Roleplay

[columns][center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=9364496] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/93645/9364496_350.png[/img] [/url][/center][nextcol]@RedOptics @Adalina @ShadowChaser @CitrineRose ((Sorry for the late reply guys! But I like the way things are going already! Also, if you guys would rather I not include Nelke's image in the occasional post please let me know!))[/columns] Nelke yawned sleepily as he wandered around the bustling marketplace of the lower castes, taking in the assortment of sights and smells in the busy place. He was up at a ridiculous hour that morning for training with his combat tutor and his legs still hurt from it all. However rather than sleep until the sun came up as he so desperately wanted, after his training the young Wildclaw shed all of his usual jewelry and adornments and immediately set out for the marketplace. Though he had nothing else to do that day, his parents were hosting a garden party. And there was nothing that Nelke wanted less than to listen to his families stuck-up friends complain about how 'slovenly' and unsophisticated' their servants were and hear them brag about their new wings silks for the hundredth time. So Nelke found himself wandering the market, his beloved rose furs and silks replaced with rougher, darker garb and a hood that hopefully hid his distinctive markings - on the rare chance that any Elites were around. He had browsed the market for a while and decided to stop for breakfast at a dusty little stall that smelt deliciously of spices, owned by an enthusiastic Tundra that convinced Nelke to buy some of every type of type of dried meat he sold. Though the young Wildclaw wasn't nearly that hungry, he had money to burn and the Tundra, likely an Imperial or an upstart Laborer, could make more use of it then he ever could. As Nelke left the stall, clutching the bag of meat that would be his breakfast, he swore he heard a commotion in the market. Flaring his crest in curiosity, the bright pink dragon weaved between stalls, trying to find the source of the commotion. When he finally arrived in a more open part of the market, he saw dragons dispersing back to their stalls and tasks. Wondering what he had missed he glanced around and spotted two darkly colored dragons talking in the middle of the path. As he walked over to the two the Guardian turned to leave, her crystalline scales shimmering beautifully in the light. Approaching the other dragon, Nelke noticed she was carrying something large on her back, and upon closer inspection was surprised to see what looked like a dead Skydancer. [b]"Hello."[/b] He purred, bowing his head in greeting. [b]"Do you need any assistance with...that?"[/b] He offered charmingly, gesturing over at the gaunt-looking Skydancer. The poor thing didn't look awfully heavy but Nelke needed an excuse to ask about it.

@Saluki @RedOptics @CitrineRose @Adalina @ShadowChaser [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/185195/18519427_350.png[/img] Cheese fluttered over the Marketplace, flapping about in the sky. Her head bobbed along to the music in her head as she slowly landed and lightly skipped through the marketplace. Why? For the other day, her friend took her to a concert! For a Laborer as herself, being even allowed into the concert hall was shocking enough, but sitting in the front row? Ah, the music she heard will likely stick with her forever, the instruments still played in her mind, as she bobbed her head to the beat, and stepped in time of the songs. Sure, the Elites that were at the concert glared at her with icy cold stares, and others with pleasant surprise as she stepped in the hall and sat down, and even at the marketplace, Cheese's given looks of both hatred and admiration from all castes. But nothing could break Cheese's happy mood, mainly because she never knew it was happening in the first place. But as she bounced through the market, her bubble was popped the moment she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. [i]"Oh right! It's his birthday soon..."[/i] She spoke in a mumble, giving her head a scratch as she looked around for what to get, but quickly, her eyes were attracted to a stand with seemingly all the colors of the rainbow. [i]"..Oooooh!"[/i] She skittered over to the painting stand, saying "Excuse me!" to anyone she happened to bump into to. With a skid, she stopped in from of the painting stand, looking at the black Guardian coming back to the stand. [i]"U-um, excuses me, are you the um...Propryerter...er..."[/i] Cheese tried and failed to pronounce a big fancy word given to her by her friend. [i]"T-the um, owner of this stand?"[/i] Her ears flopped down in embarrassment, as she sheepishly chuckled in light of her mistake.