“I’m happy to be here!” The girl yelled, mimicking to some degree Aventis’ theatrics, instigating the pleasant attitude given once again. It was certainly a nice change, to laugh. Alien, yes, beyond alien, but it was pleasant. It was fun.
With that, the two began to walk again. There was a change in the air; the girl was smiling, she was walking, just walking, somehow with the most jubilous attitude. Other than absolutely refreshing, Aventis had lost all suspicion. She wasn’t a possible threat rather to a good-natured stranger that the squire was beyond happy to simply walk with.
The girl smiled wider than she did as she strode with Aventis. “The Knighthood, although a wonderful organization, is not the place for me.” she smiled, shaking her head. Aventis nodded, not much surprised. It was a long shot anyway. “Better to let others do the protecting, I wouldn't trust me with a sword.” she continued, gazing leisurely at the people passing by.
Aventis nodded. “Completely understandable.” he replied, and it was. The knighthood was not for everyone. Although few exceptions, not everyone in Mizahar wielded a sword or dagger. Though, this brought his attention back to the item of suspicion slinged on her shoulder. Aventis eyed it warily, hopefully without being noticed, but stopped the moment the girl spoke again.
“As for my business, I’m a musician. This here,” she said, tapping the case that Aventis had been eyeing just a moment ago. “is my instrument.”
Explains quite a lot, he thought.
“Maybe you’ll hear me play sometime.”
“Maybe.”
After a brief moment of silence, the girl, still cheery as ever, looked over at the usually stern squire and introduced herself as Autumn. Pretty name. Aventis thought, simply. It portrayed its season on the girl in the sense that she was colorful and new, a rare sight to be seen. “I'm not sure why I was named such but that's just the way it is.”
Carefree and simple… Refreshing from the norm, norm being a busybody, never stopping for others, for whatever reason of their own, no one questioning. Aventis does his best to not be one of these people when he can. Of course, not everyone in Syliras is like this, but enough for it to get fairly irksome. Autumn did not need to discover this on her first day.
“I traveled here not from an incredible distance, Zeltiva. A nice man with a wagon offered to take me for a small price.” She told the squire, who nodded quietly.
“Don’t believe I’ve heard much of Zeltiva… But I’m sure it’s a decent city.” The squire said, honestly half interested, focusing on trying to find the quickest path to the White Swan inn without running into a large amount of traffic, which was a challenge unto itself.
“And what about you?” The happy musician asked.
Aventis crossed his brow, a tad confused. Not many people asked him this question. He was usually the wallflower, watching but not speaking. It was rare for him to be asked anything but directions by anyone less than his closest acquaintances.
“Hm?” Asked Aventis, looking down at the girl. “What do you mean?”
“What’s your name and busine-” she begun, but was immediately interrupted by old drunkard, wobbling through the streets on his disgusting, fat little legs. After interrupting the pleasant little strummer, he continued on his far-too merry way, stumbling through the streets, knocking into a gaggle of others as well.
“How rude!” The girl exclaimed.
“Don’t mind it. It happens a lot when you’re on a busy street, just ignore him. I doubt he’ll even remember walking down this road.”
“As I was saying, what do you do here in Syliras? From that impressive blade on your waist I’m guessing you’re not a fisherman.”
Aventis looked down at his blade, and chuckled for a moment. “Impressive? You’re a funny one, Ms. Autumn. Just a rapier. But, no. You’re right. Certainly not a fisherman.” He said, focusing himself on the road again. “Really, the only reason I asked you to consider the knighthood is to be an advocate of Syliras, seeing that I, myself, am a squire. Newly joined, actually. Earlier this season. The eleventh, I believe… But no matter.” He said, resting his top left arm upon the hilt of his rapier. He turned, eyeing the girl for a moment. “Would you like me to carry your bags?” He asked, figuring that as long as he’s being uncharacteristic today, he might as well lend a helping hand. But only one. “You seem to be carrying an impressive load. I wouldn’t mind helping. Really.” He smiled at the girl, trying to be reassuring. She seemed to be struggling a bit, which isn’t much fun, Aventis would know. And there would be less chance of someone bumping into her belongings if a 6”5 man with a sword strapped to his side were carrying the load. “It’s really no trouble.”
