Outside the City Walls (Open)

[Guy Laliberte]

In the lull of the conversation, Guy was unsure of what to do. Enalahs had gone to whetting her blade, and Guy was chewing on his beef. He put the piece he offered her away, and decided to take his leave, as the sun seemed to be close to setting.

"Err... Well, nice to meet you, Enalahs," He said, smiling. "If you don't mind, I'll be taking my leave now. Perhaps I'll do one last performance before I head off to snooze. See you around, I guess..." He hesitated to stand up, thinking perhaps she would want to talk once more.

[Enalahs]

"Alright." She said, continuing to sharpen her blade. She enjoyed talking to him, but she wouldn't stop someone from leaving if they desired to. It had been nearly a season since she last had an actual conversation with someone, without walking away or attacking them verbally. So, She wasnt good with conversations. But nevertheless, she wouldn't stop him.

She looked up and smiled, halfheartedly, at Guy. "Have a good night." She said as she looked back down at her katana, a bit sadly.

[Guy Laliberte]

"Err..." Guy had conflicting emotions. On one hand, he felt it was his duty to help out anyone in need, in any way that he could, and this particular problem he might be able to fix, or at least console... On the other hand, She didn't seem to want to talk at all, and he felt maybe his efforts were being wasted...

He decides to give it one last shot, asking Enalahs, "Are you sure there's.. Ah... Nothing you would like to speak about?" He stops, then continues. "I know you don't know me that well, but I'm a good listener." He smiles encouragingly, half sitting and half standing, ready for whatever she decided to do.

[Enalahs]

"What's there to talk about?" She asked as she stopped sharpening her sword and stared down at her katana. "I'm traveling alone, with no master, in a place I have never been to, don't know what to do or where to go." She looked up at him. "Nothing else to say." She said softly, trying to keep her voice calm. She knew she didn't act very interested in talking. It was just becaseu she had not done so in over a season.

"I'm sorry." she said as she looked back at the katana. She felt bad. She knew he was trying to cheer her up, and open her up perhaps. But it was hard for her.

[Guy Laliberte]

"What's there to talk about?" She looked down, stopping what she was doing. I'm traveling alone, with no master, in a place I have never been to, don't know what to do or where to go. Nothing else to say." Her voice was hushed, forced to be calm, as if she wanted to explode but couldn't.

"Don't. There's nothing to apologize for. My fault for pushing you... If you need somewhere to go, I know an area where you can rent a room... It's pretty cheap, too, if you don't mind spartan living." He almost started to suggest that she could stay at his house, but he remembered the place was a mess. Not to mention perhaps that would come off as a bit creepy.

[Enalahs]

"I'm fine. I prefer to sleep outside." She said, still looking down at her half-sharpened katana. "And you didn't push me. I'm just not use to talking to people." She said as she began to sharpen her katana once again. "It's been a season since I've had any contact with anyone..." She half-whispered. Her eyes, which were normally hard and cold, were soft and sad now.

"Anyway. No need to bore you with my life." She said softly, followed by a 'GASP' as the katana slipped and cut her index finger. She reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of cloth and wrapped her finger in it.

[Guy Laliberte]

"I'm fine. I prefer to sleep outside." Something in Guy's head finally clicked. She's a Kelvic... It was all there; the snow-white hair, the cat-slit eyes, the talk about her 'Master'... He had thought maybe she had been a maid or slave of some sort, but now it made sense... Wonder if she would- He began to think. Suddenly, however, something derailed his train of thought.

Guy saw the katana slip and the blood start flowing, and quickly reached into his pack, taking out a small leather pouch. This he holds while he rushes to her side.

"Are you alright? Did you cut a vein?"

[Enalahs]

"It's just a small cut." She said as she finished tieing the strip of cloth around her finger. "I'm fine." She said quietly, still looking down at her bandaged wound. 'Why should he care? He doesn't know me.' She thought to herelf. It wasn't normal, to her at least, for anyone to show concern or any emtion about things like this towards her. She looked at him. "I'm alright." She said with a small smile.

She tucked her whet stone into her backpack and sheathed her sword. 'Enough sharpening tonight. Next time it could be my entire finger.' She thought as she realized that she was, indeed, lucky it wasn't her entire finger, or worse, her hand.

[Guy Laliberte]

Guy smiled back at her, glad to hear she wasn't seriously damaged. It was hard for him to make friends, being an entertainer, though one would think it was easy. However, viewers seemed to distance themselves from the show, which made it hard, since most of Guy's life he worked, and didn't take too much time off.

"Glad to hear that." Guy sighed and walked back to his pack, putting his small sewing kit back. Grabbing one of the straps, he slips it onto his shoulder, holding his mask in his other hand.

"Ah... Good day, then." He began to turn, and started walking off into the forest, back to the gate.

[Enalahs]

She watched as he put away his pouch. "Good bye." She said as she stood and gathered up her things. She began to wonder if she would run into Guy again. This had been... an interesting situation, to say the least. She smiled to herself, as he left. Realizing she had just made a friend. Or at least she thought. Perhaps it was a one time thing, perhaps not. She didn't know. But at least in her eyes... She had made a friend.

After 2 seasons, the Ice wall surrounding her heart, had finally began the melting process. Not greatly, but it was a start.