from a nap. “Excellent, but I get to ride on the pink chocobo or no deal.” Oh yes, she was going to do that. Laughing, Pyr looped his arm through hers and led her toward the merry-go-round. “That’s fine. I want the wyvern. Or the revolving teacup.” The wyvern was always a popular choice, and often it got taken before Pyr or Sky could make a move, but this time Pyr and Esther were the first in line, and as soon as they acquired their tickets they were the first to step onto the platform. The wyvern, as it turned out, was next to the pink chocobo. Grinning, Pyr said, “Look! We’re neighbours.” Esther swung their arms playfully as they made their way into the ride and claimed the pink chocobo and the wyvern, much to the disappointment of a few others but Esther paid them no mind. Tucking her skirt neatly to her side, she sat like ladies were taught to, sideways with their dresses neatly smoothed by lithe fingers. "Brilliant, so you get the scavenger hunt item and a ride, finally, on the wyvern. Seems like a situation with benefits all around. Who else is helping you?" “I’m recruiting people at random,” Pyr said, with an unapologetic shrug. “It’s for a good cause. And it’s a long list!” Around them, one by one noble mounts and teacups alike were taken and the music grew louder; a bell rang, and the merry-go-round began to spin. Laughing, Pyr leaned forward in his wyvern and made a determined face. “Bet my wyvern’s faster than your chocobo!” he said to Esther. Laughing Esther shook her head, brown hair becoming a quick mess with the movement of the ride (not as bad as it could be but a strand ended up in her mouth for a moment- bleagh). “No way, pink chocobos are faster.” She leaned forward, playing along and not caring that in this race one was ahead for only a moment before the other overtook it; a looping circle that would only come to end when the music finished. Only then would a clear winner be determined. Except in this case there was no clear winner, the music lulling the ride to a stop; the wyvern and the chocobo came to the middle point of their circle. Head to head and not one inch ahead of the other. “This is a draw, for now.” “It was a close thing. An epic battle for the ages!” He swung his leg over the side of the wyvern and hopped off, then held out his hand. “Against the best pink-chocobo rider in recorded history.” Esther took his hand, accepting his aid in slipping down from her momentary mount, “Thank you. That was fun.” She handed her ride ticket to Pyr, “Here, you need this for your hunt right? You better win.” She was just happy to have been able to spend time with a friend. Grinning, he took the ticket and folded it neatly, then tucked it in his pocket. “You can bet I will,” he told her, laughing, and they stepped off the wheel, to make room for the next epic battle of epic mounts, the soon-to-be heroes already waiting in line. |