[Takula Outpost] Mizahar Breathes (Lavia)

[Azurk]

Season of Spring, Day 10, 511 AV

The grass licked his calves on the wave of the wind. The air that fluttered spoke calmly, yet emptily, to him. From the sky came light and warmth, and Azurk avoided the shade to feel the sensation. Not a word, nor a bang, nor a clatter disrupted the gentle ebb and flow of tranquility. Even in the Takula Outpost, there was silence enough that Mizahar could be heard, breathing.

Azurk’s gaze was bound to the small amalgamation of rocks and pebbles. They flattened the grass upon which they rested, but the long blades wafted slowly about the perimeter, forming a miniature valley encircled by green cliffs. He breathed deeply, watching quietly, his hands at his sides and his fingers spread and touching the flowing atmosphere. They wiggled and wound through the passing breeze, utterly delicate in movement and control. And on the ground, the rocks, unmoving, held firm the grass beneath them. Azurk looked down and saw his obedient fingers, then transfixed his eyes onto his own legs. They were still. They held him up.

He shifted slightly and felt the friction of his tight breeches against his thighs. The leggings fell to just below his knees, fastened at his waist by a light belt (though it was likely unnecessary). He wore no shirt, and amid the grass behind him was the pile of his brown-cloth cloak, which he had removed to feel the light.

He took his time in such spells of composure. He was alone and Kalik was not in control. The occasion was rare. Azurk did not have much fight in him, choosing apathy in the wake of his past. He was Cerulean, after all, and that would never change. Not in the eyes of his kin, and not even in his own beholding. He knew that even he did not trust himself. Kalik was a boiling war-hawk who fought out of bloodlust, mistaking the craving for battle for honor.

Azurk suddenly glanced up to the sky and realized that he was now on his knee before the rock-shrine. Azurk had constructed it, without true authority of blessing, as a personal dedication to Wysar. Kalik cared little for it but Azurk had structured in behind his cottage with the intent to avoid noise and to feel the winds. Often the wind could not be felt within the Takula Outpost, as her stone walls were difficult for even the air element to traverse. But here, near the western wall, just a few yards from his home, Azurk had discovered the site of a soft whirlwind. When Kalik yielded control, which he rarely did, Azurk enjoyed this opportunity (if he even enjoyed anything) to act as a tree: steadfast and yet harmonious with the nature of the breeze.

[Lavia]

The sound of trickling water could be heard, along with the occasional swishing sound of movement just on the surface of the water. A river, the Bluevein River to be exact, was steady and halcyon. That was until the slender limb extended, long and subtle fingers slowly disrupting the resting waters. The tips of her fingers sunk deeper and deeper, causing ripples and movement to surround what was now her entire hand, engulfed by the cool water. She cupped her hand, quickly bringing it back up to surface and taking it to her mouth, drinking as much as she could before it escaped through the gaps and openings of her hand. Once the water was drained from her palm, her arm fell gently back to her side as she exhaled in pleased relief. She had been thirsting for water, but was too occupied with other things to come and fetch a quick drink. She glared down to her small jug, grabbing it by the handle and dunking it in to the river to retrieve enough water to last her for the rest of the day. Pulling the jug out of the river, she rose back upright from her knelt position, and headed back over towards her pitched tent. She placed the jug in a safe area near the entrance of her tent, and turned to look back towards the large extending river. Lavia was nude, as she was most of the time, without fear or shame. Her arms reached towards the heavens, her toes beginning to point and lift her weight, stretching her body and with satisfaction, a smile gently tugged at the corner of her lips as she did so. Lavia has been alone for as long as she could remember, traveling from place to place, across the waters and back. Though, Cyphrus is where she mostly found herself. This was more like home than any other region, any other city. There was no personal attachment to keep her returning here, as far as other people. It was simply the attachment of the never ending mirrors of water, the soft tickles of grass on her feet and the blooming flowers. It is said that the grass lands as well as Riverfall is the most tranquil place of all Mizahar -Lavia can confirm this. It truly is a breath taking sight from every angle. Once she was done stretching, she gave an exhale to the clouds, immediately changing in to her owl form. -and with a loud hoot she was off, her wings expanding massively as they soared and carried her through the air, pushing against the gentle and cooling breeze. Her feathers being caressed and kissed by the gentle sun with a warm greeting, welcoming her back in to flight and amongst the trees. She was gliding and dashing through the trees, flapping her wings as much as needed to gain altitude. With instinct and the help of an inner compass, she knew she was heading east, just as she intended. With her wide eyes she observed the fields of grass below, leaving the sight of water. Just past the horizon, past the outskirts of Riverfall, she found herself in 'the heart of the Cyphrus wild territories'. In sight there were stone walls, built on high and though it wasn't as appealing as the rest of the structures in Riverfall, it held a uniquness about it, and maybe that was what caused it to stick out from other structures even more. Many times Lavia has passed over this structure, but never has she stopped to observe its inhabitants nor the activities that take place behind its stone barricade. With another hoot, she turned, her wings beating against the wind quickly as she made a sharp turn, circling around the walls before flying back upwards to perch atop of it. Lavia's eight talons gripped on to the top of the stone wall, wiggling around a bit until her stance was comfortable. Just behind her, the sun was shining at its brightest, the warm sensation continuing to embrace her as she peered downward, her wide eyes observing what she knew to be, an Akalak. He was silent, just like their surroundings. Nothing could be heard but the soft rusting of the grass and the whisper of the casual gust of wind. He was knelt down on one knee, in front of what appeared to be a rock shrine of some sort. Lavia wasn't too familiar with Akalak customs, so to her it had appeared to be a bit odd. Though, Lavia wasn't the one to judge. After all, when it came to her own faith and beliefs, she didn't have any. Her big golden eyes continued to observe the Akalake in silence, her neck extending upwards and her head turning just a bit to the side. Even an owl can hold a curious expression. She gave a gentle hoot, breaking the reticence.

[Azurk]

Remaining on his knee, Azurk fiddled with the strips of grass, running them between his fingers and feeling the cellulose surfaces. The wild nature of the grass had made it rough to the touch. His fingers gripped, and then he closed his fists, clenching the grass. He took a deep, audible breath. Standing, he tore the vegetation up from its roots along with him. He held up his prize, stolen from the earth, and examined it carefully. The wind flickered at the ends of the strands, but he held so firmly that the grass was otherwise stagnant. And it was dying. His grip tightened and ground up the grass.

When the fibers were crumpled and the palms of his hands were stained (not green, for they were too deep a shade of violet to be stained green) with a dark discoloration, he released the grass. He looked at the shrine, glaring now. The rock shrine glared back. It was like Wysar. It was like the Elder Council. It was like his father, Riarik. It was like he had once been: guarded and hard. Yet, should he reach out and disturb one of the supporting pebbles, half of the shrine would surely collapse. And the shrine was anybody.

The caress of the wind dissipated. Heat assailed him. His toes tensed and curled, disheveling the dirt beneath them. He breathed quickly. Kalik was awakening.

But then, Kalik was caught off guard, and Azurk, without any particular force of will, maintained control. For out of the silent air came a soft hoot. Azurk was nowadays apathetic in all regards, and his total condition of surrender meant that he no longer felt startled. Kalik was extinguished for the time being.

Azurk did not turn to seek the source of the birdish noise. Not yet. He watched the shrine, and in an unusual moment, he felt that he had had enough. He bent down to the stack of rocks and removed one of the stones in the middle. The shrine tumbled apart, and it resembled little more than rubble--which may have been all it was in the first place.

Azurk was still quiet, but he slowly turned to face the wall, seeing the owl perched upon it. He stared, unmoving, and stone-faced like the shrine. The wings reminded him of the night Kalik killed the Zith during his Rite of Manhood. He wanted to shiver. He could not.

[Lavia]

Lavia watched intently in silence, after her benign hoot. The Aklak did not raise his head, or even jump with interest -at least not right away. The Aklak rose to his feet, to then reach down for the center of the rock idle, and remove the center piece. The stack of rocks gently tumbled to the earth, with a light clacking noise as they fell upon each other. Lavia was confounded by the Aklaks intentions, and what exactly he was doing just before she landed over him. Her curiosity only made the eagerness fill up inside of her, giving her even more reason to observe. Days like this were somewhat entertaining for the young Kelvic. She gentle shifted her weight from one leg to the other, her sharp black talons continuing to find their most comfortable grip, inside the cracks of the stone. As she did so, her shook her head a bit, extending and then shrinking her long neck back in its place. Just as she finished doing so, the Akalak turned in silence and stared her direction, his face as still as the Bluevein river. Though, there was a difference between the two. The water, she could easily see right through, but this young Akalak before her was much more difficult to interpret. With other people she has come across, it has always been an easy task to read their intentions, through her inner animal instincts. The owl slowly extended her wings outwards, exposing their very wide span, a shadow casting over the Akalak for a brief moment before she began to flap them. It was obvious to anyone she was about to ascend, but where to no one would know, only assume or predict. Her talons released their grip and gave her a gentle push towards the sky, her wings thrashing against the breeze, sending her off of the top of the stone wall, and eventually out of sight. She took flight around the perimeter, below the top of the wall, away from an eyes view. Once she made her way just half around, she rose herself higher in to the air, her speed picking up as she flew back over the stone walled area, spotting many Akalaks, training, mingling and tending to their own business. She gave a few hoots as she flew, making a sharp turn to head in the direction where she knew she would find him once more. Only this time, she was approaching from behind. Once she found her target, she gently cast herself downwards, landing silently, if even noticeably behind the tall sapphire figure. Her neck extended, her eyes widening as she stared up at him. He had a very massive frame, which would be intimidating, if Lavia was the frightful type. She gently walked around his ankles, now standing just at his side, staring towards the rubble of rocks. Indeed, actions like this from an owl aren't used to intimidate or frighten someone, but to simply show there is interest and curiosity sparking within the mammal. She wasn't sure if she had been noticed by now or not, and without caring much she took very large steps towards the pile of stones, now in plain sight. Her talons dug in to the soil as she reached down with her beak, beginning to push aside a few pebbles, and peck at the others. She was merely consorting herself among the rubble, trying to answer her own question. What ever could be so special about a pile of gray stones?

[Azurk]

The owl itself was a most curious creature. Azurk could not recall that last time in particular that he had seen one or even heard of one, save for the uncommon mention in fables and tales. Unlike many birds, owls did not carry the stereotype of being quaint and light-hearted. Their large, peering eyes signified a depth in sight and analysis. Their silent, mysterious nature led one to believe that they were highly introspective and wise. The glory of their gracious wingspan and the elegance of their feathers made them appear more noble than most flying creatures.

Surely, this owl was especially intelligent. It examined him, as if conducting a field study. Azurk was still expressionless. The blue, red, and green tattoos that coursed over his cheeks and forehead shone in the sunlight, bringing some lively spirit to his face. And yet, any Akalak, or anyone with knowledge of the intricacies of Akalak society, would understand that the bright colors belied the dark condition of the Cerulean.

The owl was moving. Fidgeting initially, but after a few seconds, it rose upwards and was airborne. Azurk followed the flight path with his eyes, tracking the majestic bird into the sky until it vanished from view. He scanned the blue expanse, unable to spot the animal, and then felt oddly compelled to mutter.
"Watching me?"

His voice was like a whisper, and it was deep and dry. Kalik would often shout but Azurk had not heard his own voice in some time. If he had spoken in the last week or so, he couldn't remember doing it.

His eyes wandered about until they crossed the singing light of the sun, and Azurk flinched, covering his face with his forearm. His reaction was slow, having been so long untested. He had little reason to react so quickly while he was in control; he allowed Kalik to do the fighting.

Hardly a moment later, Azurk heard the subtle movements of stones behind him. He turned about, slowly again, and saw the owl once more. He did not know how to feel or react.
This isn't... a simple owl...

He did not stay still this time. Carefully, Azurk stepped forward, leaning down slightly, and he was soon just beyond an arm's reach of the bird. He did not reach out nor speak; Azurk merely crouched down to inspect.

If this was an omen, he would allow it to do the talking. Azurk did not pursue objectives any more. He moved as the world nudged him, and no more than it did so.

[Lavia]

Lavia continued to peck with her beak at the cold stones curiously, still attempting to see if they were as mysterious as she assumed them to be. Maybe it was simply a thing of the Akalaks, perhaps a tradition she had no knowledge of. Or as a child would, build blocks on top of others out of boredome, this Akalak possibly did also. Though, Lavia's curiosity slowly began to attentuate, no longer having the urge to prod these simple rocks. She had not given up on understanding their meaning to this man, but simply lacked the interest of inspecting them. Maybe an actual question or conversation would be more suitable, but then again Lavia was a bit diffident of changing back in to her human form so quickly. Either way she knew that if she was to leave now without knowing their meaning, the many questions she had would be itching in the back of her mind until they were answered. Her thirst for knowledge was boundless, always having the appetite to learn. Her talons pulled themselves out of the soil, as they lifted and then returned to the earth in silence, her head lifting away from the pile of rocks. She knew, as well as felt his presence finding its way closer to her, and without having to turn and look, she was aware she had taken the Akalaks attention. That feeling one gets when they are aware eyes are on them took over her, as she stared ahead to the stone wall, and without movement she let him take his time to watch as long as he wanted. Maybe his own curiosity within him was beginning to flicker. Hoot. Hoot. Hoot. Gentle and serene. Too delicate of a noise to be thought of as rough or unkind. There was an instant urge to shift in to her human form, but she was still quite unaware of this Akalaks intentions. She was sure he was unaware of her intentions as well. Though she came in peace and not meaning to do harm, she couldn't say the same for him. He was still unable to read, even being only a few inches away from him. His presence seemed kind enough to assume his intentions were the same, and not once has he tried to 'shoo' her along her way, but something inside of her just wasn't as ready as she normally would be. Her neck turned, a complete 360 degree angle, her body still remaining faced towards the stone wall, her head sitting atop of body. For other animals or beings, this just might be an uncomfortable situation to be in, but for an owl, it was quite natural. In her neck were twice as many bones than a regular human, giving her much more flexibility in her neck. On top of that, an owl can not move its eyeballs, which is a reason why the flexibility in their necks is so essential. Her gold eyes gave a plain stare, no movement, no blinking. There they both were, still and quiet, not a sound filling the air. Her chest expanded, then was brought back inwards with each breath she took. You're a quiet one, aren't you. But then again, who would conversate with an animal. -she thought to herself, as she turned her neck back to its correct position, and turned her body slowly to face him. She was so much smaller, compared to him, his body still towering over her own, even in the knelt stance he was in. He was massive, as all of the Akalaks were. With small and cautious steps, she began to step towards him, her body shifting from side to side as the weight was distributed from one limb to the other, until she was just near his bending knee. She watched him as he observed without words, just as she would do. Her ears slowly tucked themselves, falling atop of her head as she pushed herself off of the earth, her wings extending quickly, flapping only a few times to give herself enough altitude, until she was hovering above him, still inches away from the top of his head. Her head lowered just a bit, enough length to give her beak a lock of his hair. She clamped down tightly with her beak, and began to pull gently, but not in a harmful or painful manner. Her wings carried her from left to right as they continued to beat against the air, her grasp becoming tighter and tighter, and possibly irritating. She hoped as much. Did he hold as much humbleness as she hoped, or was he as assertive as other Akalaks she has come across? As she continued to pull, she eventually let go, finding herself landing atop a small tree stump, a few feet from the male, and much closer to what she assumed was his own resting place.

[Azurk]

The Akalak kept his vulnerable, unoffensive stance. He slid his hands onto his knees until he much resembled an adult observing a small child. Azurk, of course, had no experience with small youth, save for the odd sight of an Akalak boy in Riverfall. Those days were scarce more than a fleeting memory, like a waning ripple in a pond.

The beautiful bird wheeled its head about, turning rather ominously until it had rotated a wicked 360 degrees to face Azurk. Baffled, and with a touch of interest that had so long escaped him, Azurk perked up one of his eyebrows.
"I'd forgotten you creatures could..." The Tukant words barely left his mouth, and trailed off as he realized that his was speaking.

The owl hooted, and for a second Azurk thought it did so in reply, but he had spoken so softly that it could not have heard him.

There was a lull; a short intermission where neither of them felt compelled to act. Azurk found himself curiously relaxed and distracted by the thing. And then, without warning, the owl flapped itself into the air. The Akalak was taken aback, although his still did not react physically. It ascened to a height greater than that of his head, and he followed it with his gaze.

But then he flinched. The owl snapped up one of his strands of hair. He almost swatted the daring bird away until he thought to himself:
I don't want to scare it away.

He blinked repeatedly as the owl beat wind into his face, and he pulled back slightly, though not enough to be considered assertive.

The bird released his hair from its claws, and Azurk moved back, misstepped, and tumbled onto his backside. His slow temperament (he had not properly exercised in a long while; Kalik was the one that trained the body and lusted for fight) made him unable to utilize his reflexes properly, and rather than breaking his fall, he allowed himself to hit his head on the ground.
"Jakri!"

He massaged the back of his head with his right arm, glancing around to be sure that no one had noticed his clumsiness. He then looked at the owl, but was yet expressionless.

And then, a sudden stirring brewed within him. The jolt of the impact had awakened his brother soul, calling him to arms. Kalik was wrestling for control and expecting a fight. For a brief moment, Azurk resisted--he knew the owl may be in danger should Kalik surface. He struggled to contain the dark soul.

He failed. Azurk and Kalik did not get along. They mainly ignored one another, and they did not share consciousness. Kalik overpowered the feeble will of Azurk, and suddenly, the Akalak became emotive. He fixed his eyes on the owl and grinned.
"A most majestic creature," he whispered in Tukant. He climbed slowly to his feet, inching gradually to his small home, where just inside the door his Lakan rested on a table.

He thought it a mere owl, for Azurk had not emphasized his suspicions otherwise, and so Kalik spoke his plans openly in Tukant.
"Your feathers will make me a fine trophy. I shall wear them as a crown, or perhaps a cape." He was at the door, and he slipped his arm inside, gripping the Lakan but keeping it hidden, thinking that he still had the element of surprise on his side.

[Lavia]

As Lavia remained situated on the small tree stump, she watched with a bit of entertainment as the Akalak fell to the ground, head first. She listened, as the frustrated man parted his lips to break silence that had been carried on for too long. "Jakri!", he shouted as he began to rub the back of his head, his expression still emotionless but she could still sense and feel the frustration slowly leaking from him. Lavia instinctively turned her head, her neck bending a bit as she continued to watch, very fascinated. Her understanding of the Tukant langue was very good for someone who was not raised around the Akalak race, but there were still those few words and phrases she found difficult to make out or piece together in a sentence. -but the word Jakri, was one word she knew to be a swear word of some sort, used at times as this. Amusement filled her eyes as she began to shift her weight, twitch her neck and from moment to moment, give a gentle hoot of satisfaction. She believed by this time, he was to see this small owl as quite the bane. She waited patiently for his next move, her talons digging deep in to the trunk, becoming very anxious. She watched him as he watched her, and the look in his eyes seemed to shift much too quickly, as if something was taking over him from within. It wasn't a physical change, but more of something stirring inside that seemed.. uncontrollable. She remained still at her post, the grin creeping up and playing a mischievous expression on his face. Devilish and unkind, a grin that didn't sit too well with her. She began to grow a bit shaken, but even so she held her composure and remained still, her eyes still as wide as the sun, her ears beginning to perk up, becoming more alert. She was ready, for any and everything that could possibly happen. She was in no way ready to cower away and take flight, running away from a situation such as this. Besides, what would be gained from that? She listened as he spoke again, though some words she couldn't completely interpret. "A most .. creature.", he said as he rose to his feet, her neck turning to follow his movement, as he inched closer and closer to the front of his house, "Your feathers will make me a.. I shall wear them as a crown, or .. cape." What she could make out was a bit broken, but it was completely enough for her to understand. She knew that if she remained here, in his presence, it would be the end of everything she knew. She felt an unusual pressure in her chest, which wasn't a stranger at all. It was that undesirable feeling of fear. Her eyes shifted from his expression to his lingering arm that reached inside of his door, and remained there, his eyes never leaving hers. She had enough of her own game, and did not want to imagine the outcome as someones headpiece. Within seconds, a swirl of lights appeared, circling around the small owl, which seemed to have appeared just from the tips of her talons. They engulfed the owl completely, in shades of white and gold, a beautiful sight to any eye. Magical, which it truly was in a sense. She had never been able to see herself shift, but she has been able to witness the shifting of other Kelvics. Every sight, no matter what sort of animal, was always breathtaking. But Lavia has always been intrigued by things that appear simple and mediocre to others, able to find the beauty in everything tattered, torn and dull. The lights surrounding the owl didn't last for long. They circled around as lifted towards the sky, disappearing from sight and leaving behind its creation. The woman with feet tightly set together, just enough room on the stump to hold them. Her body knelt down, her knees to her chin and her legs sheltering any other sight of her torso. Her hair was long and thick, appearing much much longer than it already was, because of the position her body was in. It gently fell just on the outsides of her knees, covering her arms in waves of curls. Her physical appearance had taken a surprising change, but one thing that remained were her extraordinary golden eyes. It was her -the owl that soared and cried, the owl that was more curious than it should have been. She inhaled deeply, a bit of dizziness taking over from the shifting, but it quickly passed once exhaled, blinking a few times, her eyes piercing through the Akalaks. She hadn't much to say, since she knew a picture was for more than a thousand words, but she knew an explanation or a statement was needed. She parted her lips, her eyes holding much worry and concern. "Please." she spoke in Tukant, her voice very soft and delicate and at the same time, a sultry and pleasing tone to the ear. She then lowered her head, in an apologetic and pleading manner. Vulnerable and exposed.

[Azurk]

Kalik's fingers traced the blade of the Lakan inside, making their way to the twisted wood handle and finding a tight grip on it. The thrill of hunt that was reminiscent of his victory over the Zith during his Rite beckoned to him.

He was a hare's breadth from lashing out in an attempt to skewer the owl. However, The sudden eruption of spellbinding transformation stayed his hand. Even Kalik was caught in marvel, if only shortly. The graceful ballet of energy and light that followed seemed worthy of a fairy tale. The beams curved and whirled swiftly, and there was almost a soft tune that seemed to flow on the waves of the wind.

And then, from the angelic star that had formed so abruptly, there emerged a woman: delicate and wondrous, with brown hair that trickled down to her bent knees like a wild stream. Kalik did not appreciate the finer details, but his containment within the Takula Outpost ensured that he did not see many women, and the sight of a female was enough to make him release the Lakan.

From the doorway he withdrew an empty hand, and his smile lingered.
"Kelvic? And you speak Tukant?"

The woman was an opportunity. Propogating his line in any manner would surely promise him honorable recognition from his kin, and the short lifespan of the Kelvic female made things much simpler in the way of attachment and relationships. Kalik would become known as the new Azurk. I can surely be the great Cerulean.

"I was mistaken. I thought you were an owl." He laughed, projecting his booming voice. His eyes remained on the Kelvic, and he went so far as to progress incrementally closer to her.

"This place can be dangerous to outsiders." He nodded in her direction, his smile dissipating. "But I can see that you are curious. Might you come inside?" He tilted his head towards his door. "I could explain this settlement of... legendary Akalak champions to you." He paused just before the last few words.

[Lavia]

Lavia's head reamined lowered, in a very bashful moment. For a Kelvic, it was easy to feel shame on ones self, when pushing another person to the edge and causing even the slightest bit of anger. In a way, she saw it is as deceit and chicanery. Her forehead was pressed against the top of her knees, while are arms gently lifted to embrace around the front of her legs. In this fix she appeared very susceptible, as a child who was disappointed. "Kelvic? And you speak Tukant?" In a way, she took his comment quite offensive -but she has been offended for the most part of her life, and did not let it shatter her spirit. He probably might have had a different meaning to what he said, simply that he was surprised that she was able to speak any other language other than Common. Lavia, though, was aware of what most other races thought and knew of her own kind. It was difficult for a Kelvic to read and to write, and to even learn the simplest of things. They were simple creatures with simple needs. It was true, Lavia could not read or write, but she did not lack intelligence. It was fairly easy for her to pick up knowledge of another language, after being in a certain region, and under the arm of a certain man for so long. "I was mistaken. I thought you were an owl." His laugh brought contentment, assuring her that he was no longer angered by her trickery. Her head then began to slowly lift, her eyes opening and taking sight of the massive man, inching closer towards her. "This place can be dangerous to ... But I can see that you are curious. Might you come inside? I could explain this ... legendary Akalak champions to you." Go ahead. That still, small voice spoke within her, the pain in her chest no longer existing, the fear leaving her. She kept her eyes on his, as she slowly and carefully lowered one foot to the grass, using the strength in her leg to pull her body upright, both feet now meeting with the earth. She stood nude, her hair covering her bust but all other views of flesh uncovered. There was no sense of shame or embarrassment, since something as being nude in front of others was such an innocent action. The woman was very lengthy in stature, but as she found her way in front of him, he still towered over her tremendously. Her movements towards him were graceful and artistic, finding no need to rush or move quickly. She took her time with each small step, until she stopped just in front of him for a brief moment, her neck bending back to take sight of his eyes. Kind, but at the same time something well hidden. She looked away, and walked to his right, moving past him and through the doorway of his home. Her eyes quickly took in the sight of the sharp Lakan that rested on the large wooden table, causing her to stop in her foot work. He was truly going to slay and kill her -the owl, and make her in to some kind of rewarding prize. She tried her best to shake away the very thought, as she lifted her gaze from the blade and glanced around only briefly, before letting her eyes fall to the floor, continuing to make her way through his home. His home was not at all very vibrant, while her own small tent was draped in different shades of fine and common fabric. Their choice of living arrangements completely contrasted one another, but then again, maybe this wasn't a choice he chose. Her feet made acquaintance with the wooden floor panels, as she carried herself not too far from the opened door, closer to the large table. She stood there with her back turned, gradually beginning to turn her head to look over her shoulder, waiting for the Akalak to follow behind. "I did not mean to cause trouble." she spoke out, her eyes lowering but her head still turned in his direction, "I was.. fascinated by your stones." she paused, turning her head back to look ahead of her, watching as the sun gently beamed in through the holes built to bring in light. It cast a few shadows, and within its bright rays of light, she watched as the small trickles of dust carried through the cottage aimlessly, "I suppose I let myself get too carried away. I apologize." Her Tukant was hardly broken, just pieced together enough for one to understand.