Fairy tales... 4

Oscar shrugs.
"Alright then. Thank you madam. I hope to do business with you in the future."
He takes the objects and bows. He taps the ground leaving a bag of coins before he leaves the building while whispering different spells.

Maleficent: Well, that was uneventful *she mentally shrugs* Farewell, may the gods of old guide you down fruitful paths *with her words a wind blows from behind him, almost cradling him for a moment in the blessing of a priestess*

Oscar stifles a laugh.
"(Yeah... 'Gods'.)"
He walks away and sets up his booth again along the group's path.

Marina: *stares at the stars*

Maleficent: *sighs and lounges on a couch, reading a book*

Robyn steps next to Marina and looks up into the sky.
"Something up there?"

Marina: *smiles and shakes her head* I wish I knew... I used to stare at them for hours instead of do my *she pauses* tasks.... *she thinks of how boring being an oracle/seer is*

Robyn looks up at the sky.
"Well, there's always a chance..."

Mithwin: *gasps and sits up a look of surprise and pain on her face... She looks around and relaxes laying back down*

Elsa:*sits herself down and hums quietly to herself*

*uh... Time passes.... Unless someone has plans...*

Sandstriker wrote:Robyn looks up at the sky.
"Well, there's always a chance..."

Marina: *nods* Perhaps for others

Sage'sSong wrote:

Sandstriker wrote:Robyn looks up at the sky.
"Well, there's always a chance..."

Marina: *nods* Perhaps for others

"Hm?"
Robyn looks at Marina.
"What do you mean by that?"

Marina: *realizes she said that out loud* Hm? Oh-uh, nothing *she smiles faintly*

Sage'sSong wrote:Marina: *realizes she said that out loud* Hm? Oh-uh, nothing *she smiles faintly*

"Oh... Ok."
Robyn walks by the sleigh.

Marina: *smiles at him, her eyes warm*

Robyn looks solemnly ahead.

§China'sAllieCat§ wrote:*uh... Time passes.... Unless someone has plans...*

((No plans, I'm waiting for something to happen.))

((As am I))

*sUDDENLY A WILD BOOTH APPEARS*

Marina: *blinks*

Raven stares curiously at the booth.

((Well I can't do anything till either Scarlett gets on *she probably wont* or we get to the sorcerer))

Oscar waits at the booth, a mechanical monkey with wings clapping a cymbal to attract attention.

Marina: *clears her throat* Um, hello?

Izarra looks skeptically at the figure. "Marina can you stop the horses?"