Young, dumb, and broke [festival]

Her blue eyes lit up at the sight of him, and within moments, she was up close and personal, though he didn’t back off, only chuckling with some bemusement at her admiration of his garb, one ear swiveling back as a brow-point perked skyward.

He didn’t miss her words, and he chuckled softly again as she stepped back and took a longer look at him. He studied her as well, taking in the markings once more, even as his scent caught on her nose and she confirmed the suspicion he was forming.

His tail flourished in the air, a gesture of delight at finding yet another cousin, and nodded as he introduced “I’m Cairo, of Valhalla, and it's great to meet another cousin. My mother was Gwenevere Adravendi. Which was your parent—or grandparent?”

He tossed his head back toward Amella’s stall as he added, “And my dress armor was partially Amella’s help. She’s one of the Nomads and doubles as a seamstress when her healing skills aren’t needed, and she gave me some suggestions while I made this. She helped wit the fabrics, too, and the sewing. If you don’t have any thing of material to trade, she may offer a commission of service in return for the garmentry.”

He turned, offering Elise a nonverbal chance to introduce herself to the Nomad seamstress.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think