<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1d/ba/a0/1dbaa05622a048a9f005069dee8b0c90.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rilka (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1314187)<br/><strong>Stats:</strong><strong>AC</strong>18;<strong>HP</strong>9/9<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>There's a bounce to Rilka's steps as she enters Phaender early in the morning despite the weight of her travel pack and the large bag of samples slowing her down. The long locks of her dark hair dance freely around her face in the wind and her usual grin curls her lips as her short legs finally get her into town proper. An admiring eye is turned towards the swaying banners and all the stands starting to open but squaring her shoulders, and ignoring any extra attention the act may draw by pressing her overly large bust even further out she heads for some of the more permanant merchants. Her mornings are spent on her parent's business, showing how well the crops turned out as well as arranging pickup and payment for the surplus food stuff.<br/><br/>With work done she heads off to the meet a carpenter she knows, delayed only slightly by helping a child bandage a skinned knee and then being drawn into a game of Rangers and Beasts. Having proven herself a fiercesome beast that had to be slain she makes it to the carpenter. And comes away with a brand new crossbow sized just for her. The thought of no longer having to use her Pa's overly large for her crossbow has her bouncing and dancing down the streets, skirt and the odd coat she wears flapping and swirling around her form.<br/><br/>She spends the remains of the day wandering from stall to stall chattering with sellers and admiring the fancy foods and wonderful trinkets that swell the streets during the festival. With one last glance at a bolt of oh so soft silk she slips into the Taproot Inn for food and storytelling. Not that she expected Aubrin to demand stories from everyone around. She claps and cheers for the more energetic stories and storytellers while the darker tales have her slumping on her stool or gasping at what others went through.<br/><br/>Wincing at the elvish girl's tale of fights and torture she sets her mug down before letting her voice raise up. "Mayhap something not so... dark." Glancing at the crowd, and reminding herself to check up on the poor trio of lasses that had been brought to town so injured. "Most of you should know Father Tetherhook. For those of you that don't he's a rather cranky priest of Irori that's deathly afraid of animals. And this is why he is." Reaching out for her mug she pauses her speech before looking down, a frown curling her lips as she  stretches and reaches for the mug. Giving a slight hiss  as her breasts squish against the tabletop she reclaims her mug from near the middle of the table and takes a sip. "Father Tetherhook's a firm believer in Irori and adamant about perfection of self and being right proper in behavior. He is in fact rather militant about it. Willing to shout and shake his walking stick at anyone he thinks is being improper. One night he came upon some folk out partying and drinking wild with all the rowdy actions brought up by strong drink."<br/><br/>"The good Father, in a holy tantrum marched in on the party and began yelling and popping people upon their heads." She pauses before drawing herself up as she gives a small cough. Ever so briefly she gives a squeaky attempt to match the scratchy tones of an older man hollering. "You all Sinning and besmirching yourselves! For shame! You must REPENT!" Slumping upon her stool she giggles as a wicked little grin curls her lips. "Shame for the Father there were priests and priestesses in the group. Followers of Cayden and Calistria to be specific. And they took offense as I'm sure you can imagine. With a BANG!" She scoops up her fork and thumps it against her plate before setting it back to the right of her plate. "The priest and priestess, naked and still entwined cursed him but good. Slow to start it was and nothing Father Tetherhook noticed at first but animals began flocking to be around him. It wasn't till a week past and a rather large dog jumping upon and humping him that ol' Tetherhook realized just how bad things would get. For nigh on two months he was chased and harassed by any and every animal whenever he left his house. Birds diving at him for attention, dogs humping him, cats curling around him, and the less said about the goats and cows the better."<br/><br/>Picking her mug up to take a sip she pauses and glares at it before yanking her tines up fork out of the mug. Slapping it down on the table she takes a sip from her mug before leaning back on her stool. "No one really knows what he had to do to appease Cayden and Calistria to end the curse. But! I do know for a fact that his attempts to get Irori to end it wound up in failure. Irori it seems wanted to use the curse to teach ol' Tetherhook a lesson in respecting differences. In Deities and in people." With a grin and a raising of her mug she settles in on the stool. "And that folks is why Father Tetherhook is afraid of animals." She pauses before frowning slightly. "Just ummm... Don't tell him I told that tale aye?"<br/><br/>With tale told she settles in to listen and watch the people, the food upon her plate vanishing bite by bite while her feet drum against her stool. And if her shadow should reach ever so slightly for folks as she's watching them...  Well that she paid no mind at all.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>