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[Tripudio Incendia]

(( Sorry.. tired.. nothing too amazing in this one ))

Originally, trip hadn't been to Obsidian for a show. Just a little walk around and maybe a drink or two. But as he walked along one of the Brightstone shoppers seemed to have recognized him and hurried over and asked if he could do a trick or two. He smiled and said, while taking off his pack, "Why of course, of course" He took a step back and pulled a torch out of his pack. He lit it with a snap of his fingers and spun it around his body abit. As it was a small street he couldn't do too much but still. He spun to torch up to his mouth. He sent it in and when he slid it out, not a lick of fire remained on the torch. His cheeks glowed red and looked like the fire was still in them... well perhaps because.. It was? Smoke furled from his nostrils and he looked much like a dragon. He opened his mouth and bellowed forth a towering inferno of fire. once if faded away he gave a slight bow to the group of people that had gathered around.

 

[Noelle Lurken]

It was a lovely July day, and Noelle had promised her son that she would take him to the park, as yesterday had been raining and he had been patiently sitting inside helping her unpack his things. Sure he couldn't do all that much but he was a good boy and deserved some time to play. With her five year old son in her arms, and his sweater hung over her shoulder she apparated out of her brand new home and into the main square of Brightstone Village.

Immediatly Peter squirmed out of her arms, so she placed him down carefully, keeping a watchful eye on her boy. But the moment he thought he was good to go escape for a moment he staggered to a stranger. Not only that, but a stranger that was dancing with fire. Noelle ran after her sandy haired son, and scooped him up in her arms before he could get any closer to the fire that seemed to be drawing him in. "No Peter, playing with fire is dangerous," she warned, petting his head softly. Naturally he pouted and shook his head, but didn't say a word, he never did, this worried her but his father had been antisocial so she assumed it was the same thing. She turned her body so they could both watch the man that was bending the fire.

Peter's chocolate eyes gleamed with curiousity, and he clapped his stubby fingers as fire blazed in front of them. Noelle looked curiously at her son and smiled with her gentle roll of her eyes. "My son the pyro," she thought aloud humourously, but stepped back a little so he wouldn't get hurt by any flames.

 

[Tripudio Incendia]

Trip looked over to the girl with a little boy, perhaps around the age of 5 that seemed to be enchanted by the flames. He walked up to her and said with a chuckle, "Quite the little brave one you've got there" He paused to give her a smile before adding, "I'm Tripudio by the way.. but everyone calls me trip". He gave a slight bow before pulling himself up and asking, "And who might you and the little tike be?"

 

[Noelle Lurken]

Noelle smiled at the man that came up to her and Peter, he just looked up at him in awe. "Lovely to meet you Tripudio," she said, her French accent coating on her words like molasses(sp?), deciding that she wouldn't call him Trip, she didn't much care for nicknames, she liked formalities and thought it was a bit impolite to call people by anything else then their given name. "I'm Noelle, and this is Peter," she smiled, adjusting her son gracefully in her arms so that she could offer her hand.

Noelle and Peter barely looked alike, the only thing that tied them together through their appearance was their big, chocolate brown eyes. Peter was already a spitting image of her exhusband and his father, which had often made her wonder if he would continue to look like him his whole life or would he stray towards her appearance as well. It didn't matter, she loved her son more then anything or anyone in the world, which was a big reason why she and Millard didn't work.