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Post by samantha leitner on May 10, 2013 21:08:16 GMT -5
The blonde stopped at a window. A hand fell on her hip, and the other cradled her lip. Now leaning forward, she was able to look at what was inside. That energy still thrashing through her body, every few seconds she shifted to one side or the other. A smile continued to decorate her face as she looked at one necklace, and then some earrings. She may have found what she was looking for. The nod she gave showed that to be true. But she did not enter the shop.
Though she found something she wanted, there was something else there. This was not something inside the shop. What she saw was the reflection of a person. There were many people reflected, and they all seemed to intently gaze upon something. A show? A performance? Kyrie did not know what they were looking at, but whatever it was, it had captivated her. The mistress of the Mermaid’s stage, anything worth watching caught her eye, and pulled her forward.
It was nothing like she expected. She first realized that when there was no music being played. Performances needed music, right? Right? But there was none. There were no elaborate costumes either. No colors, or accessories. There certainly were no instruments or props. To call this a show, using Kyrie’s definition, was a farce. This was nothing of that sort. All she saw were blows being dealt, and a chicken.
”Knows what it’s doing,” She commented on the chicken. Somehow she convinced herself that it was the closest to a performer out of all of them.
Kyrie would watch for a few minutes. Fingers remained on her lip as she watched. Every so often she would crane her neck. She turned her head to one side, or the other, or around in a circle, and then tilted it one way or the other. This was her thinking intently, and so when an idea finally struck her, her expression lit up, and she clapped her hands together.
The Blue Pegasus guild master left the show. She disappeared for a minute or two, so that she could enter two shops. An image was already posted in her mind, so she was assured she knew what she had to get, and when she found things close to what she aimed for, she grabbed them and threw jewels onto the clerk’s counter. Before long she returned to where they were fighting.
The scene as she returned should have been bizarre. The unusualness of her reintroduction rivaled the display of the strange creature versus the chicken. Kyrie magic had a theme of control, and that was showing now. There was no need to carry the things she bought when her magic allowed her to give life to the items, and have them walk behind her. Costumes and accessories walked in an orderly line behind her, until she returned back to where she first watched the fights. Then, with a snicker and the pointing of her finger, the stuff she purchased leaped towards everyone but the chicken. If they were successful, they would each be wearing the things she purchased, which were an attempt to make their display look more like a show.
Kyrie did not know what to expect, even if she had a silly grin on her face.
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