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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 4815822" data-attributes="member: 11146"><p>True to expectation, Ameiko Kaijitsu's buffet table, unmistakable by the Rusty Dragon placard hung at the table's head, is by far and away the most crowded table within the church's square. Ameiko's exotic hairstyle, chosen specially for the festival no doubt, hangs from the top of her head in two thick braids coiled neatly into place. The hair of both braids has been died for the day in alternating orange, white, and gold strands. The effect, while over-the-top, lends itself well to the popular tavern-owner's face, accenting her almond-shaped eyes and delicate ears. Despite Ameiko's jest, her smile is wide for all her guests, and her welcome tone invites conversation.</p><p></p><p>Ameiko Kaijitsu's buffet isn't the only table laden with delicacies. Across the packed dirt courtyard in front of the glaringly new Cathedral rest a banquet of stalls, one of which boasts a long line of townsfolk waiting their turn for a two-penny pie stuffed with slivered eel. Servers bearing trays of apple chutney and flagons of wine serve patrons seated at bench-style tables; everyone seems to eat well past their fill. Ameiko herself eyes a merchant selling <em>oranges</em>, of all things, then--forgetting Kell for the moment--quickly strides over to the orange table with an audible harumph and begins to barter with the Korvosan merchant. <em><span style="color: SandyBrown">"Such a distance you've traveled, surely these are spoilt by now? How much for this one with the bruise?"</span></em> Ameiko points to a perfect golden-globed orange with nary a spot on it. The Korvosan vendor feigns indignance and the two begin to heatedly barter.</p><p></p><p>A town of nearly all humans, and certainly not a place known to offer comfortable harbor to those through whose veins courses non-Chelaxian blood, Sandpoint--on this day, at least--revels in the festival spirit. Free of the care lines normally creasing brow and nose, the Sandpoint locals enjoy unfettered feasting and merriment. Sivan, Talashia, and Grokk find themselves the beneficiaries of several friendly nods from the fishwives bustling about the market, their baskets filled not with the day's vegetables but with frivolities: ribbon, cheap children trinkets, bits of Korvosian lace, or small lengths of cloth bought at the open-air market. </p><p></p><p>Talashia recognizes Shayliss Vinder, the younger of a pair of daughters sired by Ven Vinder, Sandpoint's general store owner-proprietor. Like her older sister Katrine, Shayliss is the apple of her father's eye. Tall for her age and dark-haired like her Chelish-blooded mother Solsta, Shayliss has greatly changed in the years since Talashia last saw her atop her father's wagon while the shopkeep made his rounds through the Hinterlands buying bits of local farmers' harvest to be offered for sale in the general store. Though younger than Talashia by perhaps six or seven summers, Shayliss has filled out in the last years, becomingly so. The lass's dark hair falls free in heavy waves well past her slender shoulders. The cut of the girl's festival dress displays considerable decolletage, and the gold locket hanging low on her chest heightens the effect of her bosom. Shayliss smiles winsomly at Talashia. <span style="color: sandybrown"><em>"Haven't see you in a long time." </em></span>The girl eyes Sivan's ample chest and stammers. <span style="color: sandybrown"><em>"I-I-I haven't seen him before. Oi!"</em></span> Deep blue eyes flash up at Sivan.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 4815822, member: 11146"] True to expectation, Ameiko Kaijitsu's buffet table, unmistakable by the Rusty Dragon placard hung at the table's head, is by far and away the most crowded table within the church's square. Ameiko's exotic hairstyle, chosen specially for the festival no doubt, hangs from the top of her head in two thick braids coiled neatly into place. The hair of both braids has been died for the day in alternating orange, white, and gold strands. The effect, while over-the-top, lends itself well to the popular tavern-owner's face, accenting her almond-shaped eyes and delicate ears. Despite Ameiko's jest, her smile is wide for all her guests, and her welcome tone invites conversation. Ameiko Kaijitsu's buffet isn't the only table laden with delicacies. Across the packed dirt courtyard in front of the glaringly new Cathedral rest a banquet of stalls, one of which boasts a long line of townsfolk waiting their turn for a two-penny pie stuffed with slivered eel. Servers bearing trays of apple chutney and flagons of wine serve patrons seated at bench-style tables; everyone seems to eat well past their fill. Ameiko herself eyes a merchant selling [I]oranges[/I], of all things, then--forgetting Kell for the moment--quickly strides over to the orange table with an audible harumph and begins to barter with the Korvosan merchant. [I][COLOR="SandyBrown"]"Such a distance you've traveled, surely these are spoilt by now? How much for this one with the bruise?"[/COLOR][/I] Ameiko points to a perfect golden-globed orange with nary a spot on it. The Korvosan vendor feigns indignance and the two begin to heatedly barter. A town of nearly all humans, and certainly not a place known to offer comfortable harbor to those through whose veins courses non-Chelaxian blood, Sandpoint--on this day, at least--revels in the festival spirit. Free of the care lines normally creasing brow and nose, the Sandpoint locals enjoy unfettered feasting and merriment. Sivan, Talashia, and Grokk find themselves the beneficiaries of several friendly nods from the fishwives bustling about the market, their baskets filled not with the day's vegetables but with frivolities: ribbon, cheap children trinkets, bits of Korvosian lace, or small lengths of cloth bought at the open-air market. Talashia recognizes Shayliss Vinder, the younger of a pair of daughters sired by Ven Vinder, Sandpoint's general store owner-proprietor. Like her older sister Katrine, Shayliss is the apple of her father's eye. Tall for her age and dark-haired like her Chelish-blooded mother Solsta, Shayliss has greatly changed in the years since Talashia last saw her atop her father's wagon while the shopkeep made his rounds through the Hinterlands buying bits of local farmers' harvest to be offered for sale in the general store. Though younger than Talashia by perhaps six or seven summers, Shayliss has filled out in the last years, becomingly so. The lass's dark hair falls free in heavy waves well past her slender shoulders. The cut of the girl's festival dress displays considerable decolletage, and the gold locket hanging low on her chest heightens the effect of her bosom. Shayliss smiles winsomly at Talashia. [COLOR="sandybrown"][I]"Haven't see you in a long time." [/I][/COLOR]The girl eyes Sivan's ample chest and stammers. [COLOR="sandybrown"][I]"I-I-I haven't seen him before. Oi!"[/I][/COLOR] Deep blue eyes flash up at Sivan. [/QUOTE]
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