You know when the fireworks starts it means the start of the Summer! Come on down to the beach to watch the show, eat some summer food, take a dip in the ocean, and just converse with other islanders!

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Rowan started her trek from the inn to the beach this morning, oddly getting up earlier than usual. What was she doing, getting up so early? Well, today was the fireworks festival! Considering she had missed the festival at the beach for the past few years, she decided that this year would be different. She got up earlier on purpose so that she would be sure not to miss the start of the festival, and if she didn’t miss the start of the festival then there would be no reason for her to miss the actual fireworks! Granted, she never missed the fireworks during this festival every year. Usually she would just keep to herself and walk around town; she would happen to see the fireworks shooting off in the distance.

She reached the beach in a timely manner; the first thing she made sure to do when she arrived was to find a good spot to sit her stuff down. She chose a spot closer to the water, but far enough away to avoid the tide. Rowan placed her bag down and bent over to rummage through her things to find her beach blanket. She brought it out and unfolded it before laying it down on the sand, careful not to get much sand on it. Her flip flops were removed and placed on the bottom two corners of the blanket; her bag was moved to the top right corner (to hold it down).

Everything looked to be in place! A smile appeared on her face and she sat down on the blanket, the feeling of the sun’s rays warming her (rather pale) skin. Rowan reached into her bag and pulled out some sunblock, before she started to apply it to her skin. After finishing one arm, she looked around the beach area to see if anyone else had arrived yet. Hmm… there seemed to be no one. This was the correct day of the festival… right?

As he had just arrived to the island, back from the farthest trip of his life, Theodore didn't really know where to go and what to do around. He had read around that a festival was about to go, a fireworks one. He couldn't help himself but look forward to it. He couldn't help himself but think of them as a giant animated light-bright game that he lost control over. Sparkles going on and off and on and off for as long as it felt. The technicians behind the whole scenery were simply sky artists, meddling with your eyes for some time.

He didn't know what dragged him so early to the festival, it was still clear as day and he really hated water and sun. Summer sure was beautiful for its natural aspects, greens, clear blue sky and, of course, the freshest finest oranges. Nothing was as juicy and fulfilling as those, at least for Theodore. Biting into one felt like biting a unicorn steak. Bad example. He had passed through the market to get a few of these bright fruits before coming to the beach, as well as buying an umbrella so he wouldn't have to die from ignition due to deadly sun rays.

By coming so soon, he thought he'd be able to be alone and have THE prime spot for the show. He was wrong, someone had come way earlier than he did, she was already all set up and had the best spot to see the whole show. Right next to the water, far enough from the tide, in the middle. Just by looking in front of her she would have the joy two have double the brightness from the sparkly missiles thrown towards space.

Even though it was a bit against his nature, he decided he did want the best spot as well. As he approached, he noticed something quite disturbing. Her pink hair was somewhat of a shock to him. Not that he had never seen such hair, but he knew he'd lose his marbles if he even tried to come close. A fight begun in his head, either he would have a slightly worse spot to look at what he loved the most, darkness and fire sparks, to look at, making not have to confront the lady or he would have to confront the hair but have a spectacular show. Either way, he was at a loss, what a dilemna.

''You're a man now, Theodore... you can face people... right?'' he said, as he replaced his mask, so it wouldn't fall off. After a minute, he had arrived closer to the girl, his heart was racing furiously, he started to feel the summer heat ; the warmth from the hot sand didn't even compare. Without even a single world, he swiftly planted his umbrella about 2 meters away from Rowan's zone and sat under the covers of the shadow without saying a single word and trying to keep her out of his field of vision.

Nonetheless, he felt that it would be very rude to simply ignore the person next to him and he decided to give her a glance, waiting for eye contact. Obviously, the 'eye contact' we're talking about ain't the one we're used to, as Theodore was, as usual, wearing his prized mask. As he got the eye contact he desired, he shyly raised his hand, as a polite salutation. His nerves were probably starting to rot out from panic at this point.

Her eyes finished scanning the area, and she soon started to apply sunblock into the other arm. Maybe the festival started a little bit later, and she was just simply very… early? Yeah, she would go with that. Because there were tables set up with food and whatnot, so… wait. She could have been crashing someone’s party. Oh no. That definitely was not good. Maybe she could play it off like she was meant to be there. Yeah, that should work…

As she was finishing putting sunblock on her legs, she heard a sound. Her head jerked to the side to see a person putting their umbrella down. Whew. Well, at least she wasn’t the only one crashing a party, then. She turned her face back toward the ocean, watching the waves move back and forth, and soon enough she finished putting her sunblock on. Perfect. Rowan placed the bottle back into her bag and moved her sunglasses from the top of her head, to the bridge of her nose.

She had sat there for a while, not really paying much attention to the other person at the beach. The sun’s rays felt as though they might have been penetrating through the layers of sunblock on her skin. This might have been good, considering she was in desperate need of a tan… or, well, more of a glow. After a little while, Rowan felt as if someone were… looking at her. She turned her face and lifted her glasses, only to see the man raise his hand. But that wasn’t the weird part.

The weird part was this: he was wearing a mask. Her blue eyes widened a bit. Now, the first thing that should have popped into Rowan’s mind was: “Oh no, he might be weird.” But, this wasn’t the case. Rowan was more concerned with the possibility that she was lacking the appropriate wear for the festival. Was she supposed to wear a mask too? When had she missed this memo? There were so many questions that had no answers. But Rowan lifted her hand as well, smiled, and made a small wave.

Well this is awkward. The stress at its summum, should he really be there so early, next to a girl with the almighty pinkish hair? The masked man, as he finally got the eye contact couldn't say a word. Hell, his whole body was paralyzed by some kind of inner devilish works of his obsessions. In another dimension, this could've been a smooth day at the beach, but not today. Struggling to even say something, Theodore found himself curving his whole body around his knees, surrounding his knees with his arms.

She was so beautiful, so pale. Theodore loved pale persons, not a big fan of tan and doritos flavored skin. For second, he thought she was spoiling her own body, but that was just his own opinion on women. He dared to look at her again. He felt a chill run down his whole body, tingles in his toes. He hated the feeling, but he had to know her name somehow. As typical from his, he took out his notepad, wrote down a few words and shyly brought it up to the girl.

''Hello. My name is Theodore Grave, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've just arrived in town.'' The note had a very particular handwritten ; very clean, very systematic, but most of all, very well written, anyone could read this with ease. As soon as the note was handed, Theodore got back to his orignial position, the compact ball of shyness under his umbrella. It felt so weird speaking to people this way, but he had no choice, his voice wasn't under his control.

She let her hand fall when she saw him curl up, as if he were trying to hide himself. Did she do something wrong? A small frown settled on her lips as she began to think of reasons why he would act like that. She had bathed that morning, so that wasn’t an option. Did she look weird? Rowan clasped her hands together and let them fall onto the blanket. She slowly looked away from him, thinking that would have been the best option. He was kind of creepy, though she didn’t want to generalize him. Maybe he was a nice guy.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw some movement going on. When she turned her head, her blue eyes caught onto a piece of paper, which was being handed to her via the masked man. She smiled politely and gently took the paper, being careful not to tear it or anything. Her eyes scanned the paper. Oh! Was he a mute? This didn’t mean that she had to write back, right? She didn’t have any writing utensil on her…

Rowan looked over at the man with a small smile plastered onto her face. She wanted to be nice to the guy, regardless of his rather… eccentric demeanor. “Oh… really?” she questioned, not really looking for an answer. “My name is Rowan… it’s nice to meet you as well.” She spoke in her normal soft tone, but it seemed even softer when she was speaking with him. She stretched and handed the paper back to him, seeing as he could use it again if he deemed it necessary.

Lin stopped just outside the little gathering of people, and left his sandals sideways in the sand. Night was falling on the beach, and the monk gingerly stepped through tiny dunes, all collapsing and reforming under his bare feet. There were only a few others present, two in particular: a girl with flowing pink hair and, oddly enough, a masked man. Lin sat on his knees and exhaled, trying to find his center as he breathed in the thick salt-air of the sea. The island was idyllic enough from here, its beaches clean, its skies clear. He closed his eyes, hearing only the lapping of the waves, and focused on nothing at all.

After a moment he fidgeted and opened a single eye, turning it towards the two he'd noticed before. The man in the mask was staring fixedly at the pink-haired girl, with a sort of intensity that made Lin uncomfortable. The monk's head perked up, and he watched them for a while. The girl finally noticed, and they began to chat. Lin's head drooped down again, and he looked away.

The man resembled him in posture, if not in dress. The mask he wore was eerily featureless, pale and colorless as the sand. The girl's hair was the contrast, bubblegum pink and draping her pale face. She was pretty- but unremarkably so. Something about the scene unsettled Lin, but he remained in half-meditation, head facing the sea, which was really no meditation at all.

His usual ways worked again. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to write everything down after all. He would probably be able to open up, maybe by the begining of the fireworks festival. If she had been a male, that would've been much easier though. The opposite gender just gave him trouble, no matter how he tried to approach his new acquaintances. He took the piece of paper back and put it in his white shirt's front pocket.

He really like the way she spoke as well, he loved people that had soft calm tones and weren't so straightfoward. It could really be a pain for his interlocutor if they were impatient and waited for his answers, as they wouldn't come quickly compared to a vocal person. Rowan, to him, was a masculine name, like the well known Rowan Atkinson, the legendary Mr. Bean, of course.

Although she replied to him, she didn't advance the conversation, didn't ask anything about his mask or his excentric looks. That was unusual, but very respectful of hers not to ask right away about why he was wearing this tinted piece of wood on his face. He did wanna know a bit more about her, his curiosity was simply dying to know more. He started writing again, as swiftly as usual On a new piece of paper, as his thoughts needed more than just the back of the previous note.

''Are you here for the upcoming Fireworks Festival? I'm really looking forward to it. I've heard Saffron Island's pyrotechnicians were really great to give a good show. I just hope it won't be too crowded.

He went to sit a little bit closer to the lady, about at arm's reach, without leaving his shadow sanctuary to give her the note. When she took it, he didn't curl up again, his arms were stretched out behind him to hold his body. He didn't look as gloomy as he did before, with his body all curved up forward, it was a good sign, but he still felt the pressure from being so close from someone. Just imagine if she'd touch him.

i heard the wind say this morning "be still my heart,"
s v a a t s i | c o r r i a n d e r

"Come on, Svaatsi... you promised me a good seat. This is our make-up date, anyway." Corri whined, tugging on her (once again?) beau's arm. He yawned tiredly, sprawled across their couch. Something was odd about the whole situation: yeah, he had wanted to apologize, but when did her passing out in his bed become him apologizing? Maybe it was the aspirin and water he had left out for her, who knew. The point was, he hadn't authorized this makeup, yet he was along for the ride.

"Keep your pants on, Corri," he said, yawning. "We'll get going in a second." He said, and then grinned, glancing up at her, but decided to curb his pants-off comment. He didn't need to start another fight. She only sighed and went off into the belly of the ship to gather the things they needed: a blanket, a light jacket for herself, a lantern for when they walked back. By the time she returned, Svaatsi was up, stretching himself out, ready to leave.

"Alright then, Corrikat. Lead the way." He said with a wink, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they made their way out, up the staircase. He went down the ladder first, spotted her down, and they both made their way to the beach -- through the rest of the woods, up the sloping hills, back through the town. It was a lot of walking.
"They should really invest in a bus system... my ankle's hurting," Corri said to Svaatsi during their trek. Silently, he hoisted her up onto his back and piggybacked the rest of the way. He didn't want to admit it, but he was growing increasingly nervous as he approached the festival. What kind of a night was this going to be, anyway? Fireworks seemed like a good friendly thing to watch together, as friends, in a friendly atmosphere, sharing friend-food and talking about friendly subjects. But he just wanted to be friends right now. It was possible Corri wanted more, he could never tell with her until it was too late, and it was rapidly approaching too late.

His boots hit sand and he lowered Corriander down, "Sorry old girl, you're gonna have to walk the rest. Think you can manage?" She punched him in the arm for the old girl comment but nodded -- of course she could. They shed their boots and followed the dunes down to a surprisingly empty festival. Much more empty than the flower festival that Svaatsi had enjoyed just days before... where are the chicks? Literally no one here looked familiar. He only frowned a bit, but it was a better situation in the long run. Less people to judge him if he had to break a heart tonight.

Corriander led the way, choosing a spot just to the left of the center; closer to the crowd than away. She didn't want Svaatsi to get the wrong idea: this wasn't a date. Firework-watching was a good friendly thing to do together, as friends, in a friendly atmosphere, sharing friend-food and talking about friendly subjects. Maybe they could make other friends here. Shaking out their blanket, the girl plopped down exhaustedly, rubbing the scar on her ankle lightly as she glanced around. There were only three other people -- an older man in the back, he seemed oddly focused, didn't even blink when they arrived. There was a girl directly in the center, a pretty thing with bright pink hair.
How odd, Corri thought.
She's cute, Svaatsi surmised.

And then Corri saw him: the masked dude from before. The more Corri had thought about their meeting, and the more she told Svaatsi, the more uneasy she had become. I mean, what the hell was with that mask? And he was friendly, sure, but... something was just... off. She was all about second chances, sometimes even third, fourth and fifth ones (see: Svaatsi Uutsi), but she wasn't so sure. She needed some kind of safety mechanism, and decided to turn to light. She attempted to light their lantern just to realize -- oh, no matches.

"Svaatsi, do you have a light?" She asked, but he shook his head, glancing from her to the tickle-me-pink lady before him.
"I'll ask though," he said, sights on Rowan. He could've hit up the dudes, but chances are they'd have a lighter, and he didn't want to talk to them anyway. Not with women around. "Hey, random question. You wouldn't happen to have some matches or something? Lighter?" He questioned. "And have we met before? You're really pretty. I don't think I'd forget you, but you never know." Eh, a bit garbled, but he could feel Corri's eyes boring holes into his back.

"Guys," she muttered, already exhausted with him. She'd get the lighter herself. Coming around the back way, she approached Lin, not really wanting to bother him.
"Hey... uhm, `scuse me? Do you have a matchbook? Or a lighter? We forgot ours in the ship."

"i age by years at the mention of your name"
tag: rowan | tag: lin

It was actually rather interesting the way they were communicating, even though his mask was more than a tad creepy. But she wasn’t raised to be rude or cold toward people; even though her thoughts were saying to stay away, she could hear her father speaking something like: “You never know a person ‘til you actually get to know them.” Father always did know best. He wrote something else down and gave to her, which she took and read. Oh, it seemed that he was trying to make conversation, even though it was rather weird to be communicating like that.

She looked back toward him, only to see that he had scooted closer. He seemed more relaxed, but it did not put her at ease to see him so close. The mask is what got to her. If he didn’t wear the thing, she would’ve been more talkative. Well, maybe. “Um… yes. This is the first time I’m going to watch them… on the beach.” Her smile grew a bit, thoughts of the flashing, loud lights in her head. What would they look like from here? Oh, it was all so exciting!

Rowan passed the piece of paper back to the man. Then she heard some other sort of noise. When she turned her head, she concluded that the noise was indeed other people approaching the beach. Well, more like approaching the area near her. She should have thought before that sitting so close to all of the fireworks action meant that more people were going to be around her. But, then again, if she had not chosen to sit where she did then chances are the fireworks wouldn’t have been such a nice sight to see.

Just as she was turning her head back toward the ocean, a voice spoke up and it seemed directed at her. She turned her head, blue eyes immediately locking onto the man who was talking to her. He asked for a lighter, which she did not have. Though, as she was opening her mouth to answer the man, he began to speak again. Something about… oh my goddess, about her being pretty? She could feel her cheeks begin to burn, “Uhm… no, I do not have any of those… and, uh… no. I don’t believe we’ve met.” She flashed a small sort of smile at him, but not her usual one – it was more of an embarrassed smile. And trust me, she was embarrassed.

Lin kept an eye on the pink-haired girl as another man joined the struggle for her affections. The masked man kept scooting closer and closer in his nervousness, almost electric in the way he was glaring. This new man was tall and thick, excessively muscular, a man of action, clearly. Action before thought, likely. He was wrapped in a tattered blue coat that struck Lin as anachronistic, and then the monk realized his own clothes were equally out of place. The man ogled the pink-haired girl, much to the dismay of the masked man. Lin considered picking up the nearest piece of driftwood and striking everyone close to the girl until they stopped moving. Hand on a plank, the monk was stopped by a young blonde approaching from behind him. He cocked his head, fingers loosening on the sand-spattered log.

"Hey... uhm, `scuse me? Do you have a matchbook? Or a lighter? We forgot ours in the ship."

The monk's eyebrow raised. We? He gave another glance to the strapping man, ...wiggling, obscenely, as he flirted. Lin clucked. Your fellow seems to be making sparks just fine on his own- that was the thought, but the blonde had a kind of innocence, a kind of earnestness that held his tongue back. Lin opened his mouth to say no, but elected to keep the girl's attention until the man she came in with was done... peacocking.

"Hold on, miss. I..." He mock searched through the pockets in his black robe, brushing some of the sand off as he did. "I thought..." After a moment, he shook his head. "I'm sorry, no. I don't. But," before she could turn away, he continued. "Excuse me, I'm new here. Just made it off the boat minutes ago, actually. I don't really know the town very well, and if you could..." A brief eye to the man. Still chatting. "Look at me, how rude. I'm Lin Ji." The monk finally stood and bowed deeply. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

It was already getting pretty crowded, Theodore had no envy to be surrounded by folks so quickly. He would probably dash off before there were too many people, find some place else, even if he'd have to miss a part of the upcoming show. Fireworks were exceptionnal, he had seen only two or three instances of them so far in his life, or so he recalled. One of them had been rather unimpressive, lasting a simple five minutes in China, but it wasn't a town event, just a bunch of kids trying to blow up stuff for the first time.

As the tough man approached, he felt even more nervous, why was he approaching him, he thought, he hadn't done anything to get any attention, right? Sure, he was wearing his mask in public, but he had done so for the past couple years. It would've been much worse if he hadn't. Ah, how people could judge you on appearances was somewhat absurd for our poor masked man. At least, if he got in trouble, he was uncatchable, Theodore, first place on the podium on 100m, 200m, 400m, marathon. No one knew why he was running so fast, but boy did he run. Especially if he was in a troublesome situation.

Svaatsi didn't seem to be mean at all, some kind of typical womanizer, Theodore guessed. As he had no romantic interests, he really didn't feel any kind of threat coming from the man. Besides, his intention were quite puerile, complimenting, playing the charm card. The masked man simply went back farther under his umbrella, letting the two lovebirds at it. He wouldn't have been able to say anything to any of them, unless it was a one on one.

Alone again, his nerves got time to calm down. He glanced behind him to see that the girl he had seen earlier had come too. A familiar face, that helped the stress down a bit. At least, if he needed anything, or help, he could always go ask her. As he got back to his initial position, he curved himself into a shyball again, leaning his head against his shoulder, before the start of the show. He'd have to wait another time to speak to Rowan, if he ever ran into her again.

While waiting, he got an orange out and started to peel it, couldn't wait to eat some juicy goodness. He also took out a box of matches out of the bag he had brought and put them towards the lovebirds, with a note saying. ''You can keep them.''

Thom was practically jumping with excitement. A festival! Oh what perfect timing for his arrival onto the island! This was going to be perfect, it had to be. It would no doubt be the only festival he was going to be able to observe as a complete stranger... Except this really wan't much of a festival. Thom frowned down at the beach where there seemed to be only a few people. He was pretty sure the firework festival had been described as "really popular". Surely this isn't what they had meant...

He dug a small notebook from his pocket, and reached for the pen he kept tucked behind his ear. He made a small note on the page: The word "Popular" is apparently different to islanders". Content with his short note, he returned the notebook to his pocket. There were two things he could do, the first would be for him to stand around the outskirts of the beach, watching like some sort of creepy dude. The second, which he chose to do, was to just join the crowed. It was his best bet for looking like he was just a new guy on the island, come to watch the fireworks. Not some guy who was studying everyone. He found a spot relatively close to the few people who were on the beach, close enough to make conversation if he needed, and settled himself down into the sand. A quick look around showed... five people. Two women, two men, not counting himself. One was wearing a mask, so he couldn't be certain of the gender, but the build of the mans body suggested he was male. How strange this all was, Thom mused.

i heard the wind say this morning "be still my heart,"
s v a a t s i | c o r r i a n d e r
Operation: Flirt With The Pink Chick was in motion, and Svaatsi figured he was succeeding. She didn't have a lighter, which he didn't really care about? Why was Corriander so hung up on that stupid lantern anyway? She did realize that she'd just have it all drowned out by the fireworks, and that she'd be wasting oil. And she was the one always complaining about wasting supplies. She's a weird one, he thought to himself, smirking a little. He did like the weird ones.
Which brings our attention back to the girl with the pink hair. She was blushing a few shades lighter than the brilliant hue of her hair, a small sheepish smile on her face. Signs of a shy girl who didn't get hit on often -- he could hardly believe that. Even though they had just met now it was clear she had some sort of popularity factor: Svaatsi could see the masked dude from Corriander's past scribbling out notes and passing them to her.
"That's a shame," He said with an unapologetic grin. "I'd like to remedy that. My name is Svaatsi Uutsi." His name seemed to pull him up like a string, sitting up straight, head held high, "I pilot the airship Tesseract." And there came the ship. Corriander could overhear that bit and rolled her eyes, she nearly wanted to scream Yeah, the airship he ran into the ground, but decided against it... let the man have some fun.
"So, what's your name, sugar?" He asked, holding his hand out to take hers. He had no intention of a typical shake.

The next step of Operation: Flirt With The Pink Chick was interrupted though, by the masked man to her other side. Oh, that's right -- they had been conversing, Corriander had said something about writing things down instead of talking. Gave her a headache or something; Svaatsi knew it was her hangover. Well, he hadn't mean to swoop in on his girl, but he seemed bound and determined to not let it get to him -- even offering a gift: matches. And a note -- you can keep them. Svaatsi nodded, raising the matches to him.

"Hey Corri!" He shouted. "Got your matches!" he said, pelting them at her. Lovingly. "Thanks pal. Y'know, my... friend told me about you," he said, addressing Theodore. "No need to be so shy. Got a weird thing goin' on with that mask, but we all got somethin' weird right? Stop hiding under that umbrella -- come out and enjoy the festival."


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Corriander sighed -- yeah, this wasn't a date or anything, but really? Hitting on the only other female in the vicinity? Sure, she was pretty, but she was almost positive that Svaatsi would've done it even if it was a bearded hag. She didn't know why she thought this was going to work, or why she thought it was a good idea. He always did this. Different day, same Svaatsi.
Guys, she murmurred, getting up. She didn't want to deal with him -- maybe something a bit more normal would calm her down, but her choices were kind of slim. She could've bursted between Svaatsi and his new object of attention, had some girl time... but, nah. Or maybe chat up Theodore again... nah.
That left her with the quiet dude in the back. A man of the cloth. Well, he was different, but it might give her a bit of solace while her ex-flame went about flashing his muscles and pride.
"Hey... uhm, `scuse me? Do you have a matchbook? Or a lighter? We forgot ours in the ship." She asked him, once she was closer. He had a focused, slightly grim face, man, what was it with the people around here and their angry little faces. This dude, Theodore's mask, the doctors office... this place needed some damn sunshine.
Hold on, miss. I... Oh! Maybe he did have one. Well, that could bring another form of relief. She'd go over there, light that lantern, and then engorge herself on festival foods until her bellybutton wanted to pop out. Nothing quite like food therapy -- I thought... I'm sorry, no. I don't.
"Oh, no sweat," She said, feeling the phantom taste of ice cream drain out of her mouth. She got ready to turn back to their blanket and endure the embarrassment. But, He said, and she turned around, glancing over her shoulder at him; he went on to explain how he was literally fresh off the boat. New in town, just like her! Sure, she had a few weeks ahead of him, but she still felt new. It was hard to get a good tour here.
"Corriander Cavanaugh," she said, and skipped the bow for a good handshake instead. She didn't want to insult him or anything, but she figured they'd all just do their own thing. "Nice to meet you, too." Handshake complete, she slipped her hands into her pockets -- she could hear Svaatsi over her shoulder: I'm the captain of the airship Tesseract. Her eyes rolled hard enough to pop out of her face. He always did this, and she could barely contain her annoyance. Time to focus on something else.
"New in town, right?" She asked again, just to clarify. "Where are you--" your name, sugar? She couldn't possibly finish her sentence without an exasperated growl lacing the end, "-- ...where are you from originally?" She wasn't interrupted this time, but there were only a few seconds before her sentence ended and the back of her skull was assaulted with a small box of matches. She took a quick breath, rubbing the back of her head.

"He's charming, isn't he?" She muttered, sarcasm practically pouring out her mouth.


"i age by years at the mention of your name"
tag: rowan, theodore | tag: lin

People usually never spoke to her, so… why was it different all of a sudden? The man noted how it was a shame that they had never met, but he planned to fix it. This only meant that he was going to introduce himself, of course. But, along with that introduction came an exclamation how he piloted… an airship? Rowan had no clue what that was, but it sounded pretty cool. “Oh… an airship,” she said, making it seem as though she might have known what it was. Then he did what was expected of a lot of people making typical greetings: he asked for her name. She shifted, and smiled a slightly bigger smile at him. “My name is Rowan,” she said, her blush slightly dying down.

He held out his hand, and a look on uncertainty settled on her face. She lifted her hand, her face holding another smile, and took his hand in hers. Though, the look on his face seemed distracted. What had happened? Rowan turned her head only to see a box of matches laying there. The man – Svaatsi – picked up the matches and seemed pretty grateful. Rowan winced – the sudden loudness of Svaatsi’s voice made her tense up. Though, she still turned her head toward the direction in which Svaatsi’s voice was thrown. So that other woman was Corri. That sounded like a pretty name.

Her attention was directed back and she seemed to be in the middle of Svaatsi attempting to talk with the masked man. He seemed to have good intentions, and Rowan thought nothing else of it. Now, when would the fireworks start?