"Dense... or weary. Take your pick." He straightened himself up and eased towards his new acquaintance. "If you are from Elantris, you know the way? I can find my way on my own, but a direction could never hurt."
"Any other problem? I thought not." Taryn said hastily. He marched toward the tree, scaled the side and reached the branch where his knife stuck. Yanking on it, it slid free and he dismounted the tree to the ground. With one last glance, he nodded and began to walk away leaving the girl on the ground. He stopped, paused and turned back around. "Who even are you?"
[7] Reacts sideways without any alarm in her face. She emits a low, lazy, "Woah." The movement is just enough to let the dagger sink into the trunk inside of her neck, but also enough to cause her balance to flair and flip her over backward. She falls in a thud of puffy skirts. OOOoofff
She sits up, red with anger. "Whatdya do? Whaya crazy? Whodya think you are? Whaa?" She is full tantrum now, finding her feet and pacing. Down here, you might see her gaudy dress as if anything she'd planned to pack, she'd just put on instead. Jewelry packs her wrists, neck, and fingers, but somehow all this garb and flair matches her temperament and the mess of blonde hair matted to the side of her face under a hood.
Suddenly, he flips his dagger into his hand and grips it softly by the blade. In one swift motion, the dagger is flung towards the pink clump in the tree.
Hearing the leaves turn and bustle, he turns to face her again. His dagger already drawn and in hand. In the instant his face turned, a flash of gold struck his forehead. he stumbled back from the shock and his open hand and turned to a fist, as the hand with his dagger tightened even more.
"Your ignorance has shown itself one to many times for me"
"I am not a robber... unless I need to be. But clearly you are not worth robbing, so no need to waste my time." He turns and returns his sword to its sheath. Turning his back to her, his hand falls to his hidden dagger, expecting the worst, and maybe even hoping for it.
The snoring turns to grumbles. "What---what kind of good morning is that?" The creature is a young woman, sitting up to rub her eyes like a toddler. Coming to, she takes in her surroundings and changes her tune. "Who the fod?" She says petulantly. "What's with the sword? You some sorta' robber?"
After several hours of trudging through the wood without rest, Taryn approaches a clearing in the dense forest. Just before breaking through the wall of leaves, a faint snoring lifted to his ears. Weary of all human sounds, his steps soften to a silent stride as he now turns from the clearing and heads toward the sound of the snoring and stream. The closer he moves to the sound of snoring, the louder the sound of rushing water becomes. Taking a knee to take in his surroundings, Taryn peers up into a tree to see what could only be described as a bright pink clump on one of the highest branches in the tree. He draws his sword and slams it into the tree.
A low tempered sky darkens over stream and forest. Small beads of luminous azure spot out through the twilight and make the whole of the wood seem spectacular.
Snores can be heard, teetering on obnoxious, from a low branch in a high pine. A tuft of blonde hair spilled over the branch and bunched pinks of rich dress layers are used as her blanket.
KKKKKRRrrrrruuuuhgggg....kheheeeeeeeee, the snoring escalates.
"Dense... or weary. Take your pick." He straightened himself up and eased towards his new acquaintance. "If you are from Elantris, you know the way? I can find my way on my own, but a direction could never hurt."
Haja throws up her hands in a huff. "Fod," she says angrily. "You're dense, aren't you..."
She stomps over, snaps her fingers, and the ring she'd launched zips back to her finger. "Haja," she says for her name. "From Elantris."
"Any other problem? I thought not." Taryn said hastily. He marched toward the tree, scaled the side and reached the branch where his knife stuck. Yanking on it, it slid free and he dismounted the tree to the ground. With one last glance, he nodded and began to walk away leaving the girl on the ground. He stopped, paused and turned back around. "Who even are you?"
[7] Reacts sideways without any alarm in her face. She emits a low, lazy, "Woah." The movement is just enough to let the dagger sink into the trunk inside of her neck, but also enough to cause her balance to flair and flip her over backward. She falls in a thud of puffy skirts. OOOoofff
She sits up, red with anger. "Whatdya do? Whaya crazy? Whodya think you are? Whaa?" She is full tantrum now, finding her feet and pacing. Down here, you might see her gaudy dress as if anything she'd planned to pack, she'd just put on instead. Jewelry packs her wrists, neck, and fingers, but somehow all this garb and flair matches her temperament and the mess of blonde hair matted to the side of her face under a hood.
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Suddenly, he flips his dagger into his hand and grips it softly by the blade. In one swift motion, the dagger is flung towards the pink clump in the tree.
Hearing the leaves turn and bustle, he turns to face her again. His dagger already drawn and in hand. In the instant his face turned, a flash of gold struck his forehead. he stumbled back from the shock and his open hand and turned to a fist, as the hand with his dagger tightened even more.
"Your ignorance has shown itself one to many times for me"
She works one of the dozens of rings shoved onto her fingers, and zings it toward the back of his head.
"I am not a robber... unless I need to be. But clearly you are not worth robbing, so no need to waste my time." He turns and returns his sword to its sheath. Turning his back to her, his hand falls to his hidden dagger, expecting the worst, and maybe even hoping for it.
The snoring turns to grumbles. "What---what kind of good morning is that?" The creature is a young woman, sitting up to rub her eyes like a toddler. Coming to, she takes in her surroundings and changes her tune. "Who the fod?" She says petulantly. "What's with the sword? You some sorta' robber?"
After several hours of trudging through the wood without rest, Taryn approaches a clearing in the dense forest. Just before breaking through the wall of leaves, a faint snoring lifted to his ears. Weary of all human sounds, his steps soften to a silent stride as he now turns from the clearing and heads toward the sound of the snoring and stream. The closer he moves to the sound of snoring, the louder the sound of rushing water becomes. Taking a knee to take in his surroundings, Taryn peers up into a tree to see what could only be described as a bright pink clump on one of the highest branches in the tree. He draws his sword and slams it into the tree.
"HEY! WAKE UP OR FALL DOWN TO END YOUR SNORING!"
A low tempered sky darkens over stream and forest. Small beads of luminous azure spot out through the twilight and make the whole of the wood seem spectacular.
Snores can be heard, teetering on obnoxious, from a low branch in a high pine. A tuft of blonde hair spilled over the branch and bunched pinks of rich dress layers are used as her blanket.
KKKKKRRrrrrruuuuhgggg....kheheeeeeeeee, the snoring escalates.