Open [Beautyfest] Makeup Stalls

[Favchean Hronis]

Smiling down at the pregnant Konti, Favchean dips his head once more in respectful acquiescence musing silently that she was starting to sound much like his mother who was forever trying to find "nice Konti girls" for him to meet. Though he did not chafe under this, he knew time was fast approaching that he would be expected to seek to procreate such as was the duty of all Akalak men. "I will certainly take you up on that offer, Kavala. I am certain that if naught else was gained then a pleasant experience will be worth the visit."

After the quick word to the Konti, Favchean moved toward the Eypharian falling step with Caelum, a wry grin twisting his lips. His response to the horned male was said with mirth and none-too-confident tone. "Not a chance friend." Briefly Favchean considered loosing his control enough to let his dark brother take over, for the dark was much more adept at handling the fairer sex then the light. Was much better at the light banter that always seemed to accompany these sort of events. However the temptation did not outweigh the awkwardness of sudden changes in personality in such a public venue.

The happiness on Rosela's face when she received Kavala's beads made the dark skinned Akalak smile readily, as he has always enjoyed seeing joy on the face of women. So much so that when the woman leans over to squeeze him, Favchean instinctively wraps a thick arm around her and returns the squeeze, though being exaggeratedly gentle. Being the size he was, even smallish in height by Akalak standards, he was forever cautious about accidental harm to smaller creatures. "Good day to you Rosela, I am surprised to see you in the make-up tent..Surely a beauty such as yourself would have no need for such." His words are growled out, but the tones were light and he pro-offers his final set of beads, the greens that matched his skin tones so well. He was sure that the reason he chose to give Rosela the last set of beads he had was because of the joy she had exhibited when she received the others. Whether or not she accepts, Favchean offers his arm to the other waiting to escort her over to the Konti.

[Teresa Deepseeker]

"Sonofabitch"
 
Teresa gave a wide eyes stare as the Konti came to inquire to her sons presence and the dialogue they shared. The plot was left to unravel around the Svefra and she saw completely the depth of his ploy. Any word of agreement to his conditions from her would have been his victory.
 
"Clever man."
 
She smirked and tipped her head in farewell as Radovan left to pursue his brother. No matter how peeved she would have been had she agreed, he still would have successfully walked her into his trap. That earned him at least a little of her respect 
 
About this time what looked like a human male with a magnificent pair of horns from an adjacent stall came to rescue her stall mate from the rather awkward situation. Teresa looked over to the section he had materialized from and caught her breath when she saw the looks she was getting. A quick flick of her eyes from Rosela's now icy stare to that of the group sitting across from them solidified the realization of what was meant to be a harmless tease would look like to others. And it felt like a battering ram to her ribcage. To make matters worse her delayed recovery time from the blow to her dignity did not make formulating an apology any easier.
 
"I'm, uh... That is. Well, I apologize for that...Rosela."
 
She tried her hardest to meet her stare, legs uncrossed and hands folded on her lap with herself turned to face the woman fully. The way she had always been taught to address her Lia and the only position that made sense in this situation.
 
As her partner was lead away Teresa suddenly found herself alone on her little section of the table, trying desperately to fight off the burning sensation working its was up her neck and preserve her sense of dignity after that display. Properly cowed she swiveled in her chair to positioned her to her only distraction at the moment, which also happened to be what she came here for in the first place.
 
She decided to try again with the cheery blue powder she had been experimenting with earlier. This time she cleared off the tip of the brush and only applied a light dusting to the end and drew it across her eyelid. The effect was significantly better than her first failed attempt, and with another few swipes the color had reached a happy medium in terms of garnish color effect. Taking cues from the different styles of make up on the women behind the stall, she then applied the space above her actual eyelid with a lighter coat of the same color and tried to curve it over the top of her eye to make them appear bigger and brighter, ending with a curve out of the corners of her eyes and up towards her temples. Teresa turned herself fully in each direction checking her progress in the mirror and allowing herself a small smile at her novice skills, it was going better than she was expecting at least.
 
Until liner was introduced.
 
The tricky liquid never ended up where she wanted it, leaving wavering lines of varying thickness over her eyelashes. The red of embarrassment was quickly transiting to a red of frustration and she tactfully removed the offense to everything straight and neat with a wrapped tissue for the sixth time. A middle aged human woman managing the stalls, sensing the distress, eased her way over with a rustle of skirts and a kind smile.
 
"Can I offer any help?"

 
Teresa looked up from where she had somehow managed to smudge the khol up into the powder on her eye. Where it was now combining into a thick paste on her already completed work, the sour look she was wearing was a dead giveaway to her rapidly declining mood.
 
"Yes, thank you. That would be very much appreciated."

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[Caelum]

OOCNo worries, Rosela. You can totally hug Caelum. Feel free to either explain IC or PM me any needs or desires you think it would interesting for Caelum to pick up on from Rosela. It can be simple and shallow or deep and wide. I'm comfortable playing it out with you at whatever level of interest is inspired. Caelum sucked in a breath when Rosela hugged him. He held it in his lungs even as six arms worth of dazzling and exotic beauty wrapped around him with a shimmer of pleasure and surprise that he could practically smell. Later he would hope that his return of her embrace seemed automatic, or rather natural. In all honesty, it was not and for a multitude of reasons. Caelum had never been an easy man to grow close to and get to know, and with the events of the past pair of years that had altered. With the alterations, however, had come a certain wariness of physical contact and already today he had been tugged and twisted around and around by the insidious desires of strangers cavorting at the Beauty Fest. He knew that soon he would need something clean. Something focused and clear and with any luck forgiving. Not for the first time, he thought about commandeering one of the dogs of the Sanctuary until Kavala told him to stop poaching on their prospects. Dogs were invariably simple creatures, requiring little more than love and attention beyond the basic recipe of needs that made up any living thing. Food, water, sunlight, exercise, et cetera. They also had a habit of becoming attached to a person, and pouring on that person all manner of love. What would it be to find someone who wanted only for him to be well, to be happy, to be alright? Of course nobody would desire that all the time, or at least not solely that every hour of their life. "You're most welcome, Rosela." The ethaefal jerked his mind back to the here and now. It had gone wandering again as he gently returned Rosela's hug, but the loosening of her arms and the turning of her attention to Favchean brought him back to the present. He blinked and didn't know the smile he offered was a little awkward. He listened to Favchean and could not help but wonder a little after how effortless the Akalak made his chivalry seem. It was the truest sort of chivalry, Caelum imagined, that which was kindness without prerequisite and social graces that seemed to offered with ease and warmth. As Favchean and Rosela turned back toward where Kavala and Sybel were sitting, Caelum's sun-struck gaze fell on the Svefra whose deep water eyes did not strike him as being purposefully unkind. Her apology supported that theory and before he could give it further thought, Caelum lifted a strand of sea green, glimmering beads from the pocket of his vest to hold out to her. He waited with a quiet patience for Teresa to notice his gesture and when she did, smiled. It was still a little crooked, worn but kind. "Enjoy this day," he told her. Or reminded. "You're deserving of it."

[Sybel]

"Good evening, Sir Akalak." she said by way of greeting, smile serene. There was something about Kavala that set Sybel utterly at peace. It was truly like having a sister. "Thank you. No, though..." Their voices trailed off in unison. "Gods," she replied in sympathy and disgust, brow furrowed. That poor girl. Racial differences aside, Sybel was a woman first, and no one deserved to be party to that sort of disgrace. 'We ought to do something,' her mind echoed privately.

"Vintages, yes." It was more or less a term for wine, but with beer some basic rules still applied. Vintage beer was fuller, more savory and this brew in particular would age rather well. "As for Tasival, it likely for the best." At that, she chuckled. The image of a pregnant Kavala running off a herd of Konti entered her mind unbidden.

The sight of Caelum warmed her. "At least, one of us is." Her eyes slid to Kavala. The woman was already beautiful and only enhanced by her radiant, maternal glow. Sybel had always thought highly of Konti women. And at the suggestion to rescue Rosela the Eypharian, she smiled. It was a clever plan and one that'd surely help mend her otherwise damaged night. "You really should."

"Hail, Favchean." She smoothed the silk of her dress, still half engaged in the make-up process. "Good to meet you. And many thanks." Even beneath the light coating of powder, her cheeks were obviously flushed. The idea of marrying Vanator still had her off-balance.

Caelum offered up a set of beads suddenly and she graciously accepted, slipping them around her neck. "I could kiss you for them now," she replied wickedly, a gleam in her eyes. And Sybel laughed, a sweet, happy sound. It felt so good to be amongst friends.

"Kavala," she trailed as she too, granted her a set of beads. Everyone was caught in the spirit of generosity, it seemed. "Vanator couldn't skin you. He's terrible at cleaning fish." Her smile shifted to a wry grin. "Anyway, I'll think about it." Perhaps she would dance with Caelum and a few others. In her mind, she was already wholly Vanator's, but perhaps a little mischief wouldn't hurt. "Caelum still looks sad, from time to time. We'll make this night a good one, either way."

Perhaps. She looked to Kavala and winked. "I think we're almost done here." The woman opposite her began to clean her brush.

Bead CountStarted with three, received one from Caelum and one from Kavala. Sybel now has five.

[Rosela]

Rosela hadn't considered the idea that her hug might not be welcomed, but hoped Caelum's stiffness was simply a matter of surprise. Remembering her first encouter with an Ethaefel, Rosela tried to remember if Eida had mentioned anything about Ethaefel disliking being touched. She couldn't imagine why anyone wouldn't want to be touched; especially with such lovely horns that were practically asking her to run a finger along them. She wanted to ask him about his race, fill in the blanks Eida had left, but knew now wasn't the time.

Joy swelled in Rosela's chest as Favchean handed her the beads. "Oh, thank you so much! You're an abolute doll, you flatterer." Hopping up again, she pecked a kiss on his cheek, though the hop was more of a jump to make it all the way up to his cheek. "You're both so kind. Really, thank you."

Hooking two arms in Favchean's, she flipped her hair over her shoulder to look back at Teresa, one hand fluttering over the sequins at her eyes to make sure they were still in place. The apology was unexpected, and the surprise showed in her face. There was a moment of silence before Rosela offered as much of a smile as she could. "It's okay, I'm sorry it didn't work out. ...Good luck with the festival." She felt sorry for the woman, but not nearly enough to invite her over. She liked Favchean and Caelum seemed quite sweet, and she didn't want to lose either to baser inhibitions. Not this early in the day at least.

As she and Favchean moved toward Kavala, she heard, rather than saw, Caelum give Teresa a set of beads and felt a momentary rise of jealousy that she quickly swallowed down. It was absurd that she not expect other women to receive beads. She'd get plenty; there was no rush. Pushing the emotion down and far away, she put on a big smile and waved happily to Kavala as they approached.

"Now that dress looks familiar! Didn't I tell you you'd look fabulous?"

[Favchean Hronis]

Happy to accept the quick and easy kiss, he fought the urge to bend to help the woman when he realized what she was going to do. It would not do to bend at the wrong moment and smash her nose or worse by colliding. He almost turned to say something to the poor Svefran, though his last encounter with the race left a bad taste in his mouth for the people as a whole, she was female and for that deserved to be treated well. However Caelum swiftly remedied the situation, allowing Favchean to focus on the woman that decorated his arm for the moment.

A fine ornament, not that she was merely an ornament, she made as well with the exotic eyes and the multiple appendages. Favchean had a little experience with the Eypharian lady and knew that she likely would take quite a bit of attention to keep happy. She did not seem like a lady that brooked too much roving attention, to which Favchean was more then happy for the moment to provide. He knew that teasing and jesting with the other was not likely to leave an awkward explanation of why it was that he could not pursue more then friendly banter.

"I do hope the day is treating you well Rosela, have you had much chance to practice the forms we worked on in the park?" He was quiet, as was his usual wont mostly to keep the gravelly tones that were so natural in his voice to a manageable level. Making small talk as they guided themselves across the make-up stall, the Akalak carefully maneuvering to stay out of the way of little groupings that sprang up in these events. "Though I do hope you have not had the chance to get practical application time." This last is said in half jest, Riverfall was a fairly peaceful town though there had been some trouble recently.

When he had safely returned with the Eypharian on his arm, Favchean gives a incline of his head and grinned a little as he looked back over his shoulder to see if Caelum had gotten disentangled or if he was still chatting with the Svefran. "

[Vanator]

OOCJust wanted to pop in to hand out some beads!

Vanator had left Dust outside of the hair salon tent with a kiss on her cheek and a string of his beads in her hand. The Kelvic had assured him that his sister and fiance were indeed somewhere about, taking part in the event. She suggested seeking them in the make-up stalls. Van wandered about a bit until he saw the chairs lined up before the makeup counter, the light cotton draped over the stalls undulating lightly in the breeze.

There was a particularly interesting gathering at one section of the counter, a number of familiar faces seeming to enjoy themselves. He drew closer, unobtrusively as the friends conversed. Rosela, the lovely multi-armed seamstress, stood rather close to Favchean, the dark green Akalak whom Van had the recent pleasure of joining in a Zith hunt recently. Caelum was there, the horned Eth offering a set of his beads to a pretty blue-eyed blond. Still receiving their make overs at the counter were the two women he sought, and his heart lifted at the sight of them.

Kavala was beautiful. Hugely pregnant with his next nephew or niece and still beautiful. She was tired, he knew, but if any woman with child ever had 'that' glow, it was his sister. Next to her was Sybel. His fiance was gorgeous, and certainly got her share of attention from the myriad of male onlookers. They could look all they wanted, he laughed to himself.

Vanator slipped between the group, closer to the Sanctuary women. He caught the tail end of the conversation between Kavala and Sybel, Stepping closer. "I can't skin fish?" He quipped at Sybel tongue in cheek. "I'll show you a skinning..." Vanator halted, remembering they were not in the confines of Sanctuary, where conversations were...looser. But the way the Drykas' eyes drifted down to Sybel's dress, Kav and Bel could infer what he was thinking.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." He offered with a beaming smile. "I just need to take care of this." Then he drew a set of beads from his neck and stepped towards Kavala, looping them around his sister's neck. He leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Kav, you look wonderful. I love you." Kavala had that Konti beauty that shone without an ounce of enhancement, but the application of cosmetics proved to work well with her color and structure of her features to bring out her natural beauty. But Vanator knew his sister intimately, knew all that she had faced in life, knew what she had made of herself. Her nearly eternal Konti beauty was only the tip of what made Kavala Denusk a truly beautiful woman. "Now, what exactly have you been encouraging Sybel to do?" He laughed and turned to the Benshiran, taking the last string of beads from his neck.

"And you..." He grinned at Sybel, draping his bead strand over the five already dangling from her neck, "are the most beautiful woman in Riverfall. Though you are tied with Kavala for being the most ornery. I love you too, Bel." Vanator leaned in to press a kiss to his fiance's lips. Of course Van thought Sybel was beautiful, but as his gaze slid from her head to feet and back in rather unashamed appreciation, the Drykas found her to be gorgeous. "My first set of beads went to Dust, have you seen her hair? She looks cute." He added, then looked askance. The Denusk man seemed pretty into the Beautyfest after denying any interest.

Vanator stood straight and stepped back, looking to Favchean and Rosela. "Miss Rosela." he interjected in a lull in their conversation. The Drykas was not sure she would remember him, he had been in her shop once to update his wardrobe. In fact, the black-embroidered blue shirt and black cotton trousers he wore that day were selected by the Eyktolian herself. " I regret having no more beads to offer you." The Eypharian was stunning, her exotic appearance complimented by a finely tailored dress. "You would certainly deserve them!" Van looked to Favchean, clapped him on the back in a silent congratulations for the desert beauty on his arm. He turned to the rather quiet Ethaefal, but he was still speaking with the young woman.

[Kavala]

The atmosphere in the makeup tent was slightly infectious. Now that the couple that were so serendipitously making out across the way had calmed down and the male had departed, Kavala was feeling a whole lot more comfortable in the confines of the stalls. Even though she was tired, the Konti was glad she had come, surrounded by these beautiful women and lovely men attending them. The Konti laughed with an energy she did not feel and pointed at her dress. "To whom it may concern, this dress was Rosela's design. It's a quick hand at design who can clothe a woman near her time and make her look anything but whale-like... and give her enough length in her dress to hide sensible shoes." Kavala said, sticking out the toe of her barn boot that was concealed beneath the flowing length.

She didn't mind giving credit where credit was due, though it was momentarily distracting to her to see self-reserved Caelum hugged and hug back without so much as blinking. Either he was a good actor or things had changed. Kavala wasn't sure. But regardless she appreciated the new, slightly more relaxed, version of her friend. She raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a small smile, and turned rising from her seat. She almost bumped into her brother who dropped a strand of beads over her head.

She reached out, hugged him, and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "You're too kind. I'm the size of the Healing Clinic at the moment. And besides Bel needs your flattery more than I do. Check out that dress. An Akalak is going to snatch her up and carry her off over his shoulder if she doesn't have an escort with at least two or three weapons." The Konti grinned, surveying the place.

Kavala grinned.

"Well, I don't know about you folks, but I've misplaced a rather tall purple Akalak. I think I'm going to skip the hair and spa booth and go right to the party and see if I can spot him. I'll keep an eye out for Dust though to see what we all missed at the hair booth. Anyone is welcome to come with me, but this woman needs a lemonaid and a more permanent place to rest her feet until the dancing starts. Because I intend to show this little one I'm packing just how fun it is to party with the big kids before he or she is born." Kavala said, stepping around Vanator and Sybel and giving Rosela and Favchean a wave. She nodded at the blonde svefra and headed out towards where the party was going to be, leaving folks to either follow or head out to the other tents.

[Favchean Hronis]

This was the situation that Favchean was not..adept in. Give him something to slash with his dagger, or his Lakan and he was happy. Better still, give him a moment to himself to practice his forms in quiet meditation, peachy. Social situations, particularly when surrounding by pretties and flippery such as make up and other decidedly feminine. Yet he did enjoy the company, and despite the fact that he often felt the bull in a glass works shop when surrounded by delicate female and their products, he did enjoy this festival the most. No woman disliked getting beads handed to them, and Favchean particularly enjoyed the look of pleasure they got when they were graced with a strand. Particularly from someone they hadn't expected to.

So he quietly smiled and watched as Vanator gave out his beads, his own head inclining in a respectful greeting to the Drykas. Vanator had more then earned the Akalak's respect in that fray with the Zith, though Favchean instinctively looked around for the little sailor man with a grimace. While one man was pleasant and forthcoming, the other bothered the Akalak on a level that few ever did. Davus wasn't as bad as a Zith, Favchean thought magnanimously.

The clothier on his arm received a good amount of praise, and even though she was not technically here with him he still felt a fair amount of pride at having her decorate his thickly muscled arm. "Good day to you Vanator, I see that you are the infamous fiance'. Might I offer you congratulations and long health on your pending nuptials." Favchean spoke with a wide grin, but not with a sarcastic air that many human men might jest about one man's impending doom -AKA Marriage-.

As Kavala stands to leave, Favchean was torn for a moment on whether to offer to escort her to the party while she awaits Riaris -he is pretty sure that is who she named as the father of her child and whom he assumed she awaited. A heavily pregnant woman was a marvel in and of itself, beautiful to the point of ethereal and at once both delicate and vulnerable. However he felt a certain responsibility to the clothier, not wanting to seem as if he was dropping her to run after the other. Mentally he did decide that he would take Kavala up on her offer to have him visit the Sanctuary.

[Teresa Deepseeker]

The portly woman gave an amused smile at the thin lipped glare from the Svefra. She had the same looked countless times from the women that expected the art of enhancing ones looks with nothing but powders and paints to be an instant gratification. Something one just learns for fun. The poor fools.

The strained agreement immediately set the woman bustling about again. She lined up the cosmetics on either side by order of color and then by shade, leaving the ones that she planned to use directly in front of Teresa for easy access. Then stepped in front of her chair and resting her hips against the table as she cleared the mess off the Svefra’s face, a smile giving away the joy she found in turning other women into her own work of art.

“What’s your name dear? You may call me Min if you’d like, my full name is Minyonette, but I think it makes me sound old. And I already get enough of that from my sons”, she begins with a wink, pulling for a smile from the Svefra.

“It’s Teresa ma’am. Good to meet ‘ya. ”

Teresa took the bait and gave a crooked half smile to the woman and her cheery attitude. Not quite sure of herself yet, and still avoiding eye contact to the patrons on either side of her, but her present company was wearing on her.

“First...”

A quick slap to Teresa’s wrist to halt her advancement to the black container was all that was needed to grab her attention. Teresa’s wrist shot back in surprise and she immediately sat alert and upright in her chair. The motherly authority radiating off this woman made her feel like a little girl being reprimanded by her mother again, the thought made her chuckle aloud. Much to Min’s amusement.

“You’re holding the brush too tight. Hold something like that for any length of time and your muscles will begin to tremor. Try holding it with three fingers like so...”

She held the brush up horizontally to demonstrate, the pad on her thumb held it up underneath and her first two fingers on either side. The back end on the brush was resting in the crook between her thumb and forefinger to keep it balanced.

“And put very little pressure, this is not exactly weightlifting dear.”

She slid the brush across the lip of the container to clear the excess and leaned forward. Using her free hand she guided Teresa’s chin up she pressed her left eyelid closed and began applying the liner in fluid even strokes finishing with a slight cats eye to draw out the corners of her eyes.

Drawing back the woman gave a satisfied smile and nodded her approval before handing the brush back to the Svefra.

“Lets see you give it a shot, girl”

Bolstering her confidence in herself, she took the thin wooden shaft with a narrow eyed determination and began to copy the smooth lines Min had produced on her opposite eye. Her stubborn pride took a massive beating and now this simple task became the next challenge, a pathetic attempt to revive her fighting spirit.

Oh yes, the cosmetics will never know what hit them.

In her tunnel vision Teresa didn’t notice the handsome horned man approach but as he held out the beads the shine flickered in the corner of her eye. The Svefra turned her head sharply but didn’t think to take the Kohl off her eye first, resulting is a thick streak across the bridge of her nose. She could sense rather than see Min’s face all into her hands in frustration.

The beads tinkled merrily in his hands as they were held out to her, but the sound clashed horribly with his somber expression. Not so much sadness, but more of a world-weary existence was painted on his features as clearly as the make up on the faces of the women of the festival.

"Enjoy this day, you're deserving of it."

Teresa hadn’t realized she was staring. While she was aware of the existence of the Ethaefal race, those strange beings that fall from the stars, she has never exchanged so much as a word with one and his loveliness took her by surprise. A face that was both soft and angular offered her a friendly smile, but it couldn’t seem to reach his eyes.

“Thank you...and so are you.”

Teresa stood up to except the beads. Taking one of his hands in both of hers whether he offered it or not and giving it a good shake and her biggest smile. As if she were trying to show this man what happiness looks like, or an invitation to try it himself. Her view of life is that it’s brief and fleeting, there is no room to fit in uncertainties or resentments. And the sudden need to remind this stranger, surrounded by all these gaily dressed and laughing partygoers, of exactly what he was missing prompted the young Svefra to try her hand at wisdom. Young and inexperienced as she was she still thought it was worth a shot.

“There’s a Svefran phrase, or racial outlook depending on your point of view... it goes something like; ‘Blessed is the moment and petch everything else’. Its what’s happening right now that’s important, I encourage you to give it a shot.”

Teresa released his hand and gave one last smile and tipped her head before settling back in her seat.

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