"'e creature jus' fell f'rm 'e celin', right on Doji's face." N'tael has Rocio's arm in his as they walk down the bazaar road between colourful tents. He's smirking as he regals her with the story of the candidates hunting a tunnel snake in the stores. He's not at all upset that they were in a minute amount of danger.

"Wait, wait." Rocio has a hard time believing this story. "A tunnelsnake fell and landed on her face?" She squints at the bronzer and pulls away from his arm a bit to get a better look at his expression. "You're lyin'. That ain't right." A beat, "Them things got fangs! And not t' mention CLAWS." With nasty personalities to boot. "I hunt 'em and they ain't nothin' t' fool around with. Ya big fibber."

"Nahh, tunnelsnakes dinner fell on 'er face." N'tael beams despite the accusation that he's lying his pants off. "Snake was wantin' it, cept Aleirian threw a knife 'n it got spooked. Ye proly ne'er killed on've 'em with a broom tho, tho," a break as N'tael ponders thoughtfully, "I'm thinkin' that was jus' what stunned it." Unbeknown to the pair of them they have gained a STALKER, who apparently isn't happy when N'tael reaches out to wrap his hand into Rocio. It's Nate the goat and he has pulled away from his owner and is going to HEAD BUTT Rocio.

"With a broom? Nah. Never with a broom." Rocio admits with a thoughtful expression. "I should try that, though. It'd be kinda funny." She snickers at the idea. But what's NOT funny is when a driving force collides with her backside and hurls her forward out of freakin' no where. The greenrider screeches just after it happens and she falls forward with some not-so-graceful flailing. FLAILING. "Why'd ya do that!?" Of course she blames N'tael right off the bat. Don't mind her, she'll just attempt to get back on her feet as she waits for an EXPLANATION.

Does, "MAAAAHHH, MAAAAAA~" count as an explination? Because that's about as much as Nate the goat is going to give as he stands in front of N'tael and shakes his goat-y head at Rocio. Behind the goat N'tael's expression turns from one of concern over his girl suddenly being knocked over, to one of amusement when it becomes clear that she isn't in any REAL danger. He's laughing Ro, he can't help it. "Ye got a li'l," and he waves at his head to indicate she's got some draw in her hair.

Rocio is grumbling some not nice words when she regains her footing. Both hands work at brushing off the grime on her pants when she's finally able to see those weird, beady looking goat eyes staring back at her. "Now why in Faranth's name," her Keroon accent is thick today, folks. "Would a shardin' goat do that, Nate? Huh?" HUH? A hand rubs her elbow. "That thing came from outta no where!"

"I'm tellin' ye!" N'tael's hands raise skyward in the most INOOCENT POSE EVER, "Was 'e goat! I ain't ne'er seen it afore," a bright smile flicks across his lips and he can't resist a tease (N'tael is going to have to buy ALL the flowers and candies after this to make up for his behavior~), "Ye sure ye ain't tried t' be huntin'," wait, boy or girl? A quick dip down confirms BOY, "him or his ma afore? Somethin' what'd be givin' him a bad taste f'r ye?"

WHO IS THIS LOWLY RIFF RAFF STANDING BEFORE MY N'TAEL? DON'T WORRY, MY LOVE. I'LL DEFEND YOUR VIRTUE. Cause, you know, N'tael is completely virtuous and all that. Nate the goat huffs, lowering his head while hooves stomp into the ground. He won't let anyone come between he and his sweet desert flower. When N'tael checks his Nate's equipment, the goat turns his creepy eyes towards the rider. Dem bedroom eyes. Oh, N'tael~ Not in public. No one is allowed to feast their eyes upon your body but me! MAAAAAAA~

Rocio is bent over just a tad in an attempt to dust of her knees when she catches sight of that weird goat again. Blonde wisps of hair have fallen free from her ponytail and she straightens, lifting both hands to tighten her hair tie and stare at the bony looking animal between she and N'tael. "What the heck is its problem? Ya gotta burr up yer hind end?" That, of course, was for Nate the goat. Squint. Noooow the greenrider starts rolling up her sleeves. "I'mma take this thing back t' the Herders…"

N'tael is just going to try to edge around the goat to get over to Rocio's side. "Here, let me be helpin'." He's just going to reach for her hair to brush some of the fly-away strands into place."He ain't got a herder mark Ro," N'tael has seen THAT much at least. A glance about the bazaar, trying to see a frayed rope that matches the one around Nate the goat's neck.

Nate the goat turns to N'tael, nibbling lightly on his fingertips. What did you eat for breakfast without me? Let me live vicariously through your touch! The goat leans his body up against, peering up WITH ALL THE LOVE IN IT'S EYES. MAAAAAA~ Did you like my poem? I wrote it for you. Then, N'tael goes to… HIS LOVE RIVAL? Oh, this is how you want to play? Alright, I'll play your silly love games. I'll woo you and win your heart. That's right, N'tael, I wear no mark. I'm a free goat. Mark me! MAAAAA~
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"That don't mean they can't take 'im." Rocio says while rolling up the last parts of her sleeves. Now she's ready to escort this thing back into a pen where it belongs. You know, like where a NORMAL goat should be. "Alrighty. Now c'mon, you. It ain't far t' the Herders." There's a MAAA when Rocio steps closer to Nate and she eyes him again for good measure, noticing that he doesn't have a collar of any sort. Maybe she can grab a big floppy ear to lead him out of the Bazaar, eh?

"Yo, there." N'tael jerks his hands out of the goat's mouth. That's a li'l weird yo. A halfstep is taken away, when it comes to wrangling livestalk Rocio is totally the master of that kind of stuff. "None of m'hands f'r ye. Ro, mayhap we should get… a rope 'r somethin'? HEY," voice raised as N'tael turns away from both Rocio and the goat, "ANYONE MISSIN' A GOAT?" More quietly, "He is a li'l cute."

He called me cute?! HE CALLED ME CUTE! MAAAAAAA~ Missing a goat? Oh, N'tael, don't be bashful. Nate the goat snorts, stomping his hooves at this Ro person and he takes steps back. Oh, you're not going to get rid me that easily! The goat begins to run in a half circle, daring Rocio to chase. If you're too slow to capture me, you're too slow to pleasure the N'tael! He needs REAL STRENGTH! Not some foolish amateur.

Rocio dips her hand into an open cannister of granola propped near a vendor's table. The old man standing in the booth sells oats, grain, and all types of granola for baking purposes — it just so happens that Rocio's father is a frequent customer, too, so she doesn't feel bad when she hollers, "Put it on Rodric's tab!" That way she won't get jailed for 'stealing' anything in the Bazaar. "Nah, ya don't need a rope. Just some grain t' lead 'im 'cause these things love sweet stuff." Like granola. IT'S GOAT SCIENCE. Rocio crouches when the fidgety thing flails away, so she waggles her fingers to help entice Nate closer. "He cain't resist. I'll betcha anythin'."

N'tael totally mouths SORRY at the stall-o-grain, but he'll get paid eventually so it can't be all that bad. When the creature darts around him N'tael spins to keep eyes on the creature. "I wouldn't be able t' resist ye." It's a tease to Rocio. It's tine to try to be helpful though, since no one has answered his call he'll step away to go and find a rope.

Oh, Nate spots the sweet, sweet stuff and he looks over to it longingly. Look at how beautiful the sweet stuff is in all it's sweet, sweet glory. For a moment, Nate feels weak. One hoof moves forward as he watches this Ro person entice him with deliciousness. Luring him closer to her than… WAIT A MINUTE. Nate the goat lifts his head up and swings it towards N'tael. ALMOST FOOLED ME WITH YOUR WOMANLY WAYS. I will not be deterred. Nate the goat turns and runs after N'tael, trotting with a little sway of his goatbutt as he follows. You know who has rope? Rosies. They have some good grain, too. They like to tickle, do you like to tickle, my desert flower?

"Dangit!" Rocio growls while rising to her feet. "N'tael, if ya hadn't moved…!" Swiping the canister of granola from the booth's table and with the proper 'put it on Rodric's tab' hollered yet again, the greeniding huntress jogs after Nate trotting after N'tael. Shaking the canister, the granola rattles around the tin to try and capture the goat's attention yet again. "HEY. How 'bout ya come back here an' have some of this stuff? It's tasty!" Shake, shake. "C'mon!" Shake. "GET BACK HERE YA FUZZY LONG EARED FUR WAD!" Shake, shake, shake!

"WOAH THERE," The goat gets UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL and even N'tael is a little yo, no man, common. A hand comes out and puts his hand right on Nate the goat's forehead to keep him back. "I think he's stalkin' me Ro." N'tael is sometimes called slow, and this is one've 'em.

FUZZY LONG EARED FUR WAD?!?!?! Nate stops in his tracks, swinging his head over to Rocio and he snorts, stoming his feet. He lowers his head, getting ready t-WAIT. Is that. A WHOLE canister of the sweet stuff? More than a mere handful of sweet, but enough to cover my whole face in of the sweet? The sweet sweetness? For a moment, Nate the goat is weak with Rocio's teasing ways. N'tael! You're a cheap date, you know that? Do you treat all of those who clammor for your attention with the same frivolous manner? Nate turns his head over to N'tael and those golden glowing locks floating softly in the breeze beckon him once more. You know, in that slow motion with sketchy music playing in the background sorta thing? I JUST CAN'T QUIT YOU. Nate's on the run, again!

Trek walks in from the Central Bowl.

"Ya think?" Rocio stage-whispers to N'tael. When it appears that she's snagged the goat's attention for the moment, she halts and crouches while shaking the granola inside the canister. "Yeah, that's a good boy! Lookit this stuff… MMmmmmm~" When she aaaalmost has Nate within range to grab, the conniving little beast turns and bolts after poor N'tael once again. "NO WAIT." Ta hell with the canister, Rocio ditches it on some random tabletop and sprints after the fuzzy fur wad! "Just wait til I get hold of you YA BUCK TOOTHED MANGY FLEA BITTEN VERMIN!" Ro's a regular Yosemite Sam up in here~ She's ready to tackle the goat if she can get a liiittle closer…

"He's headin' towards 'e pens!" This is so not their job, but N'tael is CAUGHT UP IN THE MOMENT. A rope gets swept up as he runs past a booth, wiggly-fingers at the stall owner as he goes. HE WILL BE BACK LATER OKAY? "Goat! Come back!" MAYBE THIS IS THE START OF THE RETURN OF HIS LOVE NATE. COME BACK NATE.

The one thing that Nate learned from his time at Rosies, is how to navigate through groups of people and how to make use of the least amount of space possible. He bounds across the weaving path, narrowly dodging Rocio as he leaps onto a booth's countertop and darts away. MAAAAAAA~ OH N'TAEL. <3 He's seen what people do with those ropes to one another. It's FAR too early in our relationship to be thinking of such things. He isn't ready to be a voyeur! Wait. Pens? OH NO. Nate charges, leaping onto the back of a cart being pushed through and flees in the opposite direction. Just enough to be out of reach before turning his head and peering back with his nose turned up! TRY HARDER IF YOU LOVE ME.

Trek just so happens to be passing that cart when there is suddenly an object flying through space. Like one more stepping stone, her body gets treated to four pointy little hooves as Nate continues his escape attempt, sending the rider sprawling into the dust. Air knocked out of her, she rolls onto her stomach, hands clenching as she fights for air, only gradually making it to her feet with a dirty hand gripping that cart for support. She utters something breathy that sounds very much like a seacrafter's curse, then looks towards those giving chase. The hell? Her expression says it clearly enough. She's certainly not going to chase the little thing.

See, that's the problem here. There are way too many people crowding the Bazaar for Rocio to get a good enough sprint for a diving tackle. She's wrangled plenty of animals to know that you've got to time things JUST RIGHT in order to successfully capture a moving target. "Scuse me, pardon me!" There's a clever and agile two-step around poor Trek before the greenrider meets up with N'tael once again. "Lasso that thing, puddin' pop!" It's a term of endearment for N'tael. <3 That and 'sugar shins'. "HURRY." Before it gets away!

N'tael is a SEA CRAFTER ROCIO, NOT A COWBOY. But how could he NOT try to do the thing when she is so encouraging?! ROPE THROWN and… well, maybe it'll be lucky and land around the goat's neck? MAYBE. But There's an important thing now, a TREK on the ground. Grinding to a halt the bronzerider winces slightly at Trek's plight. "Sorry f'r that Ma'am," Trek feel old yet? "Are ye alright?"

Nate glances over his shoulder, held held high as his furr glitters in the light of Rukbat's rays. He bobs his head playfully as he strikes a pose for his dearest N'tael. Oh, you can play with the strings of his heart like a puppet all you want. This puppet will dance to your hearts content. Silly man, testing to see if his love for him is true! Ryker didn't love me the way you, do. Rocio, that TEMPTRESS, has tried to make me weak, but the thoughts of our precious future Nate-Nates gives me strength TO ESCAPE FOR ANOTHER DAY~ And off into the unknown does Nate run, with his battle cry echoing into the bazaar. MAAAAAAAAAAA~

Trek gives N'tael a gestures that is surely endearing, not necessarily offensive. Maybe. She's still working to suck in breath, and so just leans her elbows on the cart, not matter how the person driving it might protest. Eventually, wincing, she straightens, freeing said cart, and gives Rocio, N'tael and the goat a look while she rubs where the goat had caught her. "I'm placing my bet on the goat," she calls over, before stopping to cough. Sure enough, instinct wins. Alas, Trek does not.

Rocio facepalms like it's her job right now. After all that trouble, the tiny varmint gets away when N'tael is distracted by his need to make sure everyone and their mother is okay. Sorry, Trek. Rocio just lost a hunt and she HATES that feeling. -.- Insert a few under the breath expletives here and you know the greenrider is irritated as all heck. "I'mma find that goat and I'mma tie his floppy ears in a KNOT." Turning around to see where N'tael went, she lets out an exasperated sigh and trudges back the way they came. "I've gotta find that canister." If someone hasn't stolen it yet. "And maybe ask Nia if she ever ate a goat before…" With that said, Rocio vanishes back into the Bazaar crowd with the poise of a (defeated) huntress while Nate the goat lives to see another day~