Post by Ránëwén Lossëhelin on Aug 10, 2011 20:05:28 GMT -5
Their eyes were like hot coals upon her body. They watched her as she walked and perhaps she would not have even stopped at all had she not been addressed by an approaching man. She turned and noticed that he was not apart of the working regime. The others were ordered back to tilling by a rather large bossy-figure. He slapped a few on their back and went off. This set her at ease; at ease enough to stop her trot towards the town. Although, she kept a hand upon her dagger; the man had one on his blade.
She brushed some hair behind her ear with her free hand and then replied.
“Supplies, several weeks in the wilderness have caused mine to dwindle into sparse amounts of bread and water.” A voice to match her appearance. She spoke in a pure tone, however it was somewhat disenchanted by the direct manner upon which she spoke. At one time, it could be presumed, she had told tales; long tales around campfires with her kin. Ghost stories, and stories of the goddess, however that time had passed a long time ago. No longer did she have the luxury of sanctuary.
Her voice reminded him of something, but he couldn't really point out what it was. It calmed him and he removed his hand from his sword. No danger here. He was quiet for a while, stood still with eyes closed. His mind was working hard to try and remember what she reminded him of, but nothing came up. He couldn't remember. He opened his eyes and looked at her for a few seconds before saying anything.
"Supplies you say." He didn't speak with authority, but more of a humble voice now. He took his headband from one of the pockets in his armor and removed some hair from his face, before setting his hair with the headband. "You should continue to Wistvale then. I can follow you there if you want?" His expression was friendly and he he smiled for a few seconds, before returning to a more neutral expression.
Post by Ránëwén Lossëhelin on Aug 11, 2011 15:56:32 GMT -5
As he lowered his hand, she did as well, letting her dagger be calm in place at her side. She waited; she watched for a moment as he thought and then listened as he spoke. Kind enough to offer himself as an escort; however she was sure the men over yonder, tilling the field would have done the same, if of course they thought of all the possible pleasant outcomes. Yet, still she longed for company. For to long had she traveled dirt roads without so much as seeing a traveler, nor a carted wagon, nor caravans lined up in an encampment together. It was almost a blessing to see another walking an opposing path.
She nodded, her expression unchanging. “Please, if you would. I am not familiar with these lands and I've grown tired of endless, lonely plains.” She replied. Although, she had to think of his possible motives. After all, he was heading away from the town of Wistvale, was he not?
A hand hovered close, but not upon her dagger as she turned. A passing motion as she looked onward. Eyes of great distance she had; but rightly so, she had no way of knowing what Wistvale was like. Perhaps it was smart to have a local beside her.
It was always nice with company, but this was far better than the laborers over on the field. They were only a couple of kilometers outside Wistvale and he looked around, since this was basically unknown land for him too. He started walking slowly down the road towards Wistvale to show her the way. He waited for her to catch up before he said anything.
"I'm Antonio d'Oro by the way, of Italian heritage." He said the last part with pride in his voice, since it was one of the few things of his past he was proud of.
Post by Ránëwén Lossëhelin on Aug 11, 2011 18:36:22 GMT -5
Letting him pass her by, she shortly took up trail after him, albeit at a leisurely pace. Without danger present, she hardly felt the need to rush off. However, with nimble grace, and soft steps she soon caught him and thereafter matched him in stride; promptly taking a walking pace alongside him, rather than behind a ways. She knew for a fact that she would not want a stranger straggling behind her like a stray dog, and assumed he would be of similar mindset.
When he spoke, she only shifted her eyes briefly over to him. More akin to keep them fixated upon the open road in front. He had introduced himself, and no doubt was waiting for her to do the same. Yet, the mocking call of a disgruntled, illiterate farm tiller, gave her no chance to reply in turn; and although she stopped abruptly at it, she made no indication of turning. This affair was not of her own.
(.. Italy not in this world my a** .. Then Spanish? )
He stopped in his track and addressed Ranewen. "I forgot all about that. I was actually asking them for some work.." He looked at the laborers. "It looks important. Mind if I just..?" He didn't complete the sentence and hoped for an instant yes. He had an embarrassed look on his face and an apologizing sound to his voice.
Post by Ránëwén Lossëhelin on Aug 11, 2011 22:25:51 GMT -5
“A'luneore Erunna Dúlin, stranger.” A kind word in parting, nothing more nor less. She failed to understand his embarrassment, but then again, she had begun to notice that humans often took blame when blame was not due. Unturned, and grasping dagger once more, she went off. She would be seen by both tiller and warrior until her visage passed up and over top a grassy-tilled path, that led onwards and curved off into the horizon; her destination: Wistvale. A town of unknown pleasantries and certainly abnormalities as well.
[Exit. Unless the Gm prevents me from reaching Wistvale proper. Edit: Rough translation of Elven text: Long days and pleasant nights.]
Hearing the language of the elves made him think ones again. And this time he remembered.. He grew up in a wealthy family, called the Schalettos. He had a nanny there and she must have been an elf.. The voice and the language sounded very similar. He didn't remember much, but the few glimpses he had were good.
He stood still for a few moments before doing anything. Realizing that he wasn't doing anything, he returned to the real world and looked at the workers. He turned around and walked back up to the laborers.
"Very nice of you to drag me back here." He said with a little anger in his voice. "Ohh well.. You said you needed help?"
"Yeah ol bear gone and taken our damn yakows. Ee mighta eaten, maybe not. But we need em back is ees not eaten em see. Working this soil too ard wifout em. You bring em back, we'll see if we can't give you a reward alright?"
"That sounds fine to me.He wasn't as angry anymore, as he saw some opportunities in this. "I won't ask for money, but rather materials as a reward.. I'm in need of timber, and will be ready to do any kind of work for that. Would you spread the word to any other laborers you see?"
He then continued with the bear. "You know where the bear went? Point me in the direction."
The workers simply pointed, a somewhat derp look on their face. It was somewhat obvious when you looked at it.
A HUGE path was torn into the woods across from the far, easily 12 feet wide. Trees were torn, clawed and shattered and the ground was trampled. Whatever dragged a Yakow through here was large.