<div align="center"><em><strong>~TIGRIA – Marketplace~</strong></em></div><br/>She<em>had</em>been enjoying herself. She<em>had</em>actually managed to forget about things for a while. Forget that she hadn't had any Cleric duties in a long while. Forget that she hadn't been able to lose herself in a decent battle in so very long. Sometimes peace could set a cats canines on edge. She still had dance though, and she couldn't stop the gentle curl of an almost smile upon her mouth. Oh how she loved to dance. Setting herself and her mind apart from everything, and falling into the music and movement. It was something she could do to while away the time she spent alone, which happened to be a LOT of the time. Her wistful smile faded as she gazed in longing at the material she'd found. A new garment for the ceremony would be wonderful, even if no one noticed her...<br/><br/>...with a sharp snap reality slammed back into her by the face of Lynx wavering in her vision, smiling that shit-eating grin of his that he always had. Mortification swept in swiftly as in his always too loud voice proclaimed, she should buy the items she'd been looking at. Her soft smile fled lovely, seemingly gentle features, and cornflower eyes widened as his speech worked...LOUDLY....towards her chest. Her head would whip back and forth, seeing the glances that were being set her way, cats leering in her direction.<br/><br/>“ LYNX!! Shut UP!! Have you been watching me!? Why you little....”<br/><br/>Ah Lynx. What to say about him? He was really the only one she ever had any sort of connection with. They were both orphans, and they both were Clerics. Yet none knew of these things but each other. It bound them in a manner, bound them in a way no others could ever possibly understand, but sometimes, okay most times that didn't matter. Lynx managed to irritate her in any manner of ways, and he took such delight in embarrassing her at any given moment. And somehow, some way she allowed him to disconcert her every....SINGLE....time.<br/><br/>Oh and Lynx knew it. If she could blush her comely face would be bright red. Instead, her claws came out, and her ears laid back tight against her skull as she hissed at him. Her lithe body tensed, coiling like a spring as she readied to pounce upon him, even as he bounced backwards steps, snickering at her reaction. And pounce she did, taking after him like a shot, growling low as she raced to catch him. Indeed they were running right towards the Square where a cat was announcing an upcoming fight, but she didn't care. Her fight was with Lynx, and she planned on pummeling him all about his oh so funny head.<br/><br/>“COME HERE! You better hope I don't catch you...!”<br/><br/>