Familia Byakko, as per tradition, is in the city, and even now, they spread out, looking towards their counterparts. They are, of course, fellow Nobles, and more so, are practically cousins, but the relationships between the First and the Third Trine have always been strained by their very nature- After all, they are, in many ways, the antithesis of eachother. They are, all the same, going to behave themselves, this being your festival.<br/><br/>Power of Horse is, as he usually is, showboating for the crowd, his hands grasping the essence of fire out of the air, focusing it through himself, and throwing the materialized gunpowder into the air, creating colorful bursts, manipulating them so they fly through the air in dancing patterns. Horse is the spirit of Gunpowder itself, a fire elemental born when first someone ignited gunpowder, and he inherited a personality to match, youthful, cheerful, and magnetic to a fault. He is, of course, also a flighty being, and that has certainly been cause for some tension between him and Rat- it's hard to deal with someone like that at the best of times. " Cousin Rat!" He, of course, is godawfully ignorant of it, showing that special brand of polite ignorance that can make certain people unbearably cheerful. " Well, how has your year been? Any new developments in the world of cunning and espionage? Come, please, let me treat you to a meal." he says, already off with that exuberance that is two parts charming and one parts obnoxious, offering a hand cheerfully. He is tall, and though his form looks human, there are aspects of the fire even when he doesn't manifest his elemental form- the cast of his hair, waving even when no breeze is present, a slightly warmer than normal skin, and a look, deep in his eyes, of a waving fire.<br/><br/>Wukong and David are approached by the other two of the Trine. Power of Dog is a slight woman, cynical and a bit of a bitch, all things told, though not for lack of trying. She hmphs, cocking her head. "Well, I see that the great and powerful Cousin Dragon has managed to make another one of those embarassingly over the top entrances." she says, hands set on her hip, head tilted. " You know, not everything needs to be done while strolling down the backs of mortals." she says wryly, shaking her head. She is, all the same, a beautiful woman, though her beauty has a certain cast quality. She was born of the first iron smelted in China, a statue given life. "So, what new and ludicrous lengths have you gone to this year?" she asks, eyebrow raised as she sits on the temple roof. Her hair is long, strands of iron, thin yet strong, a dark black, her features lovely, showing her Chinese heritage quite thoroughly. She isn't a bad person to most, even considered a very kind, loyal person to those in her Familia, but she has always been particularly picky with David's behavior. The lady doth protest too much, perhaps.<br/><br/>Power of Tiger, meanwhile, shakes her head. 'Wukong, you sit here reading books. It is a festival. You are being a pain, as usual.' she says. She's a dryad, born of a grove, remote in the distant mountains, a single grove of ancient bamboo, intensively powerful geomantically, but practically unknown. She is, of course, an old friend, but she's one of those friends who wakes you up at four in the morning to do a run through the bad neighborhoods and gets in a fight with a gang lord. Everybody has one. 'There's a festival, get off your famous ass and let's find some trouble.' she says with a wild grin. 'We've got the run of the city, how about a good old fashioned rooftop run?' She is as athletic as her nature, grinning as she puts her hands on her hips. 'Unless, of course, you got soft this year.' she says, smirking tauntingly, pushing buttons with the abandon of an attention deficit child.<br/><br/>Snake, on the other hand, meets someone who is rather less grating- His old brother, Ox. 'Hello, brother. I hope you're doing well?' he says peacefully, the tall, broad-shouldered man sitting at a stoop peacefully, watching the festival pass by. He is composed of the waters of the Yellow River, an essence of the river itself, and was the member of your Trine to find himself with Byakko. Of course, he's still kept in touch with you. " What is new, my brother?" he asks, standing up, unfolding peacefully.