<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ZCFWZWL.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Anabella</span></em></span><br/>Half-Elf Slave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Around the Festival, at her owner's side<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erza, Xilupha, Bard<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Anabella jumped just slightly as Erza delivered a correctional blow to her rear - not hard, but certainly sharp enough to get the girl's attention. Looking suitably chastened, she nodded her head.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes Mistress, forgive me, I did not want to keep you waiting."</strong><br/><br/>She smiled at Xilupha, clearly not particularly put out by the need to return to the bar. This was her life after all, and it was good to be useful. And busy. It was when she was neither one of those things that the world became dangerous for someone like her.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll be right back."</strong><br/><br/>The half-elf slave hurried off, braving once more the gauntlet of intoxicated, wandering hands. When a delay in the movement of the crowd left her by the Goliath jewelers stall for a moment, she took a moment to admire the bands, complementing the young woman on the quality of her craftsmanship. She had simpler tastes than Erza, for obvious reasons, and part of her admired the simple expression of paired devotion. She brushed a fingertip against the lesser of the two bands, murmuring a small prayer that it be found by one of the devout before going on her way, demurring that she, of course, had no money of her own.<br/><br/>Aware of the eyes on her, Bard's among them, she retrieves a second goblet - and a second bottle of the more expensive wine - while enduring the attention of a few of the cruder patrons, before she turns. For a moment, she assumes the boy is a cutpurse, and goes to grab his arm before she looks down at the dried flower.<br/><br/><em>Curious...</em><br/><br/>Looking into the crowd for a moment, she tucks the petals away in a small side compartment of the pouch she carries, and returns to her owner's side, placing another goblet before Xilupha, pouring the wine generously.<br/><br/>"I thought it best to get another bottle Mistress, before the stock...degrades any further."