Open 'Tis a simple game of shells

[Neviah]

Neviah had never particularly enjoyed hot days as it had made her feel sticky and long for the waters around Mura, but that could hardly be helped as she couldn't avoid it if she was to play her games with the bored sailors or passerby's. People usually would see or hear people come from the alley which she was down and being curious people, wouldn't be able to avoid the draw of mystery. The fellow sitting in front of Neviah on the street studies the cups in front of him which were more like shells considering they were easier to find when Neviah went home. "My right," the man says with as much confidence as a lion. Neviah smiles a she lifts the shell with nothing under it, the scale having been on the far left just to be safe that he didn't change his mind at the last second to the one next to it thinking she had pulled a trick. "Sorry sir, but you seem to have lost some mizas," Neviah says with a faint shrug. The man smiles ruefully as he tosses the money on the table and leaves. To anyone who just glanced at the young lady, they would see a girl with white hair and clear blue eyes, pale in the shadows of the buildings. She wears a scarf seemingly to keep her hair tied back and her sleeves are pulled low in the heat to avoid attention to her wrists with a faint blue tint from where her scales sit. "Anyone else wish to test their luck in a game of cups?" Neviah asks the small crowd of a few people.

[Kizora DuLonite]

Kizora wandered down the street, observing the new city. It was bustling and alive. In one way, in a way that's different from the woodsland. People bustled, breathed and lived. They were fearless...In a way you don't see in the wild. It felt good to know that she was among men, and not the animals she'd consorted with for so long.

A woman sat at a rickety booth, a few cups sprawled out before her. She watched as a stranger approached, and chatted for a moment. Then, a shuffle of cups, and the man speaks again. It was quite humorous when he ducked his head in shame, coughing up a few mizas and running away.

The woman was quite curious herself, with brilliant white hair and shining eyes. She reminded Kizora of a little girl she'd met not so long ago. There was something familiar about the two...same race maybe? It was a wild guess, so she dismissed it after a little consideration.

She knows better than to gamble, as she had been raised among the quicker of fingers, and greedier of hearts. Still intrigued, she wanders over to see the woman a bit better.

"How does it work?"