To choose a trade - Complete~

[Thalion]

Farce sent the back of his paw dismissively against the pool of water he had been staring into for some time, disrupting his reflection and stirring up a bit of dark sand in the process. The time was soon drawing near that he would have to arrange for an official declaration of his trade. The majority of his family, if not all of them, had chosen to surrender their clarity and live the blissful, care-free life of a dreamer. To him, it seemed terribly neglectful to live in such a state. The dreamers contributed little more than amusement to the pride- at least in his mind. Laughing and games was all well and good but as his body was beginning to tell him- there was a time to grow up. His mane was growing thicker, more full, and longer fur was beginning to spill out over his neck and down his chest. His body was in an odd stage between gangly and lean and filled out.

Thus far, he was without direction. His father had been here and there- but never had he been a guiding force in his life. His mother, a dreamer, was clearly not going to help him sort out the next big step in his life. There were so many options but sadly, he felt as if he would fall short regardless of what he chose.

Thief? No...he was a coward, and his stomach turned when he thought about leaving the pride.

Mummer? No...he wasn't much of a performer. He could dance...somewhat, but he didn't delight in attention.

Merchant? He couldn't haggle to save his life. In fact he was quite sure that he had been swindled several times- if not every time he went to market.

Then what? Patron? He couldn't hold his own in a fair fight. He locked up and the thought of digging his claws into another lion made him feel faint.

But...he had to choose something. He couldn't be left to chew on driftwood and running after gulls his whole life.

AstoriaFallen

Kind of random XD I thought we could do some general rp. o: Let me know if you'd like otherwise?

 

[Thalion]

Farce, true to his nature, jerked and tossed his head up. The fur along the back of his neck and shoulders rose up as his tail curled slowly towards his belly. And there was another reason he couldn't make it as one of the more bold ranks- he was just started. Had the gypsy lady been an enemy, invader, or something worse- if there was such a thing -he would have been under her claws by now. As it was, he was caught with his eyes wide, mouth agape, and speechless for far too long. Clamping his mouth shut, he gave the noble a short dip of his head.

"Sugar Rush." He offered a shy smile and slowly dropped his backside to the sand. His heart was still racing, pounding hard against his chest. Forcing himself to draw in a slow, measured breath, he continued.

"Not a bad day at the tide pools... are you looking for something?"

AstoriaFallen

Hey no worries! ;A; I hope you feel better, hon! emotion_hug

 

[Thalion]

Was it that obvious? Of course it was. Farce forced a tight smile and bobbed one of his shoulders. "It's apparently not a difficult thing to do, M'lady..."

Where his jumpy nature had come from, he couldn't say. Most of his siblings were bubbly, carefree, and full of laughter. While he enjoyed laughing, small jokes, and entertainment- he was good at only one of them. Laughter. So that's what he ended up doing. A nervous chuckle bubbled out of him as his eyes darted down to his paws.

"Er... I couldn't tell you. I just needed to clear my head a little." He shrank down a little. "It's been a bit chaotic."

AstoriaFallen

 

[Thalion]

Hard on himself...? He eyed her uncertainly. If only she knew! She was a gypsy lady. She had a role, a place, a set of duties and responsibilities. And- at least from what he'd seen -she was already falling into those duties with grace and confidence. The royals always seemed to have a firm paw on things, never startled or surprised. It seemed the world was completely under their control. If ever there was a surprise- it was likely them on the giving end rather than the receiving end. How he envied them.

If he could only crack a good joke now and then, he might make a decent mummer. Laughter was a delight to him. He loved to hear it. Perhaps it was in his blood, but a good roar of laughter was to him like a musical chorus. It was unbridled, pure emotion forced up from an intimate part of the soul that every living thing shared. In a way, it was a force that bound even the strangest among them.

He offered a lopsided smile and slowly padded up closer. "I guess it's a force of habit." He offered by way of explanation.

"S-say... uh... are there any trades that are...lacking around here? An extra paw?" He bobbed his shoulder. "I've not declared myself just yet."

AstoriaFallen

No worries! 83 I hope it's fun there! Little dry I hear XD

Sorry for the delay! I was at work. >< Thank goodness for the weekend tho.

 

[Thalion]

A fortune-teller!? Did she know? Of course...it likely wasn't much of a secret, his lineage. Of course, he hadn't had any visions- not that he remembered. Perhaps they came in his sleep and left him as dreams often did- perhaps his lineage had leaned more heavily on his more carefree family members. It was hard to say...the dreamers were mad, it would be difficult to seperate their nonsense from any concrete visions.

Then there was the only Fortune-Teller he'd had personal dealings with- Wizard. The lion was a giant, though he didn't seem to have much actual muscle on him. His dark eyes and strange, mysterious nature had left Farce very unsettled. The lion could sometimes be seen before storms, staring at the clouds with a knowing, baleful look in his eye. He shivered.

"I don't know...they seem to be more...mystical." He chuckled. "I'm more the...er... not- mystical sort."

AstoriaFallen

 

[Thalion]

A crafter? He'd not attempted anything ...particularly creative before. The shining trinkets that he had seen decorating the mummers and littering the merchant's stashes had always fascinated him. The materials themselves were fairly common but the process was as much a mystery as were the abilities of the Fortune-tellers. It was quite possible that they were something that he hadn't yet discovered. After all, once he had seen roaring as some kind of black art that adults must have learned from the thunder itself. He had mewed and yelped himself raw. He hadn't even been trying when his first roar had come, it had just...happened.

"That ...does give me something to consider." He relented, a small smile creeping over his maw.

"I- I need to try. S-sorry, Sugar Rush but... I can show you what I whip up later? As a critique? I want to at least... at least get a start- before tonight. There's a girl that-", well... if he could craft, it would be for her. "Later?"

AstoriaFallen

I think we can wrap it up with your next post if you'd like! :3