Sylvia
The harsh sunlight laid a decree of execution upon the darkly colored body of Circini- at least, that's what it felt like... While the merchant loved his brief visits to the Sand Kingdom, that didn't make the weather any less dreadful to endure. It was like wearing a black hoodie in the dead of summer but at least two times worse... And the cruelest part of all is there was no way to alleviate the harrowing heat as his scales were very much affixed to his form- the best he could do is make sure to seek cover in between taking orders from the saledragons lining the market streets, and of course making sure to stay hydrated. He himself - at least for today, was in charge of being the distributor for several of the stands that provided everything from food to jewelry- and of course a little of everything in between- and thus he had exclusive access to the locations where all of these things were stored when they weren't being displayed- which certainly made him a target for any dragons 'in the know' about that fact as throughout the day several would approach him trying to get a discounted price instead of buying directly from the vendors. Circini was the type to give charity when he could, but he certainly didn't feel like stealing the scales (currency) from the lovely vendors he was tending to today.

It was often he got to take a break from sailing, but the opportunity was one he couldn't ignore while his ship was docked in the western port for the time being and was set to be there for two weeks while maintenance was done- and in truth, despite the heat- he loved the lively nature of Possibility. It was a cultural melting pot of dragons from Pyhrrhia to Pantala- there was no place quite like it anywhere else, so he relished the opportunity to meet new faces and friends- though he was already incredibly well aquatinted with most of the vendors, even the ones he wasn't distributing too.

Of course- he had his own stand towards the corner of the massive marketplace- one selling odds and ins from across the sea from fine adult beverages to books and scrolls- opperating mostly on an honor system that was reinforced by the two vendors next to his stand that would ring any would-be thieves out if they tried anything.

 After a long round trip across the market- he was finally able to sit and rest at his own stand. You'd think he'd want to make sales, but the minute he reached the destination he simply rested his head on the counter and quickly dozed off... Untill~
Helen
"Ooh, a NightWing!" She said loudly, tilting her head curiously at the pretty pathetic lump of black scales, considering he was just laying there. "Aren't you guys fortune tellers? Why aren't you doin' that? Oooh, is he having a vision?" 

A SandWing passing by merely sneered at her question, getting to apparently more important stuff. Her words, quick and impulsive had an edge of genuine curiousity to them despite sounding snide. She had spent all day wandering, looking for supplies, inspiration or a social, and it turned out this day was quite lackluster in nearly every conpartment. Dragons were either too dull for her attention or too snarling. Not that she minded, but she'd rather not get her "Tail knotted and crushed." She didn't talk to them much after that.

She heavily leant an elbow on the stall table, tapping her barb on the soft sand as she patiently waited for a reply.
Sylvia
The young merchant cringed at the sound of Mesa's voice- it was so loud it stirred him from what was beginning to feel like a good rest- and her voice was so loud it made his ears ring- so much so he could only weakly muster a. "Hmm... What?" As he groggily brough himself upwards and rubbed his eyes - trying to let them focus on the dragon before him - wasting no time in stretching every limb and his wings out and yawning. "Ah, I'm sorry- I must've dosed off- my apologies, my dear." He shook his head and drew his wings inward sharply before finally being able to get a good look at the dragon before him... A Sandwing- that much he was sure of, and in Possibility, it was no surprise... A silently thought to himself for a few moment before snapping to life once more. "Oh! Fortune telling?..." He chuckled at the comment- finding her fascination- and her ignorance, to be an amusing sight. 

"Apologies, but that isn't particularly my field of expertise- *But* I can provide a plentiful variety of things from my voyages across the continent- and across the sea. If you're more interested in a fortune teller- I could happily direct you to one." Despite his tired appearance- his smile was warmer than the midday sun that wrought his body with fatigue.
Helen
She inwardly cringed at him calling her 'dear,' shaking her head a little. 

As he spoke, he looked him up and down. *Very formal,* She noted, hoping he wasn't boring aswell. Then she'd have *Noone* Worth her while to talk to. Rolling her obsidian eyes for a moment, she just caught his last words, piecing the words together quickly and laughing.

"I'm sorry," She said between breaths, trying her best not to seem rude, "You're just... Funny." ||FUNNY LOOKING HAH/lh||

How formal someone could be and not have a mocking tone amused her terribly, especially with his suggestions. Catching her breath from her laughter at him, she sighed, scanning him one more time to see if he was serious- which he was- which made it funnier. Clearing her throat she gave a half-hearted apology then continued.

"I'm sure you're not," She half joked, her tone somewhat patronising and mixed with disbelief. "Anyways- what are you doing? Even if this isn't a shady place, I wouldn't be sleepin' on the job- even if I was nocturnal."

She laughed, curling her tail from the sand and letting it sway slightly, tapping the sand underneath her as if a beat were in her mind.
Sylvia
He raised an eyebrow at her seemingly un-prompted laughter- sparking a slight blush of raw embarrassment as he quickly reexamined his wording- but still couldn't find any true faults in it before she seemed to apologize and called him 'funny'. This dragon was peculiar, he had met many dragons in his time, but immediately she seemed to be the type to stand out in a crowd. 

Cricini chuckled and gave her a dismissive headshake first to the left, then the right. "No need to apologize- being a Nightwing in possibility during the daylight hours, and not only that- but also asleep, is probably quite the odd occurrence." Clearly- the reason she found him amusing was completely lost on the dragon who still seemed full of yawns.

The merchant seemed fascinated by her - blunt and brutal honesty - in a world full of half-hearted dragons, Mesa seemed to put her heart into everything she said- even if it wasn't particularly nice most of the time - which begged the question in his mind as to how someone like her was capable of staying out of trouble.

"Interested in my little naptime, are we? Hm- If you couldn't tell, I'm not from around here. I find most of my time sailing the sea between the continents- but from time to time I get the opportunity to explore inland such as this week... My ships docked in one of the Eastern Sandwing ports for maintenance for the next week or so, thus I'm helping out around the market of Possibility, even if it isn't during my particular preference for the time of day. I've been running errands across the marketplace and plaza all morning and well past midday. Been distributing goods to the other stalls- but I suppose in my down time I *Should* Be running my own stall here- but- I think I'd rather take a nap than sell things, and I'd rather have a conversation than nap- and so here we are."

He rested an elbow on his side of the table and rested his chin in his palm. "That being said, it's my turn to ask *You* Some questions- they should be ample payment for the entertainment I see to produce for you." Circini chuckled again before continuing. "What brings *You* To the market on this fine day- oh- and most importantly, what's your name? You can call me Circini."
Helen
She held in more laughs from the amusing NightWing, it being very noticeable. She breathed out some smoke to retain from laughing, taking a deep breath as she considered the information. 
"Sailor, ey? Thought they were more... Less educated." She put nicely, tilting her wrist as she thought of a better word. Weren't pirates all loud and illiterate. Clearly she was mistaken, unless the NightWing was lying to her. *Well, he has some nice stuff if he is,* She thought, scanning his items quickly like a theif. It seemed easy enough, considering his nap.

She sighed, "Seems like my name hasn't gone out that far," She said, glancing down at her white claws boredly for a moment before looking up enthusiastically. "Name's Mesa, nice to meet ya."
Sylvia
He found her laughter to be energizing- she was so full of energy, much like the sun itself that shined in the earlier hours upon the streets of Possibility. He peered into Mesa's surface thoughts, catching the word pirate and illiterate. "Mhm! That's right, a sailor- but one of a more refined genre. A merchant, not a pirate- there's a rather large gap between the two- scavengers and snakes really." (cats and dogs) He chuckled at the thought of being compared to a pirate his eyes drifting to the corner of his field of view for a moment in thought. "Perhaps one day I could show you how different it is- I think you'll find my ship to be a rather class act. It's clean- and it was a donation from an Icewing noble - so to say it's fancy is an understatement." He looked her up and down again as if reassessing what kind of dragon she was. "Though by no means is it a party vessel, miss Mesa- not unless you can hold some semblance of sobriety - though that's not to say you wouldn't be welcomed to try the blueberry rum we brew on-board. I have some in stock if you're looking to give it a try." 

He leaned closer on his side of the counter at her sigh and comment about not being heard of- "Some sort of performer I take it then? Plenty of time to stretch your wings and find fame - I'd happily assist in spreading the good word- free of charge, consider it on the house... Though I suppose I could support you in mor than exposure... Not to jingle my own coin purse, but I'm not exactly hurting for funds- typically I donate to the Starlight Library, a certain Sleet's Orphanage- and the likes, but I'm also known to help up and coming entrepreneurs, besides- the world needs more entertainers, especially if it can help keep folks out of trouble- no offense to you of course, you're absolutely oozing with responsibility." The last bit was chock full of playful sarcasm to which he laughed at, hoping she'd take it lightly instead of crawling over the counter to strangle him.
Helen
She laughed at his comments, wondering for a moment how he had plucked the situation out of her mind. *Oh.* She realised stupidly, wrinkling her snout at herself. NightWing. 

"C'mon... Just one party won't hurt. Besides- I'm the best party planner there is. I can make your ship explode if I wanted to- metaphorically of course." She said, wincing at her choice of wording. Her regret was soon forgotten as she continued, laughing after her remarks, "You think I wouldn't take it? You must be seein' blind if ya that dull." 

"I mean, I don't want *Too* Much exposure, don't want the royals picking up on my unpaid taxes." She snickered, tilting her head admirably at the wealth and donations he mentioned, "You're right! I *Am* The most responsible dragon I know, thank you for acknowledging that fact." 

She said boastfully, catching his sarcasm but playing along with it with a cheeky grin.
Sylvia
A look of worry shot across his face that quickly subsided when she said metaphorically, but it definitely didn't make him want to view the idea of her having a party on his ship with any *Less* Caution after such a statement- though he still sort of nervously laughed at the comment after seeing the flash of regret on her face- he didn't want her to feel particularly bad about an honest mistake- nor did he really want someone to feel bad about a dishonest mistake really, so long as there was room for improvement willing to be taken of course.

"I'll have you know my scales have quite a healthy sheen~" He gestured to himself, with a smirk - opening his wings to show the colors of the night moments before daybreak with just a hint of extra blue brought on by his natural coloring. "Though if that's something you wish- I'll happily make good on the offer - no strings attached, I don't have time to impose or pursue debt on others- and again, I have no need for money." He pushed off of the counter and reached under it- grabbing a large bottle and a shot glass before pouring the violet blueberry rum into it and slowly pushing the glass over to her side of the counter. "Tell me what you think, it's my ship's specialty- we make all kinds of stuff since we have plenty of time out at sea and it's much easier to keep alcohol than it is to keep freshwater - water goes bad rather quick due to contamination from seawater, so why not at least make the alcohol drinkable, right~" He shrugged with a grin, curious on her thoughts about it.

"Now now, you should get around to paying those taxes- don't accumulate bad habits unless you're willing to own them in our later years when the Sandwing treasury eventually sniffs you out. Don't worry- I'm not the type of dragon to snitch, just giving you some useful advice before someone *Else* Inevitably does..." He smiled at her grin, finding her playful nature to be rather welcoming. "Fake it until you make it at least, hm?~ My shift's ending soon-" He casually reached over to a sign that read 'open' and flipped it to 'closed' with his own grin. "See- it ended- it's the best part about being your own boss... I take it if you're an expert in partying you have somewhere to be soon? I'd like to at least be able to sample the produce as I so graciously have let you-" He flicked his eyes towars the shotglass as he went to put the bottle away, but figured he'd take it with him as a minor donation to Mesa's cause- whatever that might be.
Philip
I thought it was blackberry rum not blueberry >:0 /lh

Did you just... Break-
Helen
"Pfft- Your scales are as healthy as a snake in half, let alone a quilled one." She snickered, admiring the night sky patterened underneath his wings before he grabbed the large bottle and poured the dark liquid into a shot glass. "Thanks for shouting me," She said, swigging the shot down in one. The firey liquid went down her throat with ease, listening to Circini as she evaluated it. "Ships speciality alright, you guys must never get bored." She laughed, considering the shot glass as she turned it, her own reflection appearing for a moment. "Can I use it for my parties?"

She shrugged non-chalantly about the implied imprisonment because of her tax fraud. "Gotta keep the prisoners entertained somehow." She flashed a toothy, reckless grin.

"Somethin' like that," She commented about faking it, smiling. She watched as he flipped the sign over, sharing his grin. "Not really, just learning the atmosphere twisting in the crowds. But... I could schedule a party for this evenin', seeing as it's close." Her eyes became bright as she conjured an idea. "Ya wanna start one? We don't need much- only a few supplies and a reason to celebrate. C'mon! Don' worry 'bout your stuff. I've got some mates who can guard it for ya!" 

She didn't wait for a response, off before he could speak and rummaging through the crowds, searching for dragons she had perviously encountered or acknowledged.
Philip
Shouting means paying for btw
Sylvia
He nodded at her thanks- allowing her to enjoy the drink. "My crew is never bored if we aren't working, we're always doing something- not always together of course, but everyone's occupied plenty." He cheerfully nodded, pleased she seemed to like it enough to consider its use further. "Of course! It's not free- gotta pay my companions somehow- but I'll give you an 'acquaintances discount' - maybe we'll be able to bump it up to friends by the end of the night so you can get a better deal?" He chuckled at his own joke as he wrapped up everything in the shop, saying goodbye to the two vendors next to him who happily waved goodbye back, one even commenting on how he was already leaving so soon despite sleeping the whole time he had been there, but it was clearly in a friendly manner- seemed he kept good company even with his potential business competitors.

"You know, you'd expect someone with the name 'Mesa' to have a flat personality- but seems you're far from what's expected regardless. I mean that in a good way-" He kept her views on *Tax evasion* In mind- and despite just meeting the dragon, he was considering silently paying off her debts to keep her out of serious trouble- but it certainly wasn't something he'd tell her- she seemed somewhat like the type to try to take advantage of that information somehow.

"I've never started a party with strangers surprisingly, but-" And she was already off, weaving through the crowd and striking up conversations looking for attendees for her spur of the moment event. Circini rolled his eyes playfully inviting the two vendors next to his stand to come along - to which they happily obliged - though he hoped it was alright with Mesa. 

Soon he was beside her, squeezing through the densely packed and growing evening crown - and simply observing how she interacted with other dragons out of curiosity, while helping her sell her event with the promise of class drinks. Tonight was certainly going to be interesting - it had been a long time since he had partied in Possibility- he simply hoped Mesa's parties weren't too rambunctious - but that was to be seen as they amassed a rather large following of dragons - with more heading back to their homes to prepare- to which he nervously leaned over towards the smaller Sandwing with a worried expression. "I think it might be wise to perhaps stop inviting dragons unless you have a spacious venue." A part of him wanted to offer to pay for one if she didn't- but she'd totally take all the cash he'd throw at her, so he silently reconsidered without saying a word about it.
Helen
She rolled her eyes. "You worry too much." She scolded in a playful tone, eyeing off some musicians in the corner of her eyes. "It will be held in the streets- no fancy venue. Everyone is invited, from a NightWing to a slug- it's all about getting the word around. You can talk to the slugs, if you want, though I doubt they'd be interested in your fancy talk." She joked, going off and talking to the musicians about payments and songs. She joked and talked to them like she knew them her whole life, asking how they were handling and everything. With some goodbyes, she found a stall and bought some candles with stolen money.

Lighting them with a single breath of fire, she recklessly threw one to Circini. "Wanna race placing them?" She asked, tone challenging, tilting her head. "Since you're foreign, have a headstart. You'll need it, anyways." She laughed, stretching her wings as she prepared to take flight and zoom around.
Sylvia
Worry too much? Circini felt like he never worried *Enough*- though, to be fair, that quality had created plenty of wonderful adventures with interesting dragons- and he'd yet to be burned too badly because of it, so maybe- just maybe- she was right - maybe just for tonight at least as he listened to her words about anyone attending - following her every word and step attentively. "Who knows? Perhaps a slug would be up for some martinis - no salt on the rim though I'm afraid~" He chuckled playing into her joke about his demeanor. 

He stood back and watched her converse with the folks along the market- he had never seen someone get along so well with what appeared to be stranger - well, besides himself. It was a similarity that made him entertain the thought of 'what if *I* Was like that?' to which he quietly scoffed- he certainly be paying people with *Stolen money* As he was able to pull from her thoughts- seemed this Sandwing was full of bad habits- he was surprised she didn't have some kind of nasty reputation hanging over her head - he wasn't sure if he should even be here - but so far she proved to be kind enough to him, so might as well entertain and maybe bestow wisdom to her at some point - she seemed to perhaps need a good influence in her life.

He shook his head and snapped out of the trance he placed himself in, ears swiveling forward at the proposition, quickly catching the candle. "Don't fancy your game won just because I'm not a local- as a seafaring Nightwing- close quarters flying is - well, my specialty. You're on- but if I win, you'll..." He leaned in to whisper, mindful of others that might be listening. "Pay the scales back you stole from whoever's money you used to buy those candles." He snickered and drew himself back- opening his massive pair of wings that sparkled in the candlelight of the market. "You're welcome to set your own conditions- but- I plan on winning, so it might be a waste to even bother~" He grinned at her, a playful - yet competitive tone in his voice
Helen
"You pesky mindreader," She commented, raising her brow as a sutble growl laced the end of her words. A hint of malice within her competitive tone. A small warning, perhaps. "A deal's a deal then, 'cept your only payment for losing is your dignity." She snickered, carefully passing some more burning candles with her barbed tail so the amount was equal.
Sylvia
He grinned with an air of mischief at her comment- indeed it was widely considered rude for one to go picking around in someone else's head- but it was something he couldn't help- it let him know more about the individual he was conversing or interacting with, which was incredibly useful in the world of sales- and certainly a plus to any social situation. "You'd certainly be done in if Possibility had might Nightwings guards- you should be careful, little criminal~" He nodded at her decree of loss of dignity being his payment. "May luck be on your side- but you'll certainly need more than luck to beat me." He snickered and set the bottle of rum on a nearby table, flexing his wings and shaking his body from snout to tail tip - somewhat like a dog before grabbing the candles and taking off at a surprisingly fast speed for a dragon as large as he was- and his maneuverability was spot-on, allowing him to miss bumping into things back no more than a hair as he quickly went to work distributing candles - it might've donned on Mesa that perhaps giving this Nightwing a head-start wasn't the wisest decision.

When Mesa began her trek, she would find it difficult, almost impossible to close the gap between the two until Circini seemed to purposely slow down for the sake of sportsmanship - clearly wanting some semblance of a fair game until they were about even and then he went back to flying full-speed until . . .

Circini won by a handful of candles- to which the amassed audience of their game seemed to cheer for him and his victory, to which he cheerfully smiled and graciously bowed- though he was sure to playfully pull her close and raise her arm to ensure her efforts in distributing the candles were celebrated nonetheless, even if she hadn't won- "Good game- but looks like you'll be paying back those scales I'm afraid. While I *Was* The winner- there's no need for only myself to reap the spoils, I'll give you that 'friends discount' on the rum tonight." He winked at her with a chortle.
Helen
She poked her tounge out like a dragonet as he powered off, forced confidence making her follow ten seconds later. She powered into the evening air, the subtle winds warm and nice, tilting her wings to get the best breeze, little as it was. Her agility and knowledge of the streets benefiting her, she carefully placed the candles, illuminating rooftops and in a way creating new stars to soar under.

Plading another candle, a gust of wind made her eyes dart around. A dark figure, sihlouetted by the evening light swooped by, his palms illuminated by the whipping glow of the candles. With quick wingbeats *And a suspicious slowing down of Ciricini's speed,* She caught up with him, flashing a toothy grin before shoving into his side playfully, afterwards flapping a fair bit to compensate for lost wingbeats. Laughing, not in malice, rather more of a sibling rivalry, she swerved away from him, placing more candles that flickered in the distant, falling sunlight.

Once she returned to the bridge, she rolled her obsidian eyes at the crowds cheering for Cirinci, face somewhat smug, acting as she didn't care. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. You did good for a foreigner." She admitted, her wording still not fully accepting his achievement. 

She momentarily thought over his words. She had many friends- most of them she couldn't name, and despite her bruised ego, she doubted she'd forget his. She suddenly growled, wrinkling her snout. "You better not be poking in my mind." She hissed- friendily, of course. *Plus, I like discounted rum,* She added bitterly, glaring at Cirinci with a playful expression as she made an effort to make her mind less sappy.
Sylvia
The Nightwing grinned at her raising an eyebrow. "Well- I'm glad I have the local's approval, it's the first step in becoming a part of an area's culture. And don't worry, I'm sure we'll have many competitions in the future where you'll beat me blow for blow." Circini chuckled as he too reflected on the circumstances- at first, he wasn't sure what to think of her based on how she approached him while he was sleeping- but he never condemned himself for giving friends that might seem to be unlikely to be made at first- a winning shot. Mesa had certainly proved to make an otherwise laborious if not mundane trip to Possibility a lot more exciting- and for that he was thankful beyond words. 

He seemed to lose himself in thought once again before nervously laughing with a faint blush while rubbing the back of his neck. "Aha- no promises- someone has to be able to predict when your next storm's going to strike, right?~" He busted out laughing at the comment about receiving alcohol for a discounted price- "I'll keep that in mind as a way to appease you if things turn sour." In a very Circini fashion he commented on something that had fascinated him as the night progressed. "You know- your words and the way you carry yourself rarely seem to match what's on your mind- or how you're feeling. One might think you're sheltering a softer side from the world through being a criminal party-girl- but I won't press *Too* Much on that, as I'm not quite sure how far you're willing to take the 'criminal' act." He grinned, clearly teasing as he quickly pivoted towards four dragons from the market he knew a bit more personally- instructing them where to find the cases of his special brew and where to set it so it was accessible to the most people, carefully pointing and plotting places throughout the market so ensure even the less socially inclined attendees wouldn't have to push themselves to center-stage just to get a drink.

With a few more words he turned back to Mesa. "What the hell- consider tonight's drinks on me, consider it the toll for traversing your thoughts on a whim- and the entertainment provided thus far." He reached over to the bottle he had left on a counter and went to get two cups- pouring the rum into each one for himself and one for Mesa as the party swelled to life at the arrival of the kegs of alcohol, dragons rushing over to fill their glasses as the musicians started playing. "You know they say it tastes sweeter when it's free- so be sure to enjoy it... Not too much now." He sipped from his glass before looking up at the starry night sky above the event. "So- tell me a bit about yourself- we've spent a good chunk of the night together, but I still hardly know who you are- I doubt party goers like to tip for your events- so I suppose we can start with where you *Usually* Get the funds to throw these things." He had a concerned, but playful look on his face as if hoping the bulk of her wealth wasn't obtained through theft alone.
Helen
"Ya think?" She asked competitively, ego not so easily subdued, "I'll beat ya at anythin' just name your bet." She said, flashing a toothy grin before glancing at the bustling crowds of pale yellows, crimson reds and the occasional rich browns of the different tribes drinking, laughing and dancing to the music provided. 

"What's the fun in predicting things?" She countered, smiling as he laughed at her thoughts. "Don't think that I'm easily that swayed, but it's worth a shot." She laughed, inviting a challenge with a look.

She listened to his analysis of her mind, grumbling playfully as he mentioned a 'softer side,' "What 'bout your mind then? I forsee that it is too fancy and stuck-up." She said, raising her chin, obivously mocking him.

She rolled her eyes are the warning of drinking too much. "I'll drink 'till the sun's up." She said stubbornly, downing the drink in one go, some of it missing her mouth which she swiped away with her talons quickly. She almost choked on it, the amount he had suggested her wrong-doings. "Me? I would *Never* Hurt a fly, let alone steal." She said, putting her uttermost innocent face on then snickering at her mocked innocence. 

"Just 'cause I steal *Sometimes* Doesn' mean I live off it. I hav' some pride," Mesa provided, puffing out her chest. "Besides- I gotta deal from Pantala. PANTALA. They needed my help too." She shook her head for a moment, thinking of the ~~desperate~~ HiveWing, who was, admittedly, quite tall.
Sylvia
"Raring to go already, are we?" He chuckled as he thought, his eyes pulling upwards to think of a game as Mesa continued, breaking the train of thought for the time being. "Worth a 'shot', hm?~" He laughed at his own terrible pun before taking another swig of a drink that never seemed to get old to him. "Fancy and stuck up, eh?~ Don't think I've heard *That* One before-" His voice was playfully sarcastic - her impression earning a subtle eyeroll and smile as he donned the same impression she did. "I'd like to assume my snobbery is an adequate indicator of my socioeconomic class." He scoffed at his own terrible impression before continuing in a regular tone. "In truth- I'd hope I don't give that sort of impression... I've been rather generous- oh and especially kind- and also particularly good looking, charismatic- need I really continue?~" He enjoyed the conversation - it had been a long time since he had been able to banter like this with someone, he usually had to have at least some semblance of an uptight business-worthy nature, but tonight felt casual in the best ways possible. "As for the fun in predicting things- maybe it's best to know your moves before you make them- I might be able to stop an emerging war if I play my cards right." He joked- though wondered just how much trouble she could get into -

"Well then- drink till the sun's up and suffer the consequences of a bad hangover - though if you get too tipsy, as the resident bar keep - I'm going to have to cut you off. As much as you like to have fun- I'm sure you'll find tomorrow particularly miserable - as I'm sure you know better than anyone." He gave a surprised and concerned look as she drank the whole glass he had poured for her in one go- clearly she must've taken his comment as a challenge, perhaps a way of silently licking her wounds from losing their last little contest- but he was certain she'd probably be able to outdrink him even if he was larger than she was- so it was best to play to his strengths and not get blackout drunk in the streets of Possibility- seemed like it would open the door to the *Possibility* Of participating in a plethora of bad decisions he'd have to wake up and put the pieces together of.

"Ha! That's *Very* Funny- Mesa- though know I *Am* Holding you to your end of our wager earlier- so you'd best get your affairs in order for paying them back- though I suppose I don't take you as a cutthroat- you seem like the type of dragon to avoid that scene- though perhaps I'm making a bad read. Least you've given me a good final night if that is the case.~" A clever smirk painted his face as he went on about her sense of pride and a new deal. "Oh? A deal from Pantala? What's a gal like you going to be up to so far from home? Panatala is quite different from Phyrrhia if you've never been before- you'll have to be *Extra* Mindful of your manners, I'd be curious to see your acting skills on that part." Circini poured her another glass and topped his own off.
Helen
Cringing at the pun, she said dryly, "I'm glad you're not a comedian." 

She laughed at his mockery of himself, beaming ear-to-ear as he carried on. She could tell he was having a good time by merely his banter alone. That was the reason for her parties at heart. Letting dragons loosen up and have a great time, no matter the background. Listening to Cirinci, she laughed again, this time for a different purpose. "I'm sure you can stop a war with your dullness alone." She joked, whacking him playfully with her curled tail.

"You said the drinks were free, that means no restraints," She pointed out, continuing boastfully, "Plus I've never gotten blackout drunk before. Well- once, but that's it- once. If anythin' I'd be the one draggin' you outta a bar." She chuckled, thinking of the ship parties he mentioned earlier. Her words were the truth, but it wouldn't of sounded like it from surface value. While she enjoyed the side-effects of alcohol, she was scared to lose complete control of herself and become something sluggish, despite her words of drinking all night long. Perhaps more private instances, she would let loose, but on the streets she had seen nasty things happen- some to the point where she had to intervene or she would be just as bad- and didn't want to subject herself to quarrels when she wasn't capable of standing upright. Yet those times, she was often alone with not much to rely on. The NightWing before her seemed relible enough, he, despite having a quite strong moral compass (in her opinion, anyways,) wasn't a snitch and was rather fun to be around- a contrast to the black blob napping underneath the stall's shade. Perhaps she could lay down her guard *A little*
Despite the recalled memories, her demeanour didn't change, wanting to stay in the moment rather than worry over what has been done.

She rolled her eyes at his remarks about him winning. "I don't *Analyse* Someone's features when I steal from them, how d'ya expect me to return money to no-o

Ne?" She asked, still smiling. She laughed at his words. "'Oh please, this is nothin' compared to the other parties I can throw. I'd pity if I were to kill ya after a party like this." She said, though in her mind acknowledged he probably wouldn't want more than this. She shook her head dismissively. He was a pirate- thing. For a moment she wondered how she could 'up' the parties on deck, even if never being to one.

"Well- I've already done it. It's a wing stretcher for sure." She said, thinking of how tired and how her wings ached after the journey over the seas. She hadn't learnt of sailors and whatnot- the matter did not concern her, so she never thought of it. Besides, her wings needed abit of use in them anyways. "And," She added, her usual loud voice piping up once more, "I had no need to act, I'm just that *Mannered."* She said, scoffing in mock annoyance, grabbing the glass and swirling the dark liquid, watching in intreuge as the light reflected the architecture around them.
Sylvia
He bounced off of her statement, swelling with a sense of pride. "Absolutely- clearly I'd steal the show if your reactions are anything to go off of- I best stay in my lane as a merchant to prevent a monopoly." The merchant scoffed playfully before retorting. "Stopping a war is stopping a war- right? And I must not be too dull to be keeping your attention for this long, so perhaps there's something I'm doing right." He smiled, matching hers- it had been a long time since he'd been able to properly let his guard down like this- as a merchant every deal is placated with predatory eyes, it's important to pick the good from the bad, the truth from the lie- and thus this is partially where his habit of peering into people's thoughts originated from - though as the night went on he found himself looking into Mesa's thoughts less and less- partially as a courtesy, and partially because it was nice simply conversing with her without the need for true focus. 

"Well- if you drink a little too much- I'll at least have the courtesy to send some remedies for the inevitable hangover if you can't help yourself I suppose." Circini chuckled before taking a sip of his drink - slowly accumulating some sense of a buzz in the process. "What? Me? I'd never~ I'm the dull, fancy, if not stoic Nightwing merchant- I would *Never ever* Drink more than I could handle." His voice was laced with sarcasm which spoke volumes of perhaps a more party-going past before he had become the dragon he was tonight.

It didn't take his mindreading capabilities to discern something was going on behind her eyes- he wondered what she was thinking about- but refrained from prying into what appeared to have been a more personal set of thoughts- "Well- then you can give back to the community through a donation to a local cause since you don't remember *Who* You robbed." He rolled his own eyes in response to hers before finishing the rest of his drink in one go as if to impress her even if only slightly. "Alright- that's- definitely enough of that for me this evening- if you were to challenge me to our little candle placement game now, you'd probably win." He laughed and wiped the purple liquid from the corners of his mouth. 

"I'm not surprised you say that- you're rather rambunctious demeanor betrays the lower energy of this event - I'd probably stick out like a sore thumb at one of your bigger, louder parties - I love to converse, what can I say? And in larger events there's rarely an opening to make a more meaningful connection other than-" He sort of blushed and shifted the topic quickly. "You *Flew* To Pantala? Most *Skywings *Can't make the trek- so color me surprised. Pft- right right, apologies 'miss Mesa' the most well-mannered, regal Sandwing party girl in all of Possibility~"
Helen
For once she had nothing to retort, slightly embarressed that in a way she insulted herself. Regaining her composure quickly, she asked smugly, "And how are you going to stop a war, smart-scales?" She tapped her talons on the glass unconciously, it following the beat of the drums in the background as she awaited a response from this supposed saviour.

She snorted. "Alright, as long as they're paid for, otherwise I'd be losing sleep." She laughed, mocking his concerns playfully. She listened happily to his sarcasm, distantly wondering of the atmosphere of the parties and the character he used to be at them- obviously slurrred and wobbly by the sounds of it- now more reserved and responsible. "Was the once great sailor Cirinci irresponsible at times?" She asked in a teasing tone. "I would've never guessed." 

"Fair enough I spose," She said with a gentle shrug of her wings, watching as he finished the rest of the rum, nodding slightly in modest amusement. "I'd beat ya if you were sober, no drinks required" She boastfully claimed, lifting her chin even when the facts were against her, she said, taking a swig of the delicious rum gratefully. 

"Don't act so surprised. Just 'cause I don't own an IceWing's ship doesn' mean I don't know how ta travel." She scolded, smiling. "Ahem- most mannered, regal, SandWing party gal of the ten kingdoms- get ya facts right or I'll have to revoke that fancy title off ya."
Sylvia
"I'll stop a war with my wit alone... And of course plenty of discounts." He winked with a soft chortle before glancing up at the moon- while it was true, Nightwings were usually nocturnal, due to his duties his circadian rhythm was way out of wack- so he just sort of got tired when he got tired rather than at what would probably be healthy for him. Plus, he was a little tipsy, and felt it would probably be best to go before he said or did something unfit for one of the world's leading merchants, though he'd entertain he last few questions and comments. "Oh indeed- plenty of time at sea leaves room for idle talons- having *Nothing* But alcohol on the ship certainly wasn't any help- let's just say my sailing skills weren't up to par when I was a bit younger." He laughed nervously with a weary expression.

"Beat me sober? You could hardly beat me fresh from a nap." He playfully scoffed and rolled his eyes at her comment. "Though, I won't let my head get too big off of my little victory- could've just been an off-night for you... Touche, though it's not often I hear of a dragon flying from one continent to the other." He gasped at her comment about revoking his title. "You would *Never*~" With a grin he pivoted himself away from the conversation with this side of his body facing Mesa. "It's been a wonderful evening with you- but I'm afraid it's time for me to retire, and you have a party to run through the night. I trust you'll *Behave* Without my supervision? Oh- and where should I write to contact you, we'll have to throw that marvelous party you promised aboard my vessel - in fact I have an occasion worth celebrating coming soon - it's one of the other reasons I'm in the Sand Kingdom actually- recently I was able to welcome a new member to my crew- he's a little rough around the edges, but in his heart- I can't tell he's a good dragon. If you wish to write to me first, my ship 'The Cardinal' is docked in the north-western port- you're welcome to visit if you find the time to do so." He smiled and did a little bow in respect, but was certainly half-sarcastic due to the nature of their banter. "I bid thee farewell, dear Mesa~" With a final grin- he took off into the starry night sky- eager for their next encounter.
Philip
Bro asks her for contact and leaves before she can utter a word  /lh

I was- just thought it was funny and pointed it out lol ^^
Helen
"Or lack there of," She muttered under her breath with a cheeky grin, just high enough for him to hear. She chuckled at his comment, imagining the shipwrecks that lay under the sea because of his poor choices. 

She poked out her forked tounge like a dragonet when he mentioned beating her, rolling her eyes dismissively before adding onto the part where she wins, "Exxxactly," She beamed, "I could be the fastest dragon for all you know. I could've gone easy on ya." She said, lifting her chin. "Oh- I would- then you'd be-" She thought for a moment, the rum making her mind slow, "Uh- something else!" 

"Already? The night's still young! Where's the NightWin' in ya?" She teased, bumping into him with her wing playfully as she amused herself with the thought that she made a better NightWing than him. Rolling her eyes at him lecturing her like a dragonet, she tilted her head at the 'newcomer,' intreuged of who it was whilst making a mental note of 'The Cardinal.' Despite the effect of rum, she figured it would stick in her mind, and if it didn't, she'd just arrive at some docks and have a wander. Even if the ship was out to sea, it would be a nice day out. "Your ship would *Need* A bit of a touch up, wouldn't it?" She snickered, meaning instead of a sophisticated layout, it would be messy but not crowded- the perfect balance. 

"I live in the Scorpion Den- Western side, kinda in the middle. I'll be out here for a couple more weeks, so don't be in a hurry to write there." 

She laughed, returning a half-hearted bow. "Bye, Fancy-snout. See ya 'round." She said, watching as he flew off, seemingly disappearing into the star filled sky.