Late afternoon finds the Bazaar at the height of 'busy', as folks of various types bustle about on the last of their errands and work. It could be the comfortable weather too that has the traffic at a greater influx than usual… or it's the storm brewing in the distance! Navigating the literal current and flow of people, Divale ghosts along and seemingly aimless in her path. There is little different about her, as she wears her usual androgynous styled outfit and her hair is freshly shaved and cut. Despite looking well put together, there is a shadowed look about her gaze and faint shadows under her eyes; either she just woke up or hasn't slept well in the last night or so. One can only guess, as the Wingsecond isn't exactly the most conversational of types! Pausing by a less trafficked overhang, she lurks for a moment in the shade cast there, briefly eyeing one nearby merchant in a heated debate with another.

On one particular corner of a busy thoroughfare, there's a slight form, clad rather darkly in shades of charcoal and greys, a sleeveless tunic above tight wherhide pants tucked into boots and a small leather vest overtop. Ryott's face is also accented with heavy kohl smudged over upper and lower lids. In her hands, she has a deck of cards, her fingers nimbly shuffling and fanning out the deck in a variety of ways. Snapping a card only to have it arch back towards her and catching it in her other hand without even looking. A couple people are drawing closer to look, her dark brows raising in silent welcome before she cuts the deck once more, riffles them together and then eyes the 'audience' for a likely mark. None yet. So she'll just keep up with the flashier card work for now, spinning one card in the air and then catching it blind behind her back. That one actually got one or two claps, but the girl's expression remains flat and neutral.

Amidst that hustle and bustle is Eala, who's likely not on duty, given the aimless nature of her strolling. Even for her off-duty state, the greenrider seems excessively distracted - usually that sharp gaze is on the lookout for trouble even when she's meant to be relaxing. But today it's likely someone could snatch something right out from under her nose and she'd hardly notice. She pauses by one of the merchants, fingers dancing over the woman's merchandise until she selects something she likes. Marks change hands, and then Eala moves on, new acquisition held tightly in her palm. She's not so distracted as to miss the growing cluster around… something, and she draws forward just to ensure that no one is likely to get stabbed in the near future.

Stabbings would make things livelier though! Divale might be the only one, however, who would admit to being intrigued over the prospect of such an event stirring things up. When the two arguing merchants leads to a disappointing end of both parties storming off, the brownrider focuses elsewhere for her entertainment. Ryott is saved from immediate targeting, as it's Eala's wandering that's caught her attention first. Bemused, Divale leaves the comfort of her off-to-the-side nook and slips back into the crowd. Nimbly does she weave her way, snake-like, to draw herself up alongside the greenrider and, consequently, her 'boss'. "Afternoon, Eala." Seemingly an innocent greeting and there's a smile, even but she would know better than to trust something so simple from her!

Finally her show-boating has attracted a man with a bit finer clothes that catches ryott's eye. Pointing at him, she calls out in her usual deadpan, "You sir! Would you be so kind as to pick a card." And the Zingari girl fans the deck in front of him. The audience all turn to look at the man, who seems pleased to be singled out. Stepping forward, he obliges by making his pick and holding it it close to him before the girl indicates he should show it to the others. Which he does by turning his back completely on Ryott, while she makes a show of looking away, and showing the gathered group. then he turns back around expectantly and she indicates he should put it back in the deck. When he does so she shuffles the cards up again. Finally she stops, and pulls the top card off the deck and holds it up in mock triumph, but the audience only laughs and jeers when it's not the man's card. Oh no, looks like the trick went wrong.

Stabbing would definitely make things livelier, but then they'd have to drop everything to go arrest people, and that would really put a damper on an otherwise relaxing day. And Eala actually looks relaxed, for once. There's no tension hidden in the greenrider's shoulders, although they do shift in surprise as Divale draws up beside her. She shakes her head a little, as though to try to rid it of some unseen fog. "Afternoon." One brow arches, skepticism faintly present in spite of everything. Then she promptly shoves that freshly-purchased item - a necklace - in Divale's direction. "This is for you." Or it's just an impulse purchase that she's already ready to dispose of. She nods her head toward Ryott and the mysterious card games unfolding. "Think he's about to get robbed?" She doesn't sound too terribly concerned about the prospect.

Looking relaxed can be a lure to Divale. Not that she actively seeks to disrupt it but mostly because she's curious and more-so because of who it is that is displaying it! So unfortunately Eala earns a second shadow in the form of the young brownrider and she's behaving herself… for now. That scepticism only brings a wry smirk and a too innocent gleam to her dark eyes. Why ever would she be suspicious? Blinking as the necklace is foisted on her, Divale takes it out of instinct but as she weaves it carefully through her fingers she begins to laugh; low and quiet and so very dry. "How sweet of you," she murmurs and would've kept with the teasing had the jeering not snapped her out of that. Folding the necklace carefully, while her gaze roams to the all-familiar Ryott, she scoffs at Eala's prompt. "Probably." Then a slight sigh, as her 'gift' is tucked away in a pocket without a second thought. Her gaze has turned back to the greenrider as her mouth quirks into another smirk. "Their luck seems poor today." It could be she meant the man in question… but from the way her eyes narrow, she could be throwing a barb out about Ryott's "failed" trick.

With the audience mumbling under their breath about the disapointing entertaining, Ryott shuffles through the desc desperately, holding up card after card to the man's amused shaking of his head.When she gets to the end and doesn't find it, she gets a bit of a scowl on her face before she smacks her palm to her forehead. "Are you sure you don't still have it? Could it be in your mark purse?" She asks suspiciously. The man scoffs, but the audience goes quiet. With a skeptical motion, he man takes the pouch from his belt and opens it up, and sure enough, there's a folded up card in there. Ryott helpfully takes the pouch in her hand as the man funbles with the folded card. A hush falls over the crowd as he unfolds it and looks truly dumbstruck when it comes out to be card he picked, holding it up for the audience who break into applause. Graciously handing the man's pouch back to him, she takes her bow and then holds out a cap she'd thrown down in front of her, taking a few small marks in tips from the appreciative crowd before they begin to disperse.

Don't look a gift necklace in the mouth, Divale! And not only because it's a necklace, and hopefully doesn't have a mouth. "You're welcome." There's a faint smirk on Eala's lips, even though her gaze doesn't stray from Ryott now that the the card master has her attention. She watches with faint amusement as that purse lands in the hands of someone who's unquestionably up to no good, but she doesn't make any move to stop the exchange. After all, a fool and his marks are soon parted, and it takes a true fool to hand his purse to a sleight-of-hand performer. "So, what do you think?" she asks after a moment, not moving from her spot even as the crowd around them disperses. "Is an arrest necessary, or was that utterly deserved?" Because really, what an idiot.

Divale is questioning a few things about the necklace but certainly not the value of it! There will be a time and place, later perhaps, for her to pry Eala about it. Will she actually return it? Now that's the real kicker. She'll watch the events unfold between Ryott and her target, as well as the audience but her expression is blank, almost bored with the outcome. A brow quirks for the greenrider's suggestion and she mutters darkly only for her to hear. "If we bother with an arrest, I know it'll be me processing the brat so… no." Then, in no less dry a tone but at a more normal volume. "Let's say it falls into one of those fun little grey areas as far as the law is concerned, hmm?" Besides! Arresting folk is such a mood killer.

Ryott dumps her meager tips from her hat to her hand, briefly counting before stuffing the whole into a pocket in her pants, the hat placed back over short dark hair and pulled low over her eyes. That dark gaze finally comes to rest on Eala and Divale, her expression never shifting from neutral as she tilts her head a bit in their direction before she asks in her usual deapan, "Enjoy the show?" The deck of cards, which were strewn dramatically during the act are now retrieved in a non-hurried way, each one snapped up and placed back alongside the others in the deck. Whether or not she heard the conversation between the two riders isn't readily apparent, but once she's gathered them all, she dips her head somewhat respectfully in Eala then Divale's direction, "Wingleader, Wingsecond." and brazenly, she doffs the cap from her head and holds it out to them in case they might like to show their appreciation for the entertainment.

"Someone else could do it." They really couldn't, given that Divale and Eala are the only witnesses, but the greenrider mentions it in passing all the same. But she's not pressing the issue, instead shrugging it off with a shift of her shoulders. "I'm leaving it up to your judgement," she says after a moment, turning her head to grin at the brownrider. "You're in charge." And if Divale wants to pretend that this a grey area of the law, well, it's her call! Eala is abstaining from responsibility on this issue. But if Ryott is going to walk away with her spoils, well, the greenrider likely needs to make an exit so she can claim ignorance. "I think you've made more than enough already," she tells Ryott knowingly, tilting her head in the direction in which the girl's mark disappeared. "Try not to give Divale cause to arrest you for the rest of today, would you?" She claps a hand on the brownrider's shoulder for a moment, squeezing briefly before she vanishes off into the crowds again. Responsibility avoided!

Ooh, Eala is going to owe her for this! Divale's eyes narrow dangerously when she's clapped on the shoulder and the sidelong look she darts to Eala looks annoyed on the surface. In reality, she's likely biting her tongue to keep from quipping something too sharp even for her. As the greenrider makes her escape, she'll click her tongue and then focus her dark gaze on Ryott. Smirking, some of that sharpness comes out at first, directed to the girl. "Or you could make my day much more interesting and do something to change my mind about arresting you." There's a sly twitch to one corner of her mouth. Again! Surely Ryott hasn't forgotten? The facade soon drops and Divale is back to looking numbly bored with the whole affair. "And don't look to me for favours." Which means no marks coming from her, either!

"Yeah, I keep telling ya Divale, I actually have to be doing something wrong for you to be able to arrest me," Ryott replies just as darkly, leaning forwards and dropping her tone to private levels after Eala takes her leave. Her still empty cap is put back into place and pulled down a little crookedly over the girl's brow. Then she holds up her hands in an innocent gesture that just looks downright eerie on the Zingari girl with the shadow of her cap falling over her features. Dropping her hands, fingers absently play with the deck as she tilts her head a little to look up at the brownrider with a snort of derision from the back of her throat. "Why would I? As far as I'm concerned we're square, no balance owing."

"You just implied you wanted more," Divale almost sighs as she flicks her fingers towards the cap that Ryott now wears on her head. She leaves the argument, or lack thereof, to drift away on that thread. Moving a few steps, she'll half circle around the young Zingari girl as the flow of traffic forces her to shift or be in the way. It's also a convenient excuse for her to get closer without making it too obvious. "You drew our attention. She even asked my opinion on whether or not to move ahead…" Not the whole truth, but she mutters enough in low tones and with a hint of amusement.

"C'mon, we both knew you weren't going to cough up, but I wouldn't be me, if I didn't..push." Ryott says softly, turning on the spot to follow Divale with her gaze, a sigh accompanies a roll of her eyes. "I'm supposed to draw attention, it's how I get an audience…" Shaking her head, she turns her head to look defiantly in the brownrider's direction. "Did you actually see me do anything illicit Divale? No, don't answer, I know you didn't, because I didn't do anything." She holds her arms out from her side, a bit and gestures to her person. "Search me if you want. Or better yet, chase after that man and ask him if any marks are missing from his purse. I'll wait." Crossing her arms over her chest, she juts her chin out just a little bit, challenging maybe, the rest of her gaze stuck in frozen neutrality. Is she bluffing? Her poker face is pretty good, so it's hard to tell.

Divale goes still while Ryott challenges her, watching the girl with an indifferent look and an expression that is difficult to read. By the end of it, even with her posturing, all she does is laugh a low, gruff laugh. The smile that flickers and vanishes in a breadth is wolfish, a glimpse of teeth and no mirth that fully reaches her eyes. "Oh Ryott," she breathes in a disappointed exhale. Her hand lifts, either to flick the edge of that cap or even so brazen as to curl briefly under the girl's chin before drawing back. "Don't you ever learn?" she admonishes in false scolding. "You are far, far to easily riled. That short fuse will be your undoing someday…"

Trying her hardest not to bristle, Ryott merely cleanches her hands into fists, conveniently hidden in the fold of her arms. The only response to the woman's hand moving towards her face is a narrowing of her dark eyes as shoulders tense up very slightly. Taking a bit of a breath through her nose, lips pressed together in a tight line, the girl just glares at the brownrider for a long moment. "I learn just fine, maybe it's your teaching that was the problem," is the girl's icy retort, sharp and meant to bite, "Glad I don't have to deal with that anymore." She regrets it almost as soon as she says it, but shows no remorse outwardly.

Ryott goes for a cheap shot and low hit, all in one! It very likely struck home in some way and later Divale will analyze why it stung her at all. Yet her expression hardly changes, save for a coldness settling in her eyes that wasn't there before. If she had any lingering contact on the girl, she'd have felt just how cold the brownrider's hands become too, despite the warm weather. "Never said I would be the best suited teacher." she mutters tersely. "You had your pick and you made your choice." To choose her and to leave. There is no outward sign of any emotion to Ryott at all; no anger, no hurt, no regret. Nothing. It's eerie and worse when Divale suddenly smiles emptily. "Well!" Her hands clasp together, loud enough that some folk passing by give them a darted glance. "Now that that's out of your system, I suppose this is where you get going, hmm?"

Ryott can't help a shiver at the coldness that suddenly seems to be turned on her from Divale, but out of pure teenage stubborness, she stands her ground. "Yep, my choice. That's what it was," she mumbles sarcastically under her breath, tension bringing her shoulders up around her ears defensively at the woman's clap of her hands, not appreciating the attentions it's garnering. "You don't…" she almost blurts out before biting the words back with a shake of her head. "Shard it. I'll see you around Wingsecond, or not….I don't fucking care anymore." She mutters her last dispassionately, and as Divale predicted, the girl turns on her heel and, if not stopped, will soon be swalled by the Bazaar crowd and be gone.

There is no move from Divale to stop Ryott from leaving, only her cold, disconnected, gaze following the girl as she goes to turn on her heel. "Liar," the accusation is whispered just before she is out of range and likely in reference to Ryott lack of caring. The brownrider won't linger either and if Ryott happens to glance back at all, she may glimpse a fleeting change in her. Loneliness. Or it could be a trick of shadow and light! Because why of all emotions to slip through would it be that? As effortlessly as before, Divale slips back into the flow of the crowds; there and gone to drift and find a new distraction until her shift officially ends.