Closed Being Useful [Soren]

[Kalimalka]

12th day of Spring, 513 "Miss, I know exactly what I'm doing", the crafter intones with carefully controlled annoyance."And I'd feel much better if you were to come back in a few hours instead of hovering like a bad cold." Taking the hint, Kali retracts from where she was crushed against his back, looking over his shoulder as he works on the shredded runner of her sled."I can be helpful you know",huffs the Kelvic, hands on her hips."I can hand you things or-" a look from the craftsman makes her rethink her assistance plan"- or just sit in the corner and chew on a piece of wood. Point is: thats my livelihood you're hammering away at. For the love of Morwen be careful." -------- Fifteen chimes later Kali is standing outside the shops door, scowling at her feet. The craftsman having all but thrown her out by the scruff of her neck claiming he needs "gods damned quiet". What the frost is that suppose to mean? She's as quiet and demure as a sleeping hare! He's a fragile creature if he cant take some mild corrections, she huffs. But now what will she do for the next few hours? She cant just stalk the shops front door or he might come after her with the mallet next. "I'll go hunting", she states aloud, turning like an automaton towards the city gate."Because hunting is also my livelihood and the hares don't complain about the noise!" she shouts over her shoulder, knowing the craftsman can't hear her, but satisfied all the same.

[Soren Frostfawn]

[quote="Soren Frostfawn"]

Soren crossed the snow covered grounds of Avanthal ready to partake in a bit of hunting in the wastes. He was dressed in the normal furs and clothes he usually wore and of course had his shortbow shouldered along with a quiver full of arrows. He raised an eyebrow when he heard the shouting from somewhere in the whiteness above. He smirked softly to himself as he passed the craftsman's shop and heard a young woman comment about hares and noises. He walked quicker to catch up with her, curious now as to what had upset her in the first place. She had long dark black hair that seemed to be of a solid color with no other colors in it. She had very pale skin that seemed to almost be lighter than the snow on the ground and her figure was small and curvy. He couldn't see her face but there was something about the woman that seemed different to him, though he couldn't quite place what it was. "Well, that was quite a racket you caused back there. Anything I can help with?He said as he got closer to her, she seemed upset but he gathered that from the yelling. She seemed to walk in a furied pace as well. Well, a new face was a new face and maybe this one was friendly when she wasn't steaming mad.

[Kalimalka]

While storming off with a half-baked plan, the last thing the Kelvic expected was to be interrupted. "What?" she snaps at the young man behind her, then mentally backhands herself for barking at innocent passerby. She was raised better than that."I'm sorry, what?" she rephrases in a much more kindly tone. "No, thats alright. Not unless you happen to be an expert at killing steam. I'm going into the Wastes and I'm not coming back until my sled if finished or I find and slaughter the largest animal I can get my hands on' she finishes with a growl. The man is matching pace, now level with her, and she takes the opportunity to boldy look him over. He's young and handsome with warm dark skin and bright eyes. A Vantha through and through, right down to the hearty northern build. Even under the coat she can tell he has powerfully athletic arms. And this close she can detect the separate marks of animal musk; which are mostly horses, but with a few dogs as well. So he must be Frostfawn. The fact that he's Frostfawn should make her retract the statement of unnecessary slaughter, for that is something the Frostfawn highly disapprove of (to put it lightly), but Kali has always been under the assumption that she is exempted of that rule. Not by grace of arrogance or superiority, but because she is just not human. And if she is being honest with herself she would have to admit that she justifies many things this way. "My name is Kalimalka by the way. Who are you, Frostfawn? Dont think I've seen you before"

[Soren Frostfawn]

He gave the woman a sour look when she mentioned the meaningless killing of a large animal. She seemed to only want to do it because of her own frustrations, how could anyone think of killing something other than out of necessity or at least some kind of beneficial use especially an animal. He shook his head in sadness for the animal and for this seemingly misguided woman. Regardless of this news that the woman was after some blood lust Soren remained calm and did not let his anger at this serious lack of respect for nature overwhelm him. He would try to persuade the woman from killing out of anything more than usefulness. "Well, I happen to be excellent at relieving steam and stress. How about we avoid the Wilderness altogether. You look like you could use a bit of relaxation. Theres a park near here I believe. A nice walk would ease the stress of anyone." Soren mentioned all of this in the desperate attempt to make the park irresistable to the woman. Soren walked beside the woman and felt her seemingly piercing eyes on his skin as she sized him up rather than actually seeing her sizing him up. Kalimalka, it sounded pretty and sort of melodic. He wondered how the woman knew he was a Frostfawn, it seemed odd she would know that without ever meeting him."I am Soren. I don't tend to meet a lot pf people. I am a hunter and kind of like the solitude of the wilderness but right now I'm enjoying the company of others more, and yes I am a Frostfawn but how did you know that if I may ask?