Lost in the streets (Rhuryc)

by **Airil** on October 2nd, 2010, 6:16 am

As Airil continued to think, she realized that this stranger, whose name she didn't even know, reminded her strongly of the man who had first bought and then freed her. Though Rhuryc was a little gruffer, he was still helping her.

It had taken her time to start trusting, to absorb the fact that her freedom hadn't been some trick. Now it seemed that she was trusting too easily but at the same time she didn't know who she should be trusting.

She needed someone to show her. She just didn't operate well when left on her own.

What was the point of being free when you didn't know what to do with it?

“No,” she hesitated then added, “not recently.” Then she started to wonder if he'd only meant right outside the walls but it didn't matter. She'd already answered.

She was surprised when Rhuryc pointed out their destination. Despite the twisted route, it hadn't taken long at all. She'd been wandering around lost longer than that. It also came as a bit of a shock to her when she realized that she was feeling a little disappointed.

"Uhm.. thank you." She started to fret. She didn't know what to call him. Had he told her his name? Had she forgotten so quickly?

by **Rhuryc** on October 2nd, 2010, 12:51 pm

"Rhuryc." He said with a genial tone and a slight bow. Neither had introduced themselves, he mused, albeit with their sudden meeting it was no surprise. Whoever this girl was she did not belong in Syliras. Naive, young, and innocent, she struck Rhuryc as the sort of maiden in stories. At least that was the show. He did not dare to guess at her inner self, mayhaps evil or dark, but back in reality he assumed she was just lost and alone. Was it really his job to see to the needs of every forlorn traveler to grace the city walls? He almost sighed, but instead he put on a friendly air, his countenance set to portray a helpful, willing individual. "Rhuryc Naravane. Blacksmith by trade, and local to the fair city here." He finished.

"Are you going to be alright?" His rough baritone somehow expressed concern. "I could show you a few more places if you want, maybe where to get some food?"

by **Airil** on October 2nd, 2010, 1:35 pm

“I'm Airil,” she paused with a look of concern before continuing, “just Airil. Thank you, I'll be all right.” She really didn't know what else to say. “Matil... er Ms. Owens gives me directions. I just didn't follow them very well.” Was she being ungrateful? He was offering her more help but she really didn't want to be more of a bother.

“Uhr... Thank you... again.” She sounded stupid, a fact that made her start blushing. She wasn't sure what to do now. Should she just walk away? Maybe she should give him some money for his help? That's what her master had always done in Ravok. Since she had intended to go shopping she had a considerable amount on her. It sounded like a good course of action.

“Uhm, let me...” she sounded unsure as she started to dig something out from beneath her cloak, finally producing a heavy looking bag of coins after a great amount of fumbling.

by **Rhuryc** on October 7th, 2010, 5:28 am

Rhuryc quirked a brow to the side. This girl really had no idea what was going on. She was shy, fragile, and most of all she looked as if she would feint if he so much as even pretended to threaten. He almost laughed. Instead he politely declined the offering, waving the coins away with a single hand. For a moment he did consider taking the payment, and why not? She might have been lost for hours before she found this part of town, yet it did feel right to take money from the girl. After all, she looked like she might have been needing it. With a bow, Rhuryc offered Airil a gentle grin.

"That's not necessary. In any case, I'll let you to your own dealings. The city should have plenty to keep you occupied." He paused for a moment, considering something. "If you need anything else you can usually find me at the Ironworks during the day. I work there as a smith." Politely, Rhuryc turned and started off.

by **Airil** on October 8th, 2010, 4:43 am

She blinked and watched him walk off without any kind of payment for his help. Obviously monetary gain wasn't as major a motivator here as in Ravok. She wished she could think of some other way of repaying him for his kindness but nothing came to mind.

The Ironworks, she'd likely never find it, let alone drive up the courage to venture into such a busy sounding place but she'd try to remember it anyways.

“Thank you,” she called out one last time before turning to head into the Row.

End?