Flashback [Nettle District] Confusion Abounds

[Sigrun Dominic]

65th of Summer, 508 AV. Nettle District "Snowe, stop that—" The young blonde's sentence came to a startling halt as she yelped, sleeved arms flailing backwards as Snowe, her Inganu Deepwoods, made off with her pillow. Falling backwards, the girl quickly wobbled out of bed, carelessly dropping onto the floor. The pair had been wrestling for about an hour now, with Snowe stubbornly trying to get his owner out of bed. Sigrun struggled with her blanket as it wrapped itself around her like a coccoon, grunting from the impact of her fall as she reached out for the hyperactive canine. "—Give it back, Snowe!" The young dog pounded his front legs on the wooden floorboards, crouching forward in a playful manner as he tauntingly wagged her pillow in the air, his tail going a mile a minute. Sigrun groaned, dropping her body to the ground entirely, defeated. "I don't understand why you're so energetic this morning," she mumbled thoughtfully, "this is no day for a good exercise." The dog whimpered at the sight of his idle master. Slowly, cautiously, Snowe treaded closer to the young girl, eyeing her carefully. Once he was close enough, Sigrun quickly turned about and grabbed him by the neck and scruff, locking him into a tight embrace. "Gotcha!" she yelled, laughing boisterously as the dog quickly released her pillow and began to squirm under her grasps. Quickly, the young blonde grabbed her pillow and threw it over her head. It landed onto the small mattress with a soft thud. "What? What?" she cooed at the canine as he turned his head around and began to aim his pink tongue at her cheek, "you really want to go out, hm?" "Mm, bring him outside already, sister," bemoaned Sigmund, who was still on the bed and curled up in a little ball, "so I can continue sleeping." "That's not fair," the young blonde called out as she continued to placate Snowe with a flurry of tickles, "if he woke me up, you should wake up too!" "Please don't, sister," Sigmund groaned, peeking out from the bed for a moment to show Sigrun just how tired he looked, "not today." Something was odd with the way the little boy was speaking, something that indicated that there was something wrong. Sigrun throught none of it, however, as there truly were days when her younger brother felt like doing nothing but sleep through the morning. Snowe barked twice, indicating that he indeed wanted to go out. Sigrun couldn't say no to the dog, nor to her sleeping brother. "Looks like Siggy number two isn't coming with us this fine morning, Snowe," she got off the floor, tossing her crumpled blanket onto the bed as she made her way towards the wardrobe. Snowe hopped onto bedsheets and watched as his master began to change out of her nightgown. "Are you going to let me eat?" she inquired with a wry smirk as she slipped on a simple chemise, overlapping it with a plain leather corset, "or are you in a hurry?" Snowe let out another bark. Sigrun smiled, smiling contentedly as she slipped on a ruffled, knee-length skirt and tucked the ends of her chemise into it, fastening her thick leather belt around her waist as she walked over to a nearby chair. The young blonde eyed the excited canine amusedly as he rolled around the foot of the bed, irking Sigmund, until the dog launched himself onto the floor once more, eagerly bounding about the bedroom. "Shh," she put a finger to her lips playfully, pointing over to the sleeping form over at the mattress. Snowe ignored her warning. She shook her head and grinned, looking down at her feet as she began to lace up her leather boots. Today was going to be exhausting, she could already feel it. "No breakfast for me then," she mussed the dog's head as she got up and made for the kitchen, eyeing the scarcely-filled cupboards. Her heart sank. "Almost time to go out hunting again, I suppose. Perhaps a good fish?" Snowe scratched the door, unable to take it anymore. "Stay in bed and don't open the door for strangers, Sig," Sigrun called out to her brother as she quickly walked over to the exit and threw the door wide open, expecting the Inganu to simply walk out and then wait for her to come along with him. Instead, Snowe took off down the Maiden District, his tongue flapping in the air as he did so. Sigrun yelled for him to stop as she quickly equipped her cutlass, shutting the door behind her as she ran after the mutt. "Snowe— Snowe!" "He's going to get himself killed, and me arrested!" she thought gravely, as she took off in a wobbly sprint, her grogginess keeping her from catching up with him. Her head began to pound from the sudden burst of quick movement, her legs begging for her to slow down as her lungs began to flare from the speed at which she was going. Sigrun exhausted all her energy by the time she'd reached the transition into the Nettle District, with Snowe nowhere to be found. Drained from all its color, her face frantically looked left and right, eyeing the thick crowd in the hopes of finding her companion, but it was hopeless; there were too many people. She heaved a heavy sigh as she maneuvered through the masses of Syliran citizens, panting slightly as she continued to scan the area for Snowe. She wanted to call out to him, to run through the immense amounts of people, but doing so may only cause more trouble for her. "Petching shykes," she thought angrily, almost ready to give up when she heard a ruckus not too far away. "What the—!!" a man screamed, jerking his body away so violently that the handful of people around him dispersed in one swift, unified movement. More people began to shout and mumble, yelling about two stray dogs. "HEY!" That was enough to convince the girl that whatever was happening down there, it wasn't pleasant. Sigrun quickly pushed herself through the crowd of people, making her way towards the spot where the commotion was happening. She needed to take her canine away to safety. "Two dogs?" she thought. One of them must've been Snowe.

OOCI figure I could meet you through your meeting with my dog Snowe, if you don't mind. If you do, let me know and I'll change it up!

[Solin]

Walking through the grove of oak trees, Solin adjusted his quiver as he came to edge of the farmland. The view was amazing since he could see for miles on the cool summer morning. He squinted his to see the faint outline of the city of Syliras. Everywhere the hunter looked around him, he could see tall fields of corn, wheat, and rye as far as he could see. The kelvic walked over to the edge of the field, and he could tell their was animal traffic in the area because of the hoof tracks in the soft soil and the broken and bent shafts of the corn stalks that litter edges of the field. Solin figured this would be a good spot for him to try his luck, so he walked back to tree line. Once he was at the treeline, he found a small oak tree with tree branches large enough to hold a grown man. Solin licked his finger and stuck it into the air. He felt the wind was coming from behind him, so he started to think he would be undetected as long as the wind doesn't change directions. He walked over the tree, and he saw the lowest branch was only five feet from the ground, so he reached up with both his hand and lift himself off the ground. Solin could feel the muscle ache in his shoulders, but eventually, he sat down on the branch. He sat there for a moment as he swung his leg over the branch, so he hand better balance sitting with each leg was over the side. When he looked up into the tree, he saw a branch directly above him. The kelvic scooted on the branch till he made it to the trunk of the tree. The young blond man took out his bow and hooked it on a small branch connected to the larger branch above him. Once it was secure, he pull out a hunting arrow and put it between his teeth.

Still in the sitting position, Solin reached up and grabbed the branch above him with both his hands. The blond man could feel the muscles in his shoulders start to burn as he pulled himself to his feet. Once he found his balance, he leaned back, so his feet were on the bottom branch and his back was resting on the branch above the branch with his feet. When he felt comfortable enough that he wasn't going to fall, he reached over grabbed his composite short bow from the branch. He took the arrow from his mouth, place it in the bow string, and rested it on the top of his hand holding the bow. His bright blue eyes watched the edge of the fields for any sign wildlife. Solin waited a thirty chimes till the first signs of life appeared. He saw two rabbit hopped out of the fields, and he just shook his head hoping for a deer. Eyes scanning the field for another thirty chimes, he couldn't believe the rabbits hadn't move on to a different location because he saw them gnawing on grass just below him. He was tempted to shoot both the rabbit and call it a day, but he waited for a full bell in hope of larger game.

Eventually, he saw a young buck stroll out of the forest to his left and walked straight for the corn stalks. The deer started to gorge it's body weight of leafs of the corn plant. Solin slowly lifted his bow, so the tip of the arrow was lined up the body of the deer. Solin drew back the bow string till it was almost completely back. While the deer was still gorging himself on leafs, the Kelvic let go of the bowstring, and he watched it sail straight towards the deer. The arrow sailed through the air, but it dropped to quickly and landed in the dirty next to the deer. Solin quickly retrieved another arrow and knocked it to the bow. He looked up and the deer was nowhere to be scene. The Kelvic's eyes noticed the bunnies separated from each other, so he knew he could shoot one without spooking the other. He lifted his bow, so his eyes were lined up with the tip of the arrow. He armed the arrow at the rabbit closest to the fields. Luckily, the bunny was directly in front of him, so he lined up the tip of the arrow with the largest part of get the back. When the shoot was lined up, he took a deep breath trying to clear his mind, pulled his string back, and letting the bow string go. The arrow wheezed through the air at the bunny, and when it struck the arrow went through the animal impaling it to the ground. The kelvic looked over at the second bunny and retrieved another arrow.

Aiming up the third arrow with the helpless bunny, Solin took another deep breath as he pulled back to his chin. The blond young man could tell it was a difficult shot shooting such a small target at this distance, but he figured if he can trade the butcher two hares. He would get twice the amount of ham bones from the butcher. When the shot was lined up, he let go of the bow string and watched the arrow fly over the bunny. It was a terrible shot, and the kelvic swore to himself, “Petch me...good shot, Solin.” The kelvic climbed down from the tree, and he secured his bow to his back. He picked up the arrow shot at the deer and inspected it. The arrow head and the shaft weren't bent or broken. The arrow shot at the first rabbit was embedded in the dirt, so he dug at the dirt with his until he exposed the tip of the arrow. The head was severely bent, so Solin wrapped his hands just below the feather and on top of the feather. He did a quick jerk snapping the shaft in two. He tossed the other half to the ground and carefully lifted a large rabbit carcass over the broken part of the arrow. Solin held the rabbit by the hind legs as he went search for his last arrow. He hand to walk a short distance from the place the rabbit was grazing, but he eventually found the arrow laying some tall grass. Once he had the arrow, he placed it into his quiver and head to the city.


Solin knew his first experience in the city of Syliras could have gone better, but the blond kelvic was to skittish for his own good at the time, and he found himself cowering a alley till the authorities came and made him clean up the mess caused by his shifting. However, he knew it was going to be a good day because the crowds weren't as large by the Main Gate. Solin looked around at the attire of the city dwellers, and he couldn't understand their interested in wearing such gaudy and colorful outfit that served no real purpose expect make a person look like a colorful bird. He figured the more color and the complexity of the design of the fabric was a display of their social standing in society. He noticed the commoners tended to wear much more simple and less colorful clothing than the nobles or merchants. Solin didn't stand out like the merchants, but he was getting stares by the humans as he walked by them in his buckskin leather armor, short bow and quiver on his back, and a slightly curved sword sheathe strapped to his side. Suddenly, he heard a woman say to another woman in a hushed voice, “He must be one of those wild folk who live in the Colbalt Mountains, and look at the small bones woven into his hair..Sister. He must be a savage.” Solin turned to look at the two women and smiled to them, “If you are interested in buying one from me, I am selling them for one silver miza.” The red hair woman gave him a wide eyed look and apologized to him, “No, I am sorry for staring at you. Come sister we should leave.” Solin watched the blond woman nod to the red head, and they hurried off into the crowded street.

Solin walked to behind the taverns, and he didn't want to cause a scene by walking into the taverns with a carcass of rabbit in hand, so he walked along back, and he saw a man in apron smoking out back. Solin walked to the man, and he said softly, “Are you one of the tavern's cooks?” The man looked at him a moment and spat on the ground and said quickly, “Yep.” Solin could tell the man was eying him up and down, and his eyes spent a particularly long time on his sword. He looked him in the eyes and waited for the kelvic to continue. Solin lifted the dead rabbit and stated, “I would like to trade you this freshly killed rabbit for four ham bones. What do you say?” The cook looked over the rabbit and nodded with a puff of smoke in the boys face and said plainly, “I will give you it for three ham bones since nobody wants split pea and ham soup. Do we have ourselves a deal, kid?”Solin thought about it a moment, and he was curious what split pea soup has to do with ham bones. Solin said with a smile, “Three is better than two. Yes, we have a deal, Sir.” The cook left and he came back with a three ham bones wrapped up in thick paper tied with string. When he had the package, he took it and went exploring in the city.

Solin hasn't seen much of the city other than the main gate, but he heard the Nettle district was good place to see the normal day to day life of the citizens. As he walked through the district, he could tell the district was mostly used by merchants and their shops. As he walked by the stores, he must have read fine or quality about fifty times before he made it half way into the district. As he stared at brand new quiver hanging in the window. He heard a commotion coming down the street, and he saw two dogs one was white and the other was a brown. They were big dogs, and he could tell they didn't care about how their playing disrupted the humans around them. Suddenly, the white one sniffed the air and turned his at Solin. Suddenly, the dog gave him a happy bark, and both of them started to run at him. Immediately, he put his package in the air and the dogs started circling around him. He knew if he was in wolf form. He would “persuade” them to leave his prizes alone, but at the moment, he was just a human, so he cracked a smile and said with a laugh to the canines as the white dog started sat down on the ground and started to beg, “Oh, no no. I earned these bones fair and square my friends. If you want some, you should catch yourself a rabbit and sell them to the tavern keeper.” Suddenly the black dog gave him a loud bark, and Solin decided to put his back to the wall. He didn't want to have to fight the dogs, but he will protect his bones.

[Sigrun Dominic]

"Snowe!" Sigrun finally caught a glimpse of the Inganu's silvery tail as she pushed aside a few more Sylirans. She got a few grunts here and there, but thankfully enough, no one had stop her to start a fight. There was another tail wagging, a much thinner and darker one; a breed that Sigrun was unfamiliar with. "Snowe, get back here!" She could hear him barking excitedly in unison with his newfound canine friend. The young blonde could no longer hear any people complaining about the ruckus, but then began to hear a hearty laugh and then a few chuckles. "Well, maybe he charmed them into liking him," she thought with a shake of her head, smiling nervously as she cleared every obstruction and found herself looking right at the canine, sitting down on the cobblstone with his snout pointing up at a ham bone being waved in the air. "Snowe..." she called out to him for the nth time. She felt like she had just gone for a swim through the Suvan sea. The dog finally turned his head around and regarded his master with a lap of his tongue before turning once more to the prized bone hanging overhead. "Oh, no no. I earned these bones fair and square my friends. If you want some, you should catch yourself a rabbit and sell them to the tavern keeper." The voice came from the beholder of the blessed bone, his long blonde hair adorned with bone carvings and feathers, a fashion statement that greatly contrasted his typical leather garbs. Sigrun watched as the pair of dogs cornered him to the side of the street, surprised at how calmly he was taking the situation despite potential danger. Cautiously, she approached the trio and eyed Snowe, who was mimmicking the ebony stray canine adjacent to him as he pawed at the floor in front of the tall, lithe stranger. Sigrun snapped her fingers and the Inganu turned to her once more, his attention no longer faltering this time around. "Snowe," she stated, unable to feel any semblance of anger for the dog, "do you have any idea how tiring it is to run through the Nettle District?" Snowe whimpered, twisting himself around as he raised his front legs and laid himself on the girl's waist as if to embrace her. Sigrun giggled and returned the sentiment, her arms curling around the canine's neck as she muzzled his forehead with her cheek. "I taught you to be obedient!" she teased him. The dog merely wagged his tail. Sigrun then turned towards the blonde stranger, his hair a similar shade to hers. Clearing her throat, she averted her gaze away from his golden locks and focused more on his face, although even his features were quite unique. He had an androgyny to him that confused her a little bit, almost making her doubt that she was correctly assuming that he was indeed male The young girl had the same predicament when she was much younger, however, but as she grew older she developed the curves and the feminine features that made her gender distinguishable. Nonetheless, it was quite tiring to have to correct people. "Er, hello," she said with a wry smile, raising one eyebrow at him, "I'm sorry about my dog, he's... He's rather hyperactive today. I'm not sure why." Snowe was enraptured by the young man's ham bone again, completely deafened by its scent. Sigrun chuckled at the sight. "He, he doesn't get to have bones very often," she shrugged, watching him fondly, "you'll have to excuse him—" "—Pardon me but, are you a traveler?" she furrowed her brows at his ensemble, hoping not to insult him, "S-Sorry, it's just that, you don't look like you're from around here." Giggling nervously, she brought out her hand for a shake. "I'm Sigrun. It's a pleasure."

[Solin]

Still holding his package over his head, Solin watched as a crowd of humans started to form around him as he tried to keep the bones out of reach of the dogs. The black dog made a valiant effort as he tried to jump to snag the package out off his hands, but Solin saw it coming and stepped out of the way of the dog. The white dog seemed to have a more even temper than the black dog because the white dog watched him patiently with a occasional lick of his chops. The kelvic started to wonder if he was owned by someone in the city, but the black dog decided to whine loudly, jump on his chest, and lick his face. Solin smirked at the stray, shook his head, and said with a laugh, “I am immune your crafty ways dog.” He looked at the stray, and he could tell the dog hasn't eaten in days since he could start to see his ribs. Solin looked at the white dog who seemed to be waiting patiently for him to drop the package.

Suddenly, Solin saw a young woman with pale skin and long blond hair come out of the crowd, and she immediately went for the white dog. As the blond woman gave the dog a loving embrace, she called the dog, Snowe. Solin smiled to himself for a moment as he watched the touching scene unfold between the two. The kelvic turned to the black dog who was trying to give him the sad puppy eyes, and he finally surrendered and said to the black dog with a grin, “Alright fine! You are way to clever for me. I swear I am a giant softy at times.” Solin eyed the young woman and her white dog, and he knew it was only fair to give the white dog a bone too. He unwrapped the package, and he pull out the bone with the most meat on it. The black dog barked with excitement and the start swishing his tail back in forth in anticipation for the treat. The Kelvic knew the excitement was also do to hunger, and he gave the dog a sympathetic smile and handed the stray the bone. The dog eagerly took it from his hand and ran into the closest alley with the large bone in his mouth. The blond haired kelvic turned to the young woman and the white dog, and he took hold of the next meat filled bone.

When Solin looked at the woman, he couldn't help himself from noticing her beauty seemed to be captured in her angler face, long blond hair, and piercing eyes. It was a simple beauty, but he seemed captivated to watch the woman for a few ticks. The kelvic listened to her start to apologize for her dogs behavior, and he could tell the woman was nervous by the way the young woman kept apologizing. The blond kelvic shook his head and gave her a reassuring smile that he wasn't offended by her dogs behavior and her question about him being a foreigner. He never had the need for human allegiance in the past, so the woman's question kind of confused him for a moment. Home was a difficult concept for him because he lived his life constantly traveling. The kelvic tried not to let it show to much because he didn't want to make her nervous anymore than she already seemed to be. Solin knelt besides them, took out another bone from the wrapping, offered it to the dog named Snowe, and said to her without looking at her, “He probably wanted to play with you that is probably the reason he had you chase him across the district.” When the dog took took the bone, he scratched the dog behind the ear, and he took her hand and shook it. He gave her a warm grin and said softly, “The pleasure is mine, Sigrun. I don't spend much time in the city, so it nice to meet another friendly face in the city. By the way, my name is Solin Valhir.” He wasn't sure how long to shake her hand, but he took it away before he and she started to feel uncomfortable.

When he took his hand back, Solin said to her with a smile, “In a manner of speaking, yes I am a traveler. I am actually a hunter, and I will be staying in the Syliras region till next spring.” At the moment, he looked away trying to figure out a way that he doesn't live in the city without sounding like a hermit. Solin ran hand hand through his hair and gave her a nervous smile, “My camp isn't to far from the city, so we...err I come to the city to sell my kills and buy supplies.” He never told anyone about himself before, so he didn't know how the city-dwellers would react to him living out in the forest. He hoped he didn't sound like he was a nomad, but in a way, he was starting to think he was actually a nomad. He looked into her eyes hoping the girl doesn't decide to walk away, but a part wouldn't blame her if she did.
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[Sigrun Dominic]

Sigrun watched with amusement as the foreigner tossed the black dog a bone, the canine quickly catching it by his mouth and immediately running off towards the nearest alley. Somehow the young girl assumed it was a female with puppies. She turned to the blonde man just as he knelt down before Snowe, holding out another unwrapped piece of bone. "He probably wanted to play with you that is probably the reason he had you chase him across the district," he petted Snow behind his ears as the canine chewed his prize. He rose to his feet and turned to Sigrun, shaking her hand. "The pleasure is mine, Sigrun. I don't spend much time in the city, so it nice to meet another friendly face in the city. By the way, my name is Solin Valhir." His hand lingered in hers, causing the young girl to blush and avert her gaze for a moment. Although he was rather eccentric-looking, he was also rather intriguing. His kindness towards the dogs were enough to earn her trust and interest. Exhaling sharply, she turned to Snowe and watched as he sat at her feet and gnawed on the bone happily, relaxing without a care in the world. "He does have his moments. It can get very tiring, but he's worth it." "I don't know where my brother and I would be without him, he's a gem." "In a manner of speaking, yes I am a traveler. I am actually a hunter, and I will be staying in the Syliras region till next spring," Solin explained, running a hand through his hair as he did so, "my camp isn't to far from the city, so we...err I come to the city to sell my kills and buy supplies." "Oh?" she looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "that's quite dangerous, isn't it? Although I suppose you're used to it." Snowe paused from his chewing to look up at Solin intently, his tail wagging. Sigrun glanced down at the canine and smirked. "Aw, look at 'im. I think he likes you."

[Solin]

"I don't know where my brother and I would be without him, he's a gem."

Still kneeling next to the Sigrun in the dog, Solin noticed the heavy sigh from Sigrun, but since he just met her, he didn't want to ask too much about her personal life. Solin watched the dog happily start to clean the last remaining meat from the ham bone. Suddenly, the kelvic started to get his own craving for bone in the package, and he kind of started to wish he was away from the city to enjoy his own treat. He shook his head and banished the thought in his mind because he was in the city and civilized people don't gnaw on bones for fun. He smiled to himself at Sigrun surprise to his answer than she mentioned living out in the wilderness could be dangerous. In all honesty, it was always dangerous because fearsome predators in the mountains and the weather could easily kill the anyone if they weren't prepared for the elements. Solin nodded in agreement to her statement, and he said her with smirk on his face, “Yes, you are right that the forest and mountains are a dangerous place, but the dark alleys and city streets can be just as dangerous as any large predators in the wild.”

Often the hunter would talk philosophy with him to pass the time at the campfire. It was good times with the hunter while it lasted. He looked up at a patrol of knights and said with a small laugh,“Well, maybe I should take back my point. I am sure not every city has both men and woman dressed in metal to protect them like Syliras.” Solin smirked at her and asked jokingly to Sigrun, “Can you imagine the smell from their armor after a long hot summer day of patrol? I imagine they would have to roll around in wildflowers to get rid of the smell.” Solin didn't know how the young woman would react to his opinion, but he never left the area of the main gate, so he was curious about the city and the people who dwell in it.

Solin smile widened when Sigrun mentioned Snowe liked him, and kelvic started to wonder if the dog only liked him because he was the young man with the bones. Honestly, if a man came up to him and offered Solin a bone. He would be the most ecstatic wolf in the region. Solin was about to reach over and pet the dogs head, but he realized the dog had a paw over his bone, and he would protect the bone if anyone tried to take it. Solin put his hand down and said to Sigrun with a wink, “You know the only reason. He likes me is because I am the boy with the bones.” Solin looked at the dog's eyes, the quick tail wagging, and said to Snowe with a warm smile on his face, “ However, I think I might have made a friend today. Are we friends Snow?” Solin didn't understand the language of domestic dogs as much as he understood wolf, but he figure the dog would answer in his own way. Looking into her eyes, Solin was curious about the blond young woman, so he decided to ask a simple question. The kelvic looked at Sigrun and asked, “What do you do to make a living in the city, Sigrun?” It was a simple and direct question, but he felt it was a good way break the ice between them.

[Sigrun Dominic]

"Yes, you are right that the forest and mountains are a dangerous place, but the dark alleys and city streets can be just as dangerous as any large predators in the wild."

Sigrun's eyes widened, her pursed lips revealing her amusement. It was easy to say such a thing for other cities, but for one enveloped by the strong foundations of a castle and filled with an almost insurmountable amount of highly-trained knights, it seemed more like a jest rather than a serious statement.

"Well, maybe I should take back my point. I am sure not every city has both men and woman dressed in metal to protect them like Syliras," Solin laughed, causing the girl to further assume that he was indeed joking, "Can you imagine the smell from their armor after a long hot summer day of patrol? I imagine they would have to roll around in wildflowers to get rid of the smell."

The young girl's eyes widened with disbelief, but only for a moment, as her deadpanned expression quickly exploded into that of genuine mirth. She shut her eyes and laughed, having never really thought about the knights and their uncomfortably thick clothing.

"I pity the times they all clock into the bathhouse, then," she responded with a mischievous smirk. He was quite funny.

"You know the only reason. He likes me is because I am the boy with the bones," Solin winked. Sigrun grinned and looked away from the boy, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"I wouldn't say that," she responded softly.

"However, I think I might have made a friend today. Are we friends Snow?"

"Well of course you are!" Sigrun cooed with a high-pitched tone, kneeling down to place her arms around the canine as he stared up at Solin and barked happily. She ruffled his thick fur with a childish grin, laughing as Snowe quickly turned around and gave her a sloppy lick on the chin.

"That's a yes, I think," she giggled, rising up from the ground and locking eyes with Solin.

"What do you do to make a living in the city, Sigrun?"

"I-er, I fish," she shifted her eyes to the side, "I try to hunt too, but I'm not very good at it. At both."

[Solin]

Solin was kind of confused when she showed a hint of confusion when he told her that the city can by just as dangerous as the wilderness. He didn't understand why she felt safe here because even if she was surrounded by knights. They still couldn't protect her when they weren't around. It didn't matter anyways because if she felt safe in the city than it best not to challenge her belief and trust in the city. The kelvic watched in amusement when the pretty blond woman started to laugh at his joke. Solin thought to himself with a smile forming on his face, “Good, the human has a sense of humor.” He reached out again to scratch under the dogs chin as he listened to the woman talk about the knights and bathhouse and added to her comment, “Yes, I am pretty sure all the windows are open before they come...” Solin looked up at a passing knight and gave him a respectful nod as he continued down the street. Solin amused grin turned warm smile as he watch the human girl affectionately embrace her dog. The domestic dog gave her a wet kiss on the face, and the kelvic bright blue eyes met the blond girl's eyes with equal wonder.

Solin adverted his eyes when she broke the silence, and she told him about her occupations in the city. The kelvic heart skipped a beat when she shared his first and second loves in his life, hunting and fishing, and he said with a hint of excitement in his voice, “Really? I hunt and fish too, I don't fish like the huma..I mean city-dwellers with the pole, long string, and the metal curvy thing on the end of the string.” If he was in wolf form, he would be wagging his tail at the moment as he continued rambling to the human girl, “Yes, I fish with a bow. My father taught me how to do it. You just have to make sure not to shoot yourself in foot!” Solin finally took a deep breath and turned red in embarrassment with his behavior and said softly, “Sorry, I never met a city-dwellers who hunted before, so I am kind of excited at the moment.” Solin realized that she said she wasn't good at either of her occupations, and he shrugged and said softly, “When you start out, Sigrun, you are almost never as good as you think, but if you give it some time and dedication than I am sure you will be a fine hunter and fisherman.”

Solin ran a hand through his hair and pulled out one of his polished bones woven in his hair, “Before my father died. He taught me how to carve shapes out of wood and bone, but as you can clearly see here, I not really good at it right now, but I figure over time and with practice. I might be able to make a vague shape of a bird.” He let the bone fall, and he said to her with a weary grin, “Right now it is just a misshapen circle with lumps on the side of it for wings.” Solin smile started to widen as he got a idea, and he said with a laugh, “Don't be scared, Sigrun, but I have a idea! Why don't you and me go hunting or fishing, if you are up for it?” He started pointing in some random direction and continued rambling, “I have a extra bow in my camp, so you can barrow it if you want too?” Solin didn't realized that he might be being a tad to eager to do something her, but he hadn't talked or spent time with anyone for weeks, so he didn't realize that he was doing anything wrong at the moment.