Caught Up In the Madness
All around town fliers went up announcing the latest iteration of the annual Duel of Swords: Madness event was coming soon. Children played around these stickered, stapled, and taped walls with the notices of the event on a day that was somewhat more suitable for playing than others had been. Today felt nice, actually. This day felt like a foretelling of summer days to come with additional frolicking and game-playing. Walking past these children were a large man and beautiful young woman side by side, drawing some attention to themselves from vendors and passer-byes with their unique appearances.
The man wore a giant axe on his back of a faded gold color; a giant bejeweled ruby smoothly in its center like a crystal ball, and not unlike the size of one, either. His black flowing cape even failing to conceal it as it spanned past even the man's impressive shoulder length. He briefly glanced at these people before stopping to see what the cause of a tear of paper had been. ?...??
?Daark~! Look at this~? the young woman demanded, putting the flier for the Madness Tournament in his face. The man's unarmored fingers arose to distance the thing far enough to be able to focus appropriately on: a swords tournament. ?What do you say ~ Come on. It'll be fun~!!? hop, hop. Dyarhk cast look to those who still saw their presence as unusual, warding their eyes off with such a glance of his own before coming back to the eager childlike woman before him.
?I thought you didn't like it here Seiri, in Rhy'Din...?
?Pleease... ~ that was the past. I didn't know these pansies actually did any real fighting. It should be fun! I'm putting our names down. ~? she hopskotch-like skipped on ahead, happy as can be. ? ? No ? no, wait.!? he called, but to no avail. His reaching hand for her did no good but to broadcast his disapproval of such an idea. She was eager to get back into shape with new workouts, diets, and anything to lose the baby fat she did not have but insisted she did. Dyarhk sighed, doing one final look around, pleading for something pleasant to take his mind off what entering this tournament might be like. He knew Rhy'Din had capable fighters and then some. Instead, what he saw was a few ball-playing children looking up at him and working up the courage to ask something of a seemingly great importance.
?Can we see your axe?? the closest boy asked.
Dyarhk made an uninterested face at him, ?...No, now beat it.? shooing the boys along, turning to follow the trail of the woman making cuter her athletic tennis shoes by jumping about in them. She sure couldn't act her age, he thought happily.
All around town fliers went up announcing the latest iteration of the annual Duel of Swords: Madness event was coming soon. Children played around these stickered, stapled, and taped walls with the notices of the event on a day that was somewhat more suitable for playing than others had been. Today felt nice, actually. This day felt like a foretelling of summer days to come with additional frolicking and game-playing. Walking past these children were a large man and beautiful young woman side by side, drawing some attention to themselves from vendors and passer-byes with their unique appearances.
The man wore a giant axe on his back of a faded gold color; a giant bejeweled ruby smoothly in its center like a crystal ball, and not unlike the size of one, either. His black flowing cape even failing to conceal it as it spanned past even the man's impressive shoulder length. He briefly glanced at these people before stopping to see what the cause of a tear of paper had been. ?...??
?Daark~! Look at this~? the young woman demanded, putting the flier for the Madness Tournament in his face. The man's unarmored fingers arose to distance the thing far enough to be able to focus appropriately on: a swords tournament. ?What do you say ~ Come on. It'll be fun~!!? hop, hop. Dyarhk cast look to those who still saw their presence as unusual, warding their eyes off with such a glance of his own before coming back to the eager childlike woman before him.
?I thought you didn't like it here Seiri, in Rhy'Din...?
?Pleease... ~ that was the past. I didn't know these pansies actually did any real fighting. It should be fun! I'm putting our names down. ~? she hopskotch-like skipped on ahead, happy as can be. ? ? No ? no, wait.!? he called, but to no avail. His reaching hand for her did no good but to broadcast his disapproval of such an idea. She was eager to get back into shape with new workouts, diets, and anything to lose the baby fat she did not have but insisted she did. Dyarhk sighed, doing one final look around, pleading for something pleasant to take his mind off what entering this tournament might be like. He knew Rhy'Din had capable fighters and then some. Instead, what he saw was a few ball-playing children looking up at him and working up the courage to ask something of a seemingly great importance.
?Can we see your axe?? the closest boy asked.
Dyarhk made an uninterested face at him, ?...No, now beat it.? shooing the boys along, turning to follow the trail of the woman making cuter her athletic tennis shoes by jumping about in them. She sure couldn't act her age, he thought happily.