Completed Unexpected Views [Loda]

[Savacea Jovellana]

Savacea watched over Loda as he climbed, noting the things he was doing wrong. He was being a little too hasty, probably due to the fact that his weight was starting to cause him some pain from being in one place for too long. She noticed he wasn't balancing his weight like he should, instead he shoved it here and there, instead of distributing it through out. He finally got a better hold on his position though, and stopped looking down so much, instead he was being more observant of his surroundings. He rose to the next rock, and slipped. Savacea almost came off her perch to rescue him, but before she did she watched as he hung on with determination. She leaned back comfortable watching as sweat glistened on the man's skin, as he righted himself. She let out a breath, not realizing she had been holding it, this man was scaring her. Though she supposed the best way to learn is the hard way.

She watched as he started to get a better hang of climbing, as he slowly made his way to where she was at. Rising cautiously to where she sat, he asked how she climbed so well, this question shocked her and she was taken back at that. "He doesn't know what I am..." Savacea thought to herself, raising one brow at the man below her, waiting til he reached her before answering. Once he made it, she answered, "You truly do not know what I am, do you?" She asked this on a whisper, it was soft, not laced with cold or hatred, just a whisper as if to herself, but directed at Loda. "You... What do you think I am?" She asked, glancing at the dark haired man curiously. Surely he did not think she was human, she had morbid pale skin, her nails were claws, solid black, she had fangs, red eyes, and if one looked closely grey veins traveled up her skin. Surely he did not think her human, so then what exactly did he think she was.. "Probably a monster.." Savacea thought to herself, looking away from Loda to hide the pain of that thought. She was used to everyone thinking that of course, but it still hurt. She supposed though she did carry herself as a monster these days, she bit down on her lower lip softly, as she waited for his reply, looking up at the moon in the sky.

[Loda]

Climbing the cliffside burned his shoulder like nothing before had. He thanked Myri that it wasn’t a flat cliff but had some really decent hand holds; but it still didn’t help his situation. The feeling of his shoulder muscles burning raged against him and stung him something awful. With a turn of his head he dug his jaw hard into his shoulder, pressing against the pain to relieve it. It felt good as he strove upward.

Upon hearing his inquiry, the woman nearly whispered at him. He stopped climbing for a moment and met her gaze for the brief moment she looked to him. She was certainly not human, that was sure, but she was not someone who was attacking him also. She looked almost as if a thought crossed her mind and she looked up and away from him. The burn in his fingers reminded him that he was on the edge of a cliff and he took another step upward to a little lip where he rest his his arms.

“I do not know.” he said with heavy breath. Sweat was beading down his body, if not from the pain itself and his struggle with the pain, but also from the exertion he put forth. Now was not the time to answer her, but he felt he should. With struggle he moved off the ledge with his arms to the next spot while saying, “You are a woman of a people not known to me.” he guessed as she did have a woman’s figure, though he could have been wrong. “And…” he slipped again a little bit, this time scraping his forearms as his body swung to the left and then right on the rock. He was but a few feet from her now, and not even very far up still, yet he was climbing. To even a decently competent climber, this would have been easy, but he was used to jungles and not so much rocks without slopes.

After righting himself, he didn’t answer her further until he made it the rest of the way up. He tried not to show his exhaustion upon reaching the outcropping, and it helped that his shoulder burned so much that rather than flopping backwards and catching his breath, he instead rubbed his arm. Loda rotated it in a circular motion and looked over to her to finish his statement. “And, you seem like one who climbs a lot” he let out a heaved chuckle as he caught his breath. Some of his hair had come in front of him, so he brought his good arm up and rolled his hair up and backward over to his back. For what he intended to do it did better behind him. "So who are you?" he asked, reiterating his question in a different way.

If the woman was still lost in her thoughts though she would hear the scrape of rock though as he moved off the ledge as though to continue his climb. Whether he was ready for it or not, though if urged he may stay back a moment.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

Loda answered her question below her, that he didn't know and that she was of a race he did not know about. She sighed still looking up, at least he did not think her a monster, yet anyway. Though in time she was sure he would think just that, as she was incapable of being anything other than that. Loda finally made it to the outcropping, rubbing his arm. He mentioned that she was one who climbed a lot, and that in itself was an understatement. In Kalinor that is how her people moved about, climbing. Though her father used to talk about her people coming from the jungles of Falyndar before Kalinor, though that was many years ago in a different time.

Loda asked once more who she was, as the scrape of rock brought her attention back to the man, she looked at him for a moment to think whether or not she should tell him, then she decided she would it wouldn't hurt after all. He acted like he was going to go back to climb and Savacea put her hand out, "Let's rest a minute, the climb would be dangerous with a tired body, relax for a moment before continuing." She said the words in a calm manner and inhaled a deep breath, "As for who and what I am, my name is Savacea and I am Krova. A Symenestra, we are a people from Kalinor though are origins are in the jungles of Falyndar." The dark haired woman explained tentatively. "Yes, my kind are masters at climbing, for it is our way of movement. Climbing in Kalinor is how one travels, not walking. Anyway, you are human of what race?" Savacea asked smoothly, he looked a little like Tokia the owner of the herbalist shop, but she was unsure of what his exact race was still. She leaned back a little to relax as she waited for his answer, she was attempting pleasantly conversing, which was a big step for her as usually she did not indulge in such things.

The moon was up in the sky as night time finally covered Black Rock, the fog seemed to be a permanent presence, and swirled in and out of the light of the moon. The fog itself reminded her of ghostly spirits, so it seemed fitting for the city. She heard moans and wails, then laughter, as ghosts were tricking a poor soul it seemed. The city was different from what she was typically used to, though the solace was welcoming, as well as the dark, eerie feeling it gave off. Though with all that the city was actually filled with pleasant and nice people, the way of life here was something that she could agree to and almost made her relax enough to take her Symenestra armor off, though not just yet. She kept it on over the silk wrapped around her torso acting like a shirt, to protect her frail and delicate bones. She let the thoughts drift off, so she could pay attention to what Loda had to say before they resumed their climbing.

[Loda]

Loda considered the woman’s words, making a face as he rubbed his elbow. It was hard to tell if it was a look between confusion or pain. Slowly the burn went out of his shoulder now that he decided to stay. “Savacea...Krova...Symenestra…” he thought to himself. These words were confusing to him. He understood Kalinor and of course that they originated from the jungles of Falyndar. That got his attention and he turned a bit with his upper torso to view her more clearly in his peripheral vision.

She asked him what his race was and he shook his head no at her question. “I am no human. I am Blooded Fang, Myrian.” His answer was in like kind to hers, perhaps confusing, and it was on purpose, being a playful sort at times. He then quickly asked her to clarify what she was. He didn’t like not knowing what a Krova or Symenestra was.

“You are Krova. Is this your group of people? Or is Symenestra your clan?”

Now that the pain had started to recede in his shoulder, he relaxed a little. His body was soon reminded to how relaxed it was on the rocks below listening to the crashing waves. The moon had risen up in the night sky and it would almost seem romantic if he was in that frame of mind, yet he was not. He was still on guard around this fanged stranger. While being courteous and not angered toward the savage he was next to, he still watched her. There was relative peace on this black rock due to Dira, yet he was still the warrior first. He observed the same thing she did but his thoughts were more along the line of inquiry and ignoring the pain that his scrapes and falls had cost him.

“Savacea” he said it almost wistfully, remembering something. “It sounds almost like a name from my people.”

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[Savacea Jovellana]

Her guess at him being a human was wrong, though he looked some what human. He explained he was a Myrian, and she was not sure what a Blooded Fang was at all. She took in his tawny skin and eyes, he looked similar to Tokia, she was a Myrian too then it seems. So if he wasn't human, he still look human like though. Still the question was, what was a Blooded Fang?

Before she could ask that question though, he asked her to clarify what she meant as well. It seems they both were being short with one another, not really giving too much information. Savacea gave a small smile, it seems they were more similar then she first expected, she turned to Loda peering into his gaze with her red eyes, "Krova means, of the blood, a term used by my people around others to describe the race Symenestra. It is not a clan, just a race of people. We live underground, in a cavern. We are a small race, not many of us left, usually we are killed on sight as we are viewed as monsters, for the ways of my people are not widely accepted, I myself rebelled against their ways. So here I am traveling abroad." Savacea explained looking away and out into the dark, foggy vista before her.

The sounds of the waves was lulling, a lullaby singing it's song in the night air. She had never been more relaxed in awhile as she was this very moment, though still she guarded herself closely as it was her way, she could not afford the luxuries of normal people, as her end goal was what should be focused on daily. Loda spoke her name in a wistful manner, mentioning that it was like a name of his people. Savacea turned and smiled, "We are given names to remind us of our time in the Falyndar jungle, of the flowers and plants that we lived around in the trees. That way we can hold on to our origins in the dark caverns that is now our home."

Savacea studied Loda, seeing the multiple scratches on his body, she wondered if he was in pain and being brave. She could not really tell by his face, it seemed if he was he was being strong, it was admirable though, a good quality to have, especially for a warrior. That thought lead her back to her question, "What is Blooded Fang and what are Myrians exactly? You look humanoid, though you say you are not, so what exactly are Myrians and what does Blooded Fang mean?" She asked this with pure curiosity and interest. Savacea was indeed interested to learn more of this Myrian people, and what a Blooded Fang was.

[Loda]

Turning his head to the side, the Myrian’s hair swept sideways. He looked to the woman on the rock with him and studied her as she answered about her people. He wasn’t eying her, but rather cataloging what she was in his mind. Upon his back, his shifting hair revealed that there were the scars of previous battles with various other monsters in the jungles, yet very few of the scars were not intentional. It looked as though the man cut upon himself tales and stories of his victories in war. While not nearly as many as some clans took to cutting themselves, it was noticeable. He saw her thin form as fragile, slender, and weak. Savacea’s short stature was different than the women of his clan who were very tall. Instead she was nearly a head shorter than him and it made him feel powerful over her.

He looked to her eyes and studied them a moment as she spoke. The ruby gems that they were seemed very beautiful, but had a creepy look to them in the moonlight. It made him consider the next time he went into a cave, what actually was watching him from the darkness. She went on to explain how her people were the Symenstra, but the Krova was like his term of what he would use for Myrian. He understood that her race was Symenstra, but his people were the people of Myri, likewise, her people were the people of the blood.

Finding it strange that one would live underground, his eyes squinted at the mention of that and wondered. She abandoned her people. If she was a Myrian it would have been looked down on, but he was all the more pleased when she gave history of her people that were originally of the Falyndar Jungle. He did not know history very well so he wasn’t sure if it were the Myrians who drove them out. It was possible since they desired the jungle as their own land. The woman smiled to him again and her fangs were lightly visible. While many would reel at the sight, he welcomed it. That was actually a mark of attraction to his clan, and while he didn’t find her attractive at all as a whole, her smile was very nice to him.

“Your people were from Falyndar jungle? Were you driven down into the caves? What did your people do that you did not wish to take a part in?”

He wanted to understand, this could actually be one of his enemies, yet unknown. For this reason he didn't mention that his people were from the same jungle. Not that it mattered here, there was peace. Dira was in command and he would respect her even if this woman was his enemy. When she asked who and what his people were he looked up toward the moon in thought, remembering old stories told to him many summers ago. He thought to Myri, his Goddess queen.

“Myrians are the people of the Goddess Queen Myri, who rules over us. She is the goddess of war, victory, and battle. We do well in her sight by dominating those who oppose us. Long ago our tribes came under her power and were blessed by her. We are above humans, better than them.” he didn’t say so pridefully, it was a fact, or at least to him. “We are stronger, faster, we eat the flesh of our enemies and give up their bodies as sacrifice to Myri.”

He considered what a Blooded Fang was as he pivoted to face her and put his back to the cliff wall and lean up against it. “Out of the few tribes that came to Myri in her conquest, the Blooded Fangs were of great strength. It is said that none could defeat her, but our tribe leader challenged Myri and fought her tooth and nail. Not without struggle, Myri won, and spared us for our strength and greatness. We joined her, and are Blooded Fangs because we believe if we eat the parts of our enemies that derived them strength, we will have that strength in us. Also because of this. “ He showed her a toothy smile that showed his filed teeth. To show it was not a threat he closed his mouth and leaned back on the rock with his eyes closed.

The woman had her claws, which seemed to be weapons of some sort, but he was growing less and less afraid of her by the minute. He wasn’t going to be careless though and just briefly has his eyes closed. After a few ticks he opened his eyes and stretched his shoulder.

“Is there anything else you wish to know?”

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[Savacea Jovellana]

Savacea watched his reactions briefly to her explanation of the Symenestra, perhaps she would of learned more if she had not ran away when she was young, and thought she was in love. Perhaps then she could offer more then the basic knowledge of her people, she knew others rebelled against their ways since they were, in the eyes of those who rebelled, life was sacred and that meant all life not just theirs. Loda went on to ask more questions about the Symenestra, why they left the jungles of Falyndar. Savacea was not sure why they left, it seemed someone drove them out though she was not sure who, as she did not pay much attention to the stories that her kin would tell about that time. She shrugged her shoulders, "I am not sure why my people left Falyndar Jungles, I think it was someone that drove them to the caves but I am not certain I did not pay attention like I should have. I left Kalinor when I was young..." She let that trail off as she was not in the mood to discuss that particular part of her past, though it was becoming easier to talk to Loda, easier then she really thought possible, it was indeed unexpected.

"My people Harvest others. This means that they take women into the caves, impregnate them with their children, so the women act as surrogates, and those women die because the venom we Symenestra possess is toxic... She trailed off pointing to her poisonous fangs. I do not believe any life should be sacrificed in that way, I am against the Harvest as many others are. We should respect life, even if it is not our own. They capture these women, even Myrian women, and they just die..." Savacea looked off mournfully at the thought, she remembered her father held those views for a short time, before meeting her vicious step mother who chose a surrogate to have her half-brother. She remembered the wails of the woman as she died in pain, it was awful.

Savacea shook the thoughts off, as Loda began to answer her questions of him. He spoke of a Goddess Queen named Myri who was over war, victory, and battle. Loda explained that his people dominated those who opposed them, and how they were above humans. She gave a small grin nodding at that as he continued to explain how they were better. Savaea thought for a moment about it, realizing he was indeed a strong warrior, and she taunted him, she was braver then she expected she was. Though in truth she had no idea how fierce the man could be, she did like to flirt with danger indeed, even when that danger was unknown at the time.

Loda went on to explain the Blooded Fangs to her, which was a tribe that ate the parts of their enemies and pointed at his fangs. Her large orbs grew larger in shock, he had fangs too! Now she did not feel so different, even if he had to make them himself and was not born with them, it was still a pleasant sight to behold. She did not find eating their enemies gross as most probably would, she herself could not eat solid food as they delicate bodies could only handle liquid or very soft fruits, they have to sink their fangs into what ever they are going to eat and use the venom to liquefy it, and suck it out of the carcass or food item, blood and all. Loda leaned back relaxing against the wall of rock, his eyes closed. She supposed he was indeed tired the climb was tiring for those who had to put as much effort as he had.

After a few moments he asked if there was anything else she wished to know, and indeed there was something, "Are you..in pain?" She asked this tentatively not wanting to disrespect the man, nor make him think she cared. Though in a way she did slightly, she did not want him to die from attempting the climb to the top of this huge mountainous rock. Though she wondered if he was in pain, why he kept going.

[Loda]

The fact they were in the Falyndar Jungles meant they likely encroached upon the Taloban army’s expansion at some point. Being weak as he could obviously see why they were beaten and driven back far underground, but perhaps it was the Dhani who did it, he didn't know. Though he did wonder what their relationship in regards to the military with them now was.

The woman wasn’t much help as she said she didn’t pay attention from her youth. As she shrugged her shoulders he could see how light, flowing, and mobile what she wore was. Their armor was usually leather of some sort and their clothing was lioncloths or some sort of covering cloth. Even pants and shirts were known to be worn amongst their culture. While they were brutal and savage, they were not uncivilized. They were intelligent, methodical, and it was the reason why they were the largest army in the world as far as he knew.

“Hmm...Kalinor is your city? How do you have a city underground? I’ve never seen such construction.”

He could tell she was trailing off and didn’t want to discuss her youth, but he figured perhaps her city was a safe bet. She after all had no love for it or its practices. Curiously listened as she explained how they impregnate other women to act as surrogates. She revealed that she like the Dhani had toxin in their fangs and his dislike grew. It reached a maximum point when she mentioned that they even captured Myrian women and killed them. That was the last straw. She looked mournfully at the thought, almost as if she herself would never have done such. There was a conflict in him. She was revealed as his enemy, but wasn’t at the same time. Were they in the jungles he may have went down for his spear, but here he stayed his hand. She had already stated she despised such practices and it calmed him inside somewhat, though the woman could perhaps see he struggled within himself for a moment before calming.

As he explained to her who he and his people were and showed his fangs, he could see her eyes widen in shock. It was a welcomed look and he desired to perhaps just show her how powerfully violent he could be in combat with something greater than him, just so she could see it. Right now however he was weak like her, in his mind an outcast. She asked if he was in pain and he sat up slowly and touched his shoulder. Savacea’s tone showed respect and so he answered. “I am at some times. It is an older injury from last season. It has healed, but I am not myself. Certain things my arm is not used to yet, like climbing. But it is good for it, to remember the earth I stand on and the fight that used to be in it.”

He didn’t know if she was a weakling of her kind or diseased or something so he asked. “Do all your people look like you in a way? And...what do you wear?” he was asking about her silks, which just looked different from the silks he knew. Perhaps it was because they were Symenestra of origin or perhaps because of her exoskeleton underneath. Now that he was more calm he could see that if she almost seemed to glow white in the moonlight, it was the paleness of her skin and it made her stand out greatly, but in the dark, he doubted he would see her at all. Upon her long arms were normal hands like those he knew, but upon the fingers were the claw-like daggers and he cataloged all he saw, not afraid if she found him studying her. Myrians were very open about looking people over and in some cases it was a dominance thing. They always had power behind their stares though, both the men and the women.

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[Savacea Jovellana]

A sigh of relief almost left her mouth, as she was proud that he did not pry further for her past. Her past was something that tormented her daily, her father not loving her, then that bitch of a step mother abusing her, then the one person she trusted, loved, and thought she could always rely on showing her how ugly a people really were inside. Savacea did not care for anyone, it wasn't a racial thing, just people in general. Cities wanted to point and scream and call her a monster, although the real monsters were inside everyone, it just really depended on if you let it out or not, and from what Savacea experienced and witnessed, most did let that monster out. The conversation shifted to the city, her beautiful home. Although she did not respect the Harvest, she did miss it.

"It is actually quite beautiful.. She trailed off for a moment thinking, then continued "It floats in the air of the cavern, the buildings are made in the stalacites and clay, hanging down from the ceiling like little tear drops that glow. Though the cavern is dark, humans would have a hard time seeing in it, my people can see in the darkness. The slight illumination that does exist is by fire or opalgloams that shine bright like the moon in the sky. It is like twilight inside, all day every day, softly glowing and peaceful. Savacea shifted so she was sitting opposite of Loda, facing him, with a look on her face that had not been there in many years, excitement. "The streets are filled with silk that is weaved into a sturdy fashion, and it leads from one structure to another. The silk is in the colors of beautiful gems, and is hung decoratively, it is a city of stone and silk. It is quite hard for anyone besides Symenestra to navigate though.

Savacea paused a moment in her long description, placing a strand of her hair behind her ear and had a sad look on her face, "Though it is kind of like a ghost town, not literally as it is here, but there isn't very many people left of my race. They are a lot of empty structures due to the dwindling of my kind. Even Symenestra die giving birth to their young, as my mother did. Savacea looked away as she was finished talking about her city, it made her long for her mother, a woman she never met though knew in her heart to be a kind and loving woman, sacrificing her life so her child could have a life. Not many women would do that, her step mother one of those who would not.

Savacea noticed the struggle Loda had with the Harvest and how women were captured for breeding. "Now he thinks I am a monster.." She thought to herself, though it was understandable she still did not agree to such rash judgments. She supposed she could not blame him though, it was a crude thing, and her being a part of a race who did such things, well... it was hideous. What should she care what the man thought anyway? It did not matter really.. or did it? A part of her craved friendship, another part told her just to keep being cold and guarded, to not let this go any further then pleasant conversation, she was not sure which way she was leaning just yet, what voice inside her soul to listen to, so for now she was going to enjoy their conversation, for now..

Loda answered her question about being in pain, it seemed an honest answer, and ended with a respectful tone. So he was indeed stronger then she thought in the beginning. "It is welcoming to know someone who is strong, not only physically, but inside as well." She said softly. It was indeed nice to know that he was not the coward she once thought he was. Too many people lived their life scared of life and other things. It was refreshing to meet someone who took life as it was, respected it, and gambled with fate. She could not help but wonder what he looked like when he fought, but she quickly discarded it. "I will not go there.. Can't get too close." She thought to herself, as the conversation turned back on her and the clothes her people wore.


She raised a brow at his question, a smirk on her lips, "Symenestra wear a exoskeleton armor over the Symenestra silk that they wrap around their bodies. The Symenestra silk clings to our bodes, and the armor provides the protection we need. Though if we are in a place that is safe, we just wear a simple silk gown with out the armor. She explained the clothing first, then went on about the people, "We vary, though we are the same, at the same time, although the men do not have body hair."


She noticed Loda studying her and it made her feel very uncomfortable about it. Savacea was unsure why he was doing so, what his reasons were for it, and if he was making note of her monstrous looks. She knew she looked different from normal woman, though she thought she held at least some ounce of other-wordly beauty. It wasn't that she was arrogant or had an ego, she found herself just to not be hideous completely, she was just a honest person.

Savacea frowned at his looking her over, "Why are you looking at me like that Dovnada?" The raven haired woman asked a bit coldly, she did not like being examined like she was some kind of freak. Though she used the honorific of her people with the last syllables of his name, denoting him for what he was, it was a respectful term for those who were superior. Although Savacea used it in a cold manner, Loda may of found it to be insulting. She did not care though, she was not some kind of monster, and she felt like that was what he was looking at her like.

[Loda]

Though Savacea seemed rude to him and disrespectful, even challenging, she was not reminiscent and almost dreamy. Had his words calmed her? He personally wasn’t one to make enemies of people he didn’t have to. The Dhani were different. He would not do well speaking on this cliff with one and would likely push it off the ledge. He didn’t know what the heck she was and while monster was definitely something rattling around in his mind, he didn’t quite have the malice he had toward the monsters that were the Dhani. It was so blatantly clear she was weaker than him. He wouldn’t even have to push hard for his spear to go through her. He’s killed the whiptail before, what was she? This vast difference in challenge was different than someone who was nearly his equal and was asserting for certain rights. He felt at peace because she was so far below him, not that he was cocky, just that he felt when it came to strength and might, Myrians were the most elite. Call it brainwashing, but they proved it constantly in battle.

He listened quietly as she described her city. It was almost poetic the way she described it to him, as if she really missed it. Loda didn’t exactly know if he could describe his homeland like she did. It was too vast, far too vast. The might of the Myrians had spread far and wide, however he perhaps could describe Taloba for the woman. He was not so poetic though and her storytelling ability was far better than he could imagine. She turned suddenly and he suppressed the urge to display aggression, she was excited. On one hand it was fun to see the girl excited, but on the other it was kind of creepy. Her facial features were so different from theirs and while she was humanoid, she was much farther from being human than he was.

He watched as she accurately brushed some hair that had fallen back behind her ear and it struck him, she was not a monster, but a woman. How many women had he seen do the same thing in just as a subconscious way as she just did. Granted the thought popped into his mind as to how she didn’t scar up her face with her claws doing that, but then again, she was very graceful and light. It seemed her civilization was on its last leg. Though he didn’t understand why if they were able to breed. Perhaps their children were not so many as to survive? Perhaps it was because they were so weak? It seemed they died in childbirth the same as the Myrians do whom they use as hosts.

“It sounds very beautiful. I could not describe...anything so well.” he chuckled lightly and looked away with her, the smile fading from his face. “Your people dwindle and don’t seem to have much hope from what you say. For a mother to die in our society it was either because she was too weak, she was sick, or something tragic happened, but you make it sound as though everyone dies in your home if they have children. How then can a society survive unless they have twins?” He of course didn’t understand. “They would have to then impregnate a host to live.” He pursed his lips and then looked back to her to see what she had to say.

Her comment about his shoulder made him consider that she was not only not a monster, but was somewhat sociable as well, at least when she wanted to be. He wondered if all her race were as hostile as she was when they first met.

“This is armor?” he said after examining it for a second longer. “It doesn’t look very strong.” It didn’t really and he leaned forward to get a better look at it. It was dark though and he couldn’t make out the different details so he leaned back in defeat. “It is too dark to see for my eyes”

Her face changed in the moonlight as he watched her and took in her features. She seemingly didn’t like it and he wondered if Dovnada was a threat. She was quick to anger he figured and he calmly said. “I was just learning who you are.” The fact he was looking at her did not seem to bother him. It was cultural and he wasn’t doing it to see her bodily form, just take in who she was as a person.

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