The dark haired girl doubled over laughing, almost losing her balance atop her tall perch. Just as she would come to the brink of regaining her composure, she'd look down upon the street again and burst out laughing once more, voice ringing out over the commotion.
Crabs. It was brilliant.
When the question was posed Azure answered without hesitation, struggling with her giggles for a full breath of air. "Please! By the gods, do it!" And the ball was already in the air, joining the wonderful mess. It looked like it would only graze the stacks of small, delicate boxes that filled the cart. Then, as if guided by a mischievous spirit, it hit the stack at just the right angle, crashing amid the wares and sending a cloud of color up into the air. The vendor's collection of pigments and dyes appeared to blow up in colorful smoke.
Now there was no escaping it. The market was in an uproar.
"I think we've decorated it." The songbird turned to Melita, mirth glowing in auburn eyes. She caught sight of Fangorn, a vine's throw away from the safety of the rooftop. Azure put a foot up on the terrace railing and prepared to push off. With a grin, she took off her pennant shawl and separated its threads. She threw them freely onto the street, one by one, like a performer throwing roses back at an adoring audience. "I think we've done what we can for the people, don't you?"
Satisfied, she chuckled and turned back to her partner in crime. "There's a low roof you two can scale down from." She spoke over the noise of the street and nodded northward, where vibrant buildings wound deeper into the city. "You just have to make it across to the roof of that yellow house, and then go right across the terrace. You'll see it from there." Glancing down at their festival decorations, she saw that someone had pointed them out to the large courier. "Can you make it?"
Crabs. It was brilliant.
When the question was posed Azure answered without hesitation, struggling with her giggles for a full breath of air. "Please! By the gods, do it!" And the ball was already in the air, joining the wonderful mess. It looked like it would only graze the stacks of small, delicate boxes that filled the cart. Then, as if guided by a mischievous spirit, it hit the stack at just the right angle, crashing amid the wares and sending a cloud of color up into the air. The vendor's collection of pigments and dyes appeared to blow up in colorful smoke.
Now there was no escaping it. The market was in an uproar.
"I think we've decorated it." The songbird turned to Melita, mirth glowing in auburn eyes. She caught sight of Fangorn, a vine's throw away from the safety of the rooftop. Azure put a foot up on the terrace railing and prepared to push off. With a grin, she took off her pennant shawl and separated its threads. She threw them freely onto the street, one by one, like a performer throwing roses back at an adoring audience. "I think we've done what we can for the people, don't you?"
Satisfied, she chuckled and turned back to her partner in crime. "There's a low roof you two can scale down from." She spoke over the noise of the street and nodded northward, where vibrant buildings wound deeper into the city. "You just have to make it across to the roof of that yellow house, and then go right across the terrace. You'll see it from there." Glancing down at their festival decorations, she saw that someone had pointed them out to the large courier. "Can you make it?"
Azure
