The road, like, somewhere. (Open)

[Tailya Thistledown]

Open for 1 or two peeps. To do like.. something! Nothing too serious, just a wander about where like, something happens and all is uh, happy? Yeah. Will not be overly serious! Key words here!

The bitch is going for a walk! Yes, she can call herself a bitch, she’s a dog after all! Well okay, she’s a wolfkin, one of them muttly sorts from that place far away. So if you really want to get technical, the term can apply to her. Course unless she’s the one calling herself that, it’s not acceptable.

Anyway, look, it’s a road! A road that’s a path from point A to point B! Point A being some crummy little farm village of the name of.. Uh, something she can’t remember. Arob? Arobia? Orban? Erobian? Whatever, it’s in the past.
There’d been nothing there in that pit stop to nowhere to keep her wandering feet in the place. Okay, that and starting a fight between the stable master’s second in charge and the innkeeper’s son. How was she to know that they’d had a long running feud since childhood and that making it so they were vying for her affections would cause so much trouble? Seriously, it wasn’t reeeeally her fault. Most definitely not.

Well, back to the road. The road that’s supposed to take her to a larger living establishment, a town as opposed to a village. Because of course those things have more populace and things to do with them and that just makes them that much more worth while. But really, that’s all quite a way off yet, at least a couple of days journeying.. well, at the pace she’s going anyway. Perhaps she should stop ambling, stopping whenever, and just like, you know, move her ass along. What ever for?.

Someone should pave this road, really. Dirt, dirt and more dirt. Not really much to go on. Okay, it’s enough.. It really does make it feel rather more like a path than a road though. Admittedly a really looong path, but a path none the less. Perhaps there’s some sort of philosophical meaning in all of that. Perhaps again! But do we really want to think about it? No, I don’t think so.

Tailya’s got her tail waving behind her idly, the tip brushing through the dust she’s kicking up behind her booted feet. Maybe she should like, uh.. No really, there’s absolutely nothing to do. She hasn’t even seen another person for the past four hours, and the ‘person’ she’d seen well.. Probably best not to think of them. Like seriously, eww.. who lets those sorts out of the ditches they were born in? Couldn’t their mothers see just how disgusting the child is and like, beaten it with a stick till it was dead? Why put a blight on other people’s lives, like really.

So yeah, no company for a while, no interesting sights past like you know, trees, more trees and hey guess what! Yet even more trees! Woo! Okay, there was some grass, some bushes, birds, dirt, leaves, branches, some weeds.. but really, nothing that stood out in particular. She could probably give names to the various flora, if she could be bothered thinking of the names. ‘Makes me itch,’ ‘Stinks like Horseflies,’ ‘Burns smelly’ among various others are much more fun to think on though. Admittedly not your typical sorts of names, but who really cares if they’re fir or aspen or oak or any of those other sorts. Of course they are, it’s your typical sort of average climate, nothing special about me sort of place. It’s not like you’re going to suddenly walk into a crop of ghostgums or riverbark or wattles. No, wrong land, wrong country, wrong climate, all those things just aren’t going to happen here. We’re stuck with green leafed trees with brown branches in big and small and that’s it! ..Well, most likely.

Gold flecked blue gazing at the green that keeps going on takes a while to turn it’s focus. There’s some noises ahead. The finer than human hearing picking it up finally at a point where even the most oblivious man is going to notice it. Really girl, she needs to pay better attention at times.

Looking up she’s got her mind in two places still. Half on the body that’s been walking her opposite way along the ‘road’ and the other half on adjusting the massive warhammer strapped to her back that’s sitting uncomfortably against her shoulderblade for some reason. Fine weapon that, all shiny and silver and near on as big as she is, one has to wonder how she manages to carry it as such. Yet she manages.

Anywho. Hello stranger! Uh.. hopefully.

[Reks Teneb]

This place is so unfamiliar. The trees of the Concordian forest were gone, and all that remained were these pathetic excuses for shrubs. The odd tree that Reks did see would not give enough shelter to even attempt to fend off a storm or to hide from an enemy. All he could do was wander along the dirt path prepared to deal with anything or anyone who decided to cross his path if that scenario were to unfold. Grinning he thought back to when he had left the Black Gauntlet behind in order to search out the world and hopefully make some money doing what he did best, hunt. It had been a sunny day as he had wished his parents and the council good bye before departing hoping to one day soon returns in order to live out his days serving the group of bounty hunters.

Funny business being a bounty hunter was. All you had to do was track down a person or beast, survive the confrontation, and you were paid in gold or some other form of payment. In many cases gold was not required due to the simplicity of the hunt; a mere night with the bounty petitioner was good enough to Reks. A night out on the town with a lovely woman who would later pay him for his ability to eliminate that man who had been stalking her, or the beast who had been preying on the people of the town. Yes, being a hunter was a good life, although it could always be better.

It had been a few days since Reks had come across anything that resembled a big town, and without a town he could not find anyone in need of his services. He still had some gold incase an emergency were to arise but for the most part he could fend for himself in the wild, seeing as he grew up training deeper in the Concordian forest then most people had ever dreamt of venturing. Instinctively, Reks reached to his waist and gripped the leather hilt of his dagger which was resting peacefully in its sheath. He had heard the sound of footsteps coming from further down this so called road. They were light, but sill noticeable.

Keeping one hand on his dagger, and the other in his pocket, Reks continued along the path. The worst thing one could do when meeting a stranger was to look suspicious. Such acts were likely to cause a confrontation in which he would have to take the life of an innocent person, or in the worst case scenario end up dead and rotting in the ditch in the middle of nowhere. Either way he would gladly choose to avoid both these situation if he could.

Drawing closer he could make finally make out the person walking towards him. It was definitely smaller then him by some degree. Upon a closer look he could make out the curves of a woman, one who carried a rather large weapon strapped across her back. This alone set Reks into a more cautious state. Men were one thing to worry about but a woman trained to fight could be twice if not three times as difficult to handle as a man. Still gripping his dagger, Reks halted as he noticed the tail swishing between this woman’s legs. Now puzzled, he decided to play it safe and try and figure out whether this was a friend or foe from a safe distance away.

“Hello, you have no idea how long it’s been since I have met someone walking along this god forsaken countryside. The names Reks.” Unsure how this woman would react, Reks kept his voice cheerful in order to keep it as neutral as possible. It was amazing how a simple tone could be the difference between being respectable to each other, or a fight involving blood shed and death.

[Tailya Thistledown]

Oh hey! A body!

Tailya perks up as she looks up to see, my gosh, a rather cute body. That’s just what she needs. That and an excuse to stop and drop the weight that’s giving her those annoying second thoughts over ever stealing her half brother’s treasured shiny.

A couple more paces and she judges that she’s perfectly close enough and with a heave she’s swinging the massive warhammer off her back and dropping it with no real care right onto that lovely dirt road. One could wonder if she’s been personally offended by the road or the weapon itself, it’s one of those things that could be joyously debated endlessly if anyone could be bothered.

“Yeah, hi, hiya. All that stuff.”

She’s a rather brusque sort, hands to the end of the handle of her warhammer her chin comes down on top of those and she’s quite blatantly looking the fine young fellow over. Really, no point in hiding such things, there’s just the two of them and if he doesn’t like it he can always just walk on.

“Met someone a coupla hours ago back that way,” A hand carelessly waves back in the direction she’d come from before promptly taking it’s chin resting position again. “Not nearly as cute as you though.” Honestly, she could learn some subtly.. possibly.

On closer inspection there’s something decidedly wolfish about the girl. Though the only currently visible signs of fur is the fluffy tail lazily draped behind her, coloured the same as her hair. Under bound cuffs at wrists and ankles there’s more as well, but cloth hides that and the apparel itself is loose enough not to make point of it. It’s the face that really gives her ancestry away. The gold flecked blue of the eyes, clear and bright with that feral ‘I’m happy to eat you’ sort of look, though admittedly it’s not in the tear limb from limb variety currently. Then there’s the canines displayed with the big smile she gives the man, they aren’t the flimsy affair of a vamp, no, they’re the proper break, rip, kill variety.

“Tailya, from some place far far away..,” because she doesn’t feel like giving her full name and well, some people don’t have them and just use their place of origin anyway, another point she can’t be bothered mentioning.

“You heading to Aerob? Erode.. Arobba?” She pauses a moment, “Uh, that place back that way?” This time she just gives her head a tilt in the direction she’s come from, the black tipped platinum hair dancing lightly over her eyes, her scrubby bandana keeping it from going very far.

Amazingly she keeps from adding various derivatives as further description of where she just came from. Of course, this is likely on account that she already has half that town after her, she doesn’t need another member of it chasing after her this far from the place. That’s just not fun.

[Sok]

Joining in, if it's all dandy.

It was a calmly quiet day, mayhap even serene. Not as quiet as it may have otherwise been though, as the town he just left had been thrown into chaos. The tall brown-haired man walked briskly along the country road, his clothing was nondescript enough, weather worn and earth-toned. He wore a red bandana around his forehead and wielded a long boar spear as a walking stick as he trekked along, satchel on his back.

This was Sokket Dachenan, a man who had spent most of his time wandering the countryside ever since a botched Dragon Hunt a while back that had left him short of both a best friend and entire company of fellow hunters. (Not that he hadn’t spent most if his time wandering before that also, it was just that back then he tended to have company). In any case, it wasn’t odd to think he would pick up the odd job now and again, or otherwise do favors for folks he passed. But for all the odd jobs he’s done, it had never gotten much odder than this.

That statement, of course, completely depending on one's definition of odd.

His day started out simple enough, passing through the sleepy little town of Oran’s Brook, well, at least it had been sleepy when he’d arrived. He’d just settled down for a meal in the tavern when chaos struck. He wasn’t sure exactly who hit whom first, but somehow a brawl broke out in the streets, the town was in chaos, people were dashing this way and that. Either way Sok had no idea what was going on… he just wanted to consume his fish in peace. And so, he continued to do so… although it was oddly rubbery, and tasted vaguely of sawdust and mud. He had to admit, you couldn’t expect too much from a fish fished out of a brook in a town of this size, so he wouldn’t complain too severely.

Given such, he hadn’t been too disappointed when a seemingly random villager, a slightly fat man with much too much of a mustache, darted in and asked if he’d seen someone with a wolf’s tail earlier. Nodding that he had, as he hadn’t quite made the connection to what was going on (his mouth was rather full of fish, and his mind was rather full of old memories at the moment.), he wasn’t quite listening until he heard the man say “…so if you could just go get her then that would be great!” before dashing off.

Suffice it to say, Sok still had little idea what was going on, except that obviously there had been a misunderstanding. He couldn’t think that it was too urgent, if they had trusted a random stranger to do it, so Sok took his time finishing his rather bland mud-fish before setting out to find the fat man. Unfortunately things were still a mess all over, and Sok couldn’t find him, so he just decided to let bygones be bygones and make on his merry way. It didn’t seem to important, things would sort themselves out. As he started back along the trail though it started eating at him, and he cursed himself for his negligence. Nodding like a ninny, yeah Cor had had a wolf’s tail, but that would hardly have been who the man was talking about, would it? Idiot! Corvus had been a close friend for a long while, whom he had obviously been seperated from when a dragon hunting incident went horribly wrong. Sok had found himself to be he sole survivor. That was ages past.

Well, by this point he was already several hours out of town anyways, but if he did cross paths with anyone with a wolf-tail…

His thought was interrupted by a sudden reverberation in the ground, accompanied by a loud thump from around the bend in the road. Slowing his pace, he made as if he weren’t paying attention while at the same time inching a glance through the trees. There were too people ahead, one was just one of the regular human of a sort not too dissimilar from those common here Outside of Al'dria. The other though… silver haired, and sporting not only a rather large hammer but a fluffy canine tail shooting out of her rear end, could only be the second of now two Highlander’s he’d seen in his life. Most likely also the recipient of his search, as how many people were running around with tails in these parts? Probably many more than he was feasibly giving credit for, but he’d still talk to her about it. First, though, he’d wait and see what was going on.

He hoped the issue wasn’t that she’d stolen anything though, if Cor was any kind of good example of what the highlander people were like, he’d hate having to try to retrieve something from her.

[Tailya Thistledown]

Well it would seem the original second party’s died.. so welcome instead!

You know what, Tailya’s seen a few odd things in her day, this soon to be event would most definitely get to be one of the many to add to such listings. Really, even among odd events it’s not the most common.

There she is, speaking quite openly with a good looking fellow, exchanging flirtations and what not. There’s talk of scenery, weather, people, places, etc, etc, all those ever so thrilling bits and pieces when all of a sudden-!

“CAW!”

SMACK!

THUD!

“Shite!”

Now come on, what’s the likeliness of a deranged bird suddenly dropping from the sky and smacking someone in the head? Especially to the degree where the target is knocked unconscious.

Tailya simply stares blankly for a minute or so at the now prone body of Reks and the bird, neither showing the greatest signs of life. Though, at least the man’s chest is heaving up and down as opposed to the bird’s, which is giving off that distinct air of dead.

Belatedly the girl turns her head up to the clear blue skies to see well.. not much more ‘n that. What the hell knocked the thing out then? Did it just have a heart attack? Drop dead for no more reason than it just felt like suddenly being dead or something?

The gold flecked eyes change direction, looking to the trees and beyond for signs of any other bodies that could of perhaps magicked the bird dead or simply into the man’s head. Who’s to say that isn’t a possibility after all? Perhaps someone had it in for the man for some previous grievance and they’ve thrown the bird at him to uh.. well, knock him out? Seems a lil odd really, still, it’s a possibility!

Maybe it was to get her? That could perhaps make a little more sense in consideration of earlier events, ah bother.

Movement and she’s stood up that bit straighter, tail stiff behind her as the eyes rove beyond.

“I know you’re there, don’t make me go over there and thump you with my shiny. I promise my tail, it’ll hurt more ‘n you’ll think and ya really don’t wanna be wanting that! So show ye ugly hide already,” cause she’s obviously thought about these words before speaking them, to the point where she’s considered that whoever is out there she can sense could possibly be the person ‘responsible’ for Reks here being knocked out. Oh well, just have to see wont we.

[Sok]

Ah, well I didn't intend to take his place... I guess if he vanished that works, and if he didn't... well... he can just wake up or something. Aye?

Hm... think I tried to do too much, let me know if you want to squeeze an action in and I'll chop it down or edit it or something.

At first Sok thought that she was talking to him, it certainly wouldn’t be out of the question considering what he knew of highlanders, and he’d been watching them converse for certain long enough for her to have picked up on him.

Not that it was of any interest to me, who seriously stops for idle chitchat with a stranger on a road in the middle of nowhere? Granted, he’d been known to talk to absolute strangers on the road, but at least he traveled as he did so, not sit and talk. When he had decided to remain concealed he had expected to be on his way following her in a short while, or at least to find a fitting opportunity to cut in and pester her about the town, but no luck. At least, none until the person that happened to be talking her was struck down by some sort of kamikaze bird.

Now that was something.

It didn’t seem completely natural that a bird would go on a suicidal mission attacking someone’s head of its own volition, and it didn’t seem likely the bird was still alive from the manner in which it was lying, plus the speed of impact. Sok was about to step out from his vantage point behind the tree, when someone else obliged to do it for him.

More like, dropped down from the tree just above him, luckily for him it was on the girl’s side of it.

The youth who dropped down was a gangly lad, with bright brassy red hair. Sok guessed that the lad’s face was probably as awkward as the rest of his body, but the stone that started whirring expertly from the sling in his right hand had a menacingly competent air about it. As quietly as he could Sok bent to pick up another stone from the base of the tree, throwing a stone for a distraction was the oldest trick in the book, but it could work well if you did it properly.

The events to follow did not work particularly well for anybody, except maybe the girl, definitely not for the youth though, and not particularly for Sokket himself. At the same time as he drew his arm back and was aiming his throw, he noticed another bird landing on a recently vacated perch just above him, no doubt relieved to see its home newly vacated by the large, clumsy, and not terribly observant man creature. The youth in question was also running off his mouth,

“Ah reckon’ you migh’not wanna be doin’ dat ma’am. See, cous’n Jethro’s nun too happ’ bein' all left behin’ after almos’ reckin’ th’whole town tryin’ t’best that city-slickin Sand’rson fell’r. So him’nth’boys are all comin’ up dis way lookin’ for ye, and I reckon they’d be nun’too pleased wit’ye if they found me all mangled, and I wont miss agin.” Of course, he said that all as fast as possible with little room for a breath or a word anywhere, he also pointedly ignored both the fallen bird and the fallen man that littered the trail. He spoke so fast that Sokket himself had little understanding what the lad had said, and he was standing right behind him, but then, Sokket was himself only fluent in common as a second language, so he didn’t consider himself too harshly for that.

Honestly though, it wasn’t even by this point that the lad was done, Sok just stopped attempting to pay attention. He didn’t particularly want to deal with the lad, especially with such a heavy accent, so while he didn’t have any particular reason to need a distraction to get away, he wanted one. He would just throw the stone at a tree just ahead of the lad, over the boys shoulder. Then the bird pooped.

”Caw!”

Splat.

Yes, that bird, the one Sok had noticed before, the one perched right above him. Of course, he hadn’t expected it to poop on him, so while he refrained himself from crying out, he couldn’t help but jump a bit as his stone flew, which threw off his aim just a bit… but not only that, he snapped a twig in the process, which caught the attention of the gangly lad who just happened to start looking over his shoulder in the wrong direction.

Overall, it didn’t work out all that badly, at least yet. Sok did have a shoulder covered with a particularly lumpy and messy pile of bird droppings, but the annoying fellow was caught mid-word dead across the bridge of his lumpy nose and fell over just as efficiently by rock as the other man was by bird, which is to say he fell unconscious.

Sok was also validated that the man had just as awkward and lumpy a face as he’d assumed from behind, so that was something. But it might have just been that his nose was starting to swell, hard to say.

It did make his introduction to the highlander slightly awkward though, he cleared his throat as he looked for something to clean his shoulder with, and offered a steady yet feeble, “Uh, hello,” from his now exposed position.

[Tailya Thistledown]

Oh, that doesn't bother me. I sent a PM and as they didn't respond in 11days they're presumed dead!

Oh, look. She actually had someone pop up. Tailya hadn’t been exactly totally convinced that was gonna work, cause like, you know, not everyone’s that stupid to just come out on call. Still, all for the better.. sorta. The youngster who’s really not that much younger than herself if not about her own age has a weapon! Damnit.

Okay, so it’s a slingshot, but Tailya’s seen some horrible things done with a well trained slingshot and she’s not willing to tempt an attack on her behalf. So she stands there.. and stands there some more as the redhead opens his mouth and just doesn’t shut it.

Seriously, does he expect her to be understanding anything of all that yibberyabber? It’s one long continuous stream of babble as far as her sensitive ears can decipher. It’d of been bad enough in common but nooo, he had to add a horribly hard to understand accept to the lot. A point of which would of had her not listening after a couple of moments anyway speed unconsidered. So Tailya continues to wait for the babble to end and lets her mind drift somewhat, completely missing any possible meaning in it all.

A sudden noise from another direction grabs her attention. Anything would be more interesting than the boy’s blabber, so Tailya’s stood up a bit straighter after having slumped from listening to the stream of nonsense to see what it is. A moment later her head turning back to the now second body to simply fall down in her presence. Well there you go, it’s just going to be one of those sorts of days isn’t it.

There’s yet another body too! With her gaze looking straight through where the redhead had been standing a moment ago, well, she can see some limbs and can presume from that that well, there’s someone there. Words thrown her way help define this matter.

“Heya,” and a bit of a wave as the wolfkin decides that well, she doesn’t particularly feel liking hanging in this spot any longer. People just dropping down unconscious like flies and all. So she shifts herself, taking her hands to the warhammer’s handle and swings it back into it’s holder and dusts off her undusty clothes.

“Oh well, that was useful. I think it’s best we be off now. Unless of course you feel like hanging around and staying with this lot. Or of course unless you’re part of this lot and that means I have to hit you with the hammer.. that is if some other birdie’s not gonna come along and do what that one did for me,” a hand points obligatorily at the dead crow, “Otherwise, yes, I’ll just be heading along this way before that one’s friends come about and all shall be right and dandy,” the hand changing to point the other way down the ‘road’ then to the now knocked out red head as said. That done Tailya simply turns tail and begins to do as she stated.

Really, no point hanging about a scene of a crime and all, even if you aren’t actually someone who took a part in it. Plus, backtracking a couple of thoughts on what the unconscious redhead had said Tailya’s under the impression that perhaps there will be even more company yet to come along and they’ll be even less desirable than the blathering she’d been forced to endure a moment ago.

Obviously Tailya’s really the caring sort with how she’s presently just about to go and leave the two unconscious bodies and the dead bird there in the middle of the road. Hmn.. perhaps she should move them aside first. If she does that they might not be noticed by whoever else comes and they wont go and bother her. Then again, if she just leaves them maybe it’ll hold the other party up. Oh bother.

Nah, she’ll just go with the minimal effort option and walk off, tail brushing lazily back and forth behind her. The people the second body had claimed would be along shortly can deal with it.. she’ll just go and put as much distance between herself and them as soon as possible.

[Sok]

Sokket sighed inwardly at the entire exchange and rubbed his forehead through his bandana, he was always running into mentally exhausting people and situations. This girl seemed just full of words, and was perfectly willing to leave two men just lying unconscious in the middle of the road. Coincidence had not treated either of the two kindly so far, the least either of Sok or the girl could do would be to make sure that the two weren’t run over by a passing cart with an inobservant driver, so while the girl started ambling back down the path, Sokket took a few minutes to pull the two bodies over to the roadside and make sure they seemed comfortable enough. They both looked fine, though the poor lad’s nose was beginning to take on the appearance of a lumpy red potato.

After also moving the bird corpse off somewhere in the woods to be preyed upon by smaller scavengers, he started rooting through his pack for a change of shirt while he chased after the highland girl. He’d come this far, he may as well at least try to see if he could figure out what was going on. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind if he switched out his vest for a linen shirt as they walked, she didn’t seem like she would, but he made sure he was to the point of pulling over his head already by the time he scuttled up, and yes, pulling a shirt over ones head while scurrying and holding both a spear and a pack is just as awkward as it sounds, if not more so.

Sok decided to cut off the awkward silence before it actually became so.

“You know, if I actually had been part of whatever group back there was throwing rocks and birds around at you," As opposed to near you, Sok thought, "I probably would have done more than accidentally peg one of their lads in the nose with a round stone. Any idea what all that was about?”

He may as well get to the point. He did keep a small bit of distance however, in his limited experience knew that highlanders, like himself and unlike most other Outsiders, tended to have a strength and endurance that let them move such large weapons as her hammer with surprising speed. Surprising once one had gotten used to the general physical abilities of most of these people Outside, that is. Sok wasn’t going to push his luck.

Not with the female of the species.

[Tailya Thistledown]

Not like Tailya’s not going to notice someone coming up behind her, especially when now she’s listening out for the approaching sound of hoof beats, just in case of course. Then we have the fact we have a perfectly reasonable looking male specimen lifting his shirt up and well, the dog has a wonderful little perve of the body on display. Not perfect, a little lanky, but it’s not like she’s about to complain as she continues to walk along, head tilted slightly to see that bit better.

Perhaps she should offer some sort of assistance?

HA!

What kind of a silly world would we be living in if Tailya was going to be willing to do that, especially when even with all the obvious difficulty, the guy still seems to be managing to go ahead with his changing of clothes perfectly well. No, the highlander female continues to entertain herself just watching with the corners of her lips curled up in amusement.

Oh and look what’s happened now, he’s done! What a pity. Still, the grin remains as she looks on to Sok, absolutely no signs what so ever to even pretend she wasn’t spying out the body a moment ago. Wonders what he’ll think? Be cute if he was embarrassed, there’s a possibility he’s the sort to be, lanky young things tend to be, especially those who don’t carry themselves in that cocksure way so many do.

“Mn? Oh right. ‘suppose that’s true. But you didn’t, so I’ll say you wasn’t, unless of course like, you want to oblige me now and make certain you are. Saves a lot of hassle in the future and all, lies being such a bother and such,” all said in that wonderfully offhand manner of hers.

She continues walking on her way down the dirt path, eyes once more heading forwards, just in case you know, something big and scary pops out of the trees and attacks or something. Cause well, you know, those sorts of things always just seem to happen when two strangers meet, start to talk and show even the slightest sign of future journeying. Gotta cement those relationships early on after all, make those connections so all the funny coincidences in the future where they meet up again all just click and the all mighty conclusion can come forth and the world is wonderful once more. Yeah, go grande(yes with an e) schemes of things!

“Course I do hope you’re not, some company would be nice. That other guy was much cuter, but I suppose you’ll do. I would of kept him but you know, dragging bodies is just so, you know, a pain in the ass and I really can’t be bothered. Unless of course you wanted to go back and grab him and drag him along as well?” eyes flash with mischief as they give Sok a glance, just to see if he’d even think about it. Be even more amusing than a blush if he did, unlikely as it is.

Course that’s passed on and she gives a useless shrug, “Well.. I don’t know why the bird kamikazed, the redhead well.. He did seem in a bit of a tiz didn’t he? All bothered and what not. Don’t think I really got what he was on about though, people shouldn’t babble on like that endlessly, no one understands a word that’s being said. ‘specially when like, they just go on and on and on and at a rate no one can keep up with, ‘specially with an accent! Like Gods,” cause Tailya’s such a fine example herself, obviously. She’s also a horrible liar as hinted by her ‘attempt’ of evasive action towards his initial question. Oh well, one could say she tried, right?

Feet continue, one in front of the other, kicking up this and that bit of dust and dirt. Really, the scenery hasn’t exactly improved itself in any manner in this coupla extra hundred meters of movement. Still trees and a pathetic excuse for a road, sun’s continuing to move in that direction it does, back on it’s journey to the far horizon, day waring on and all.

Perhaps something will come up ahead.

Of course it will. What kind of first meeting would this be if something fantastical didn’t happen? Specially with two, well.. not exactly spectacular, but at least potential heroes here to entertain the masses at a later day with tales of heroics! Things could be AMAZING.

Pity things have to wait that little bit longer. You have to leave room for anticipation and build up after all. Yeah, that’s what makes a good story, totally.

[Taskmienster]

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