A Day of Festivities [Festival/Invite]
Sept 24, 2023 22:29:42 GMT -5
Post by Aagha "Pack-Runner" on Sept 24, 2023 22:29:42 GMT -5
The shy boy gave consideration to the proposal the other was creating. Drawing attention was quite an easy feat for him when his three beasts were present, but could he do something like that alone? He began to subconsciously rap his fingers in thought against his left thigh as he listened. Aagha wasn't sure if he had what it took to draw a crowd, he was comfortable with a bow and arrow, not excellent. His beasts were no where near, though it wasn't an issue to call Boromir's attention if necessary. Perhaps a slight flustered look and small but present beads of sweat would give his thought process away as it continued. He wasn't stellar at archery despite the fact that it was a passion of his and something he was very earnestly working on bettering. Meeting Snow had lit a new fire in his heart to master the bow far more than what he had ever felt before. Perhaps the scary tiefling man and his subordinate had created more of an impression on him than he originally thought.
The boy was still unfamiliar with a desire to be good at something. He didn't understand the own discomfort in his chest as he continued to think of shooting arrows forth in front of many or putting himself out there and drawing a crowd was perhaps excitement. In his own eyes he thought it was just something else to make him uncomfortable and this caused him to hug himself slightly rubbing his upper arms. His eyes shifted slightly to the ground and he let out a small sigh trying to keep it as inaudible as possible. He continued to listen on and observe the merchant as he pondered at the offer given to him. There weren't many people trying to go out of their way to participate in this game and Aagha could realize why now. It seemed as though this man had the wrong idea. From what Aagha had learned of people at the capital, they were stern and proud. The vendor was making the mistake of trying to create an air of importance around the game rather than celebrate participants.
This simple information was enough for Aagha to assess the situation clearly and with no bias. Shooting a bullseye on a target only gave so much appeal. It didn't take long for Aagha to already formulate an idea in the case of the man agreeing to their terms. These were all probably people Aagha would never see again, but it didn't stop him from feeling pressure around the idea of having to perform as himself. He would make his way over now as they debated to a mask stand and purchase a rather gaudy bright mask that hosted bells on it around the very top. He could hide his own face and he was well aware that this would make him feel infinitely more comfortable in a task not necessarily built for him. Should the vendor decline, he had been drawn to the mask anyway.
The boy was still unfamiliar with a desire to be good at something. He didn't understand the own discomfort in his chest as he continued to think of shooting arrows forth in front of many or putting himself out there and drawing a crowd was perhaps excitement. In his own eyes he thought it was just something else to make him uncomfortable and this caused him to hug himself slightly rubbing his upper arms. His eyes shifted slightly to the ground and he let out a small sigh trying to keep it as inaudible as possible. He continued to listen on and observe the merchant as he pondered at the offer given to him. There weren't many people trying to go out of their way to participate in this game and Aagha could realize why now. It seemed as though this man had the wrong idea. From what Aagha had learned of people at the capital, they were stern and proud. The vendor was making the mistake of trying to create an air of importance around the game rather than celebrate participants.
This simple information was enough for Aagha to assess the situation clearly and with no bias. Shooting a bullseye on a target only gave so much appeal. It didn't take long for Aagha to already formulate an idea in the case of the man agreeing to their terms. These were all probably people Aagha would never see again, but it didn't stop him from feeling pressure around the idea of having to perform as himself. He would make his way over now as they debated to a mask stand and purchase a rather gaudy bright mask that hosted bells on it around the very top. He could hide his own face and he was well aware that this would make him feel infinitely more comfortable in a task not necessarily built for him. Should the vendor decline, he had been drawn to the mask anyway.