I try to do the right thing. (Faval)

[Sayge]

Summer 8th, 512 AV
The Nuit Sayge lived in Zeltiva for four hundred years. No one knows this, she's outlived generation after generation. All of Sayge's family members were gone. Both Sayge and her mother, Lilah, were killed at the ages of nineteen and fourty seven. After some dark work Sayge didn't understand all too well she came back but decided not to leave Zeltiva. The Nuit has a blurry image of what her original body looked like, clearly she was a human during the nineteen years she was 'alive.' She's been through countless bodies over the years. She felt no pity for the multiple people she's killed to obtain them.

Sayge was dressed in basic clothes. A white silk dress, though she had no shoes on her feet. The Nuit knew not to carry anything out of the normal around Zeltiva. She felt rage, it was her primary emotion. There was rarely ever any happiness when it came to Sayge unless she was getting that new body or torturing someone. Basically, anything bad made her happy. Peace just was depressing to her.

The Nuit stood right outside of the World's End Grotto. It was almost time to get a room so she wouldn't have to stay outside the entire night again. That's when she saw a human man. He was walking in her direction. Sayge decided not to bring any harm to him right there souly because of his gender. Never once has she taken a male's body. She simply walked two steps forward and turned around to get in the man's way and face him with a huge smile on her face.

Sayge was good at putting on the teen aged look she wanted to appear to be lost. The man was obviously larger than Sayge was. The Nuit was bold, she always had to have the first word and the last word. Speaking in that afraid tone she said to the human "W-here are you heading? Can you help me?" In the common language. Since he was human she thought he'd speak it.

[Faval]

Faval had been recently let go from his former employment and was, like most who found themselves on the way to this particular establishment, out of a home. He had been out of a home before, in fact he was quite used to being homeless having spent the first sixteen years of his life as such. Familiarity breeds contempt however and very few people actually enjoy sleeping on the street, consequently Faval was not even remotely close to wishing to return to the homeless street urchin lifestyle, especially not now since he actually had marketable skills with which to afford a roof over his head. The young man did have a hint of desperation in his disposition though as he was very much afraid of being stuck out on the street. Thankfully, he had been able to procure a meager apartment without much fuss which would suit his purposes quite well. There was enough room to house and maintain the longbow that the boy had slung over his shoulder while having access to a fire pit for the purposes of food preparation, not to mention room to sleep on top of that. To Faval, that seemed like heaven.

Faval stepped out of the office building and back in to the fresh air with a new found jump to his step as he a weight was suddenly lifted off his shoulders. He was quite a happy individual and for a time, he was so happy that he had unfortunately for him and anyone he would/almost would run in to, zoned out in to his own little world. It was only when a voice from a few feet in front of him rang out that he snapped out of his little trance and rejoined the world of reality. His first reaction was one he was rather used to. The girl in front of him was very pretty and, for a change since it seemed like he was always the child in the room regardless of where he went, seemed to actually be around his age. Her suddenly appearing in front of him had caught him momentarily off guard and while his hormones were reddening his face at her appearance, Faval’s body was reacting like it was trained to and he quickly stepped back away from her and his arms rose to protect his center, to defend from possible attacks. That reaction made his face redden in embarrassment even further. Thoroughly embarrassed and rather uncomfortable at how he was acting, Faval managed to force out a reply.

“Going...back to my stuff. What do you need?”