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Makath
Jace didn't fail to notice the suspicious looks from the other two women; Okara and Iolara were their names from what they had said. The looks seemed to grow even more suspicious as Nieve suddenly exclaimed her interest in joining Jace in the jungle. He didn't blame them, really. They had all been pretty startled by each other and Makath wasn't something everyone could understand. It probably looked like Jace hadn't been speaking at all before Nieve's attitude had changed entirely. He would have to be careful from here on out. He didn't mean any harm, but he was certain that he seemed suspicious.
"Iolara, it's, it's nice to meet you. It's, it's nice to, to meet all of you." he said, his stammering returning now that all of their attention was focused on him. He really had to get over this. It had caused problems when he first met Nya, and he promised he would work on it. Now was just as good a time as any, he supposed. "Sorry," he started, his words slow and exaggerated, "about my stammering. I, sort of have trouble...talking to beautiful women."
All the blood in his body seemed to rush to his face again, making him once more look like a tomato. He was too embarrassed to look directly at any of them, so he just stared at the floor for a moment. Then, for whatever reason, it seemed to dawn on him that they were all waiting for him to lead the way on this little adventure. "OH!" he exclaimed, realization clear on his face. "R-right. Ok, well, follow me, I guess." He turned around then, and pulled an arrow from the quiver on his back. He used the tip to mark a nearby tree, pointing back to the beach, and then nocked it as he led this make-shift group deeper into the jungle.
After a few chimes of silence, his eyes scanning the area around them as they walked, Jace figured he might as well try to start a conversation. He was feeling awkward with three women following him and no one talking. It was like a weighted blanket was holding him down, the tension he felt. "So, um, O-Okara. Do, um, do you like working at the Panacea?"
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Makath
Jace didn't fail to notice the suspicious looks from the other two women; Okara and Iolara were their names from what they had said. The looks seemed to grow even more suspicious as Nieve suddenly exclaimed her interest in joining Jace in the jungle. He didn't blame them, really. They had all been pretty startled by each other and Makath wasn't something everyone could understand. It probably looked like Jace hadn't been speaking at all before Nieve's attitude had changed entirely. He would have to be careful from here on out. He didn't mean any harm, but he was certain that he seemed suspicious.
"Iolara, it's, it's nice to meet you. It's, it's nice to, to meet all of you." he said, his stammering returning now that all of their attention was focused on him. He really had to get over this. It had caused problems when he first met Nya, and he promised he would work on it. Now was just as good a time as any, he supposed. "Sorry," he started, his words slow and exaggerated, "about my stammering. I, sort of have trouble...talking to beautiful women."
All the blood in his body seemed to rush to his face again, making him once more look like a tomato. He was too embarrassed to look directly at any of them, so he just stared at the floor for a moment. Then, for whatever reason, it seemed to dawn on him that they were all waiting for him to lead the way on this little adventure. "OH!" he exclaimed, realization clear on his face. "R-right. Ok, well, follow me, I guess." He turned around then, and pulled an arrow from the quiver on his back. He used the tip to mark a nearby tree, pointing back to the beach, and then nocked it as he led this make-shift group deeper into the jungle.
After a few chimes of silence, his eyes scanning the area around them as they walked, Jace figured he might as well try to start a conversation. He was feeling awkward with three women following him and no one talking. It was like a weighted blanket was holding him down, the tension he felt. "So, um, O-Okara. Do, um, do you like working at the Panacea?"
word count: 379