Closed Inauspicious Beginnings [Coren]

[Silarial]

He liked going around dressed like that? Wait, that would mean he dress like this everyday! Talk about unconventional. She wondered if there was a practical justification for such a getup. Does he wear so much garments because he wanted to stand out in a sea of people, or does he just not like anyone seeing more than an inch of his skin? Either way, Silarial thought he was such a curious person, and his blunt answers just piqued her interest more. There was something about this person’s extreme wariness of his own people that perturbed her, and she surmised that he was not of the average Vantha. Of course she was not talking about his peculiar preference in clothing. He strongly believed she was feigning ignorance, that she had an ulterior motive for following him. It was a pretty heavy insinuation since she just wanted to observe him from afar. Well, she did want to know many, many things about him, but that was that. So what exactly was this about Avanthal gunning him that he was talking about? And what was it again? “Fellow practitioners? Oh... are you some kind of professional or something? Wait wait! Let me guess... You’re a doctor!” But what happened during the previous season? Silarial tried to recall the events that transpired earlier this Fall. The icewall gates had been closed, rumors about Whitevine and Frostfawn circulated, the mages were suspected of the animal attacks... Wait, a mage. Could he be...? Silarial stared eagerly at the hooded man, her slim fingers absentmindedly playing with her lips and completely ignoring his attempt to shoo her. She was internally debating with herself whether he really was a mage or not. Would a mage really want to attract attention towards himself among people so prejudiced about his kind? She had never personally known a mage before, and so she was not sure. "...or a mage? Whatever, is what you are really that important? I just want to observe you in peace"

[Coren]

Coren's opinion of the woman intelligence was quickly dropping, though not as fast as his annoyance was rising at her attempts of who know what she was trying to do. Even though he usually enjoyed people talking to him without acting as if he was a leper. He quite honestly didn't enjoy talking to anybody he suspected of ulterior motives against him and somebody who was stalking him was always suspect of those. “Of course what you are is important, its what everybody judges your worth from.” Coren replied in a cold tone. “I already knew that you wanted to observe me, that was rather obvious from the fact you where stalking me like some kind of criminal. Unfortunately for you I rather dislike being watched or observed by people I don't know or don't like. And you managed to fall in both of those categories up till now.” He didn't reply at all to her inquiry if he was a mage or not, she would feel the consequences if she kept being suck a pain as she was now.

[Silarial]

“I have to disagree with that, hooded sir. Whatever you are doesn’t necessarily dictate who you’re going to be as a person. It’s you alone who decides your worth. Not those people who keeps bringing you down to boost their own stupid egos. Though I really can’t say everybody goes with the same line of thought...” No, not them. She lived this long enduring and endured the scorn she never asked for. “I don’t need anyone’s permission to be happy...” Realizing she had said that last one out loud, her face instantly flamed from embarrassment. In an attempt to salvage the situation, she tried to draw his attention to another subject. “A-anyway! I don’t really understand why you’re such a grouch, but who am I to judge? I don’t know what happened to you that made you that way. I don’t even know who you are. Speaking of which, you’re right. You don’t know me yet, so I’m going to at least introduce myself.” She took one step back and did a little curtsy, her lips curving into a sunshiny smile, her eyes sparkling green emeralds. “Hello, heavily-cloaked sir. My name’s Silarial, a dancer hailing from the Snowsong Hold.”

[Coren]

The hooded man could only shake his head at the response he got. Still, as he was talking with her he was slowly getting his doubts about the womans intentions. Or at least the intentions he thought she had. It could just be a play to let him lower his guard, but up till now he hadn't seen anybody else approach this street all the while they where talking. And he was pretty sure he could take her with his arcane knowledge if she didn't have any backup. So he slowly worked with his djed and let the world of aura's come into being, focusing on the one of the woman standing in front of him. He didn't see much out of the ordinary, no spikes of emotions, no differen't shades of the same emotion, to his sense she was exactly what she appeared. But he knew his auristics sense was weak and unpracticed. He needed to get more solid proof. “Quite a bold and egocentric assumption to make there, in my opinion.” Coren spoke up after her comment. “You not only put your own definition on worth, but also assume that everybody who puts you down is just doing so to stroke their own ego's or protect their own position. Not because of the fact your work or actions really might be the ones in the wrong.” It wasn't said in a condescending tone, even though it could clearly be interpreted that way. Coren's tone was still cold, but it seemed the man had calmed down a bit at least. “It seems you still remember your manners, if given some time. My name is Coren and I am of no hold.” Now if the woman didn't get why he was such a grouch after that revelation the woman was dumber then a sack of icestone. He kept a sharp eye on the womans aura with his auristics, hoping to see how her mood changed. Maybe he could find the evidence of what she was trying to pull in that.

[Silarial]

Silarial pouted her lips upon hearing the man state that it was an egocentric assumption for her to make. Did he think she wouldn't understand him if he used such big words? Her outlook in life is not that limited to what only pertains to herself. In fact, she internally agreed that what he said might apply to many, many people, but voicing it out would be self-defeating on her part. So with a puckish smile, she retorted, "Only one man's opinion, Mister Hoody." The dancer grinned proudly when the hooded man remarked about her manners, but it soon faded away when he so nonchalantly declared not having ties to any Hold. "No... Hold?" she repeated, taken aback from what she had just heard. She was so sure he was a Vantha for they shared Morwen's mark, but now she wasn't quite sure. She unconsciously moved closer towards the man who calls himself Coren, only stopping until she was about half of an arm's reach away from him. Silarial stared into his eyes, and seeing them shift in color assured her that he was indeed Vantha. It also confirmed that his preferences in clothes are really odd, considering he's also a child of Morwen. Taking a step back, she looked at him intently before she continued. "Where do you live then? Are you part of the Icewatch?"