Gabriel had ignored the looks of the town folk, as he knew no one could take Vataliny's heart. Even if they tried. The love the two had for each other was close to inseparable. Only destiny would separe them, until time would bring them back. As Vataliny had to indure.<br/><br/>Gabriel watched Vataliny's reaction to the festivals excitment. If there was something she wanted, he could tell her no. Giving the amount of coins needed for each item. He had made sure he had enough coins for the festival. Grabbing a carmel apple on a stick. He eats as they walk side by side. Looking at all the stands and sellers. While watching kids spin a ribbons on a poll. It was all exciting. He was a noble of the land. But he might had been lord, since the Lord of the land. Was always off in another town. Gabriel didn't like that he took place of lord, until the Lord Bechman had came around. He had kept an eye out, seeing if Lord Bechman would arrive for the festival and or the ball.<br/><br/>Gabriel smiled and nodded, as some woman came up to him, trying to steal Gabriel. "Good evening Sir Stout. What a lovely evening." They had flirted with him. Trying to lure him away. But had stood composed as a statue without being phased. Without a Glace at them. As he had focused on something behind the ladies. Being it be a stand, the fire or Vataliny herself. The ladies frowned to find they couldn't win him over. Getting jealous of vataliny. Many of them started to conspire against them.