Who: Dustfinger and Del What: Striking a friendship, perhaps? When: Tonight Warnings: Long Haired, Shirtless Paul Bettany is hot.
He pulled his shirt off, folded it neatly and set it down in his bag at the same time he withdrew a bottle that appeared to be full os sparkling glitter. He drank from the bottle, but didn't swallow. He held the sparkles in his mouth, his cheeks puffed which only made the scars that marked his left eye more prominant. Seeming to hold his breath, he removed two items from the bag, and replaced the bottle deep inside. The items were small torches attached to chains, which he wrapped around his hands.
Blowing out his cheeks, fire erupte from his lips the way one might imagine fire came from the mouths of dragos, curling upward into a glowing fireball. Dustfinger lifted first one, then the other torch to the flame, setting the ends to flame. Heaning back tot he point he looked like he might topple backward, his arms began to move in a well calculated move, twirling the torches in the air in a delightful show of concentration and skill.
Perhaps unnoticed among the crowd, a small horned marten named Gwin made his way from person to person, seeking out treasures to steal. Each item he lifted off an unsuspecting onlooker was dropped into Dustfinger's bag along side the bottle of glitter at the precice moment Dustfinger breathed out a new fire ball, flames climbing upward as if to reach the stars, while the man performed his act, dancing among the flame of his torches.
When he'd blown all the fire from his mouth, he slowed his motion, and snuffed the torches out quickly and quietly, bowing before the gathered crowd. He was exhausted, sweat beading his forhead and rolling down his back and chest. Dustfinger wiped his hand across his brow as he stood, turning to his bag to return the torches to their place.