Completed [Fountain of Cascading Harmony] Staring at stone

[Weylin Quickshot]

It was when she felt the lean against her back that made Weylin jump at first, followed by the low quiet voice of the Kelvic. She tensed for a moment, not turning round, her heart suddenly racing, thoughts and feelings running through her. Even she herself knew she had turned a fine shade of red, and no doubt this wolf, no person had done the same. She tried to summon out some thoughts about Kelvics, knowing that they could shift between one form and another in an instant, with a more animal nature leading them on most of the time. She made herself breath clearly, to regulate herself and sort out her swarming mind. He asked for help now, and so she felt herself being obliged to.

Weylin removed his grip from his shoulder with gentle hands and turned on her heel to face him. Her eyes for a moment drifted downwards, before snapping up, her skin turning scarlet. She cleared her throat and threw the cloak around his shoulders and neatly doing it up.

"Suppose I was right about being a Big Guy," she could hardly keep a straight face as she slipped the broach pin through the fabric, doing it up neatly. She almost forgot to breath with all the thoughts going round in her head. She wanted to ask so many questions, to receive answers now that their language barrier had vanished, but now was not the time. She tugged the cloak around him so it gave him some more modesty, and hopefully make him relax a little. She ensured his balance by holding lightly onto his forearm before she stooped to inspect his leg. With her free hand her fingers caressed the bruising in an attempt to feel and understand. Judging from how he walked on it, and the way the dark purple spread out across his skin, it most likely was indeed only bruising, sore and tender to the touch. Nothing was broken, but it would indeed ache for the next few days. She withdrew her hands, and stood up to her full height, a calm neutral expression on her face before she gave a small awkward smile.

"You'll live," she managed to say. Her mind had gone blank on what else to say, words had escaped her and all she could possibly do was done at this moment in time. But she knew one thing, she did not want this rather brave an noble creature to simply run off on her, more so without his name.
"So, Big Guy, you have a name?" She extended her hand as if to shake his "Mine's Weylin if you want it. And you still up for the offer in feeding?"

[Daishira]

The woman couldn't help but blush, which in a way made Daishira feel that little bit more confident. But, she was concealing a laugh within that sly smile of hers. It was expected, not everyday a naked man appears before you. But hey, that's life. She conserved some of his modesty at least by covering his private area with a cloak and he briefly thanked her. He noticed though, that in some ways, she was actually not so sturdy herself. She was struggling to compose herself as badly as Daishira was. He would make no comment on it, but inwardly, he found it cute. Especially from a woman who had approached a random, wild wolf who resembled a hunter, and was initially considered dangerous... Yes. Quite cute. Especially down on your knees in that incredibly suggestive position. Daishira stifled a chuckle. Oh, such a dirty mind! Not appropriate!

The thought vanished as his pain receptors banged on the door of his brain. Bit like Jehovah's Witnesses at that incredibly inconvenient time. Groaning in pain, Daishira resisted the instinct to transform again. Why? Why? Why must you touch the injury? It blatantly hurts!

She spoke after she had finished her inspection. "So, Big Guy, you have a name?" She extended her hand as if to shake his. "Mine's Weylin if you want it. And you still up for the offer in feeding?"

Daishira replied, sarcastically, "No, I didn't want your name. In fact, take it back! I want to unhear it!"

Then continued, truthfully this time, "I'm Daishira. Thank you, Weylin. And yes, but um... I would rather get fully dressed. If-if you don't mind."

[Weylin Quickshot]

Weylin felt him tense when she touched the bruising, the subtle signs of being in discomfort but trying not to react. She tried her best to keep her touch light, but even then she was not perfect. She knew he was watching her, a blush still hanging on his face, even when she stood and met his eye.
"No, I didn't want your name. In fact, take it back! I want to unhear it!" he paused for a moment "I'm Daishira. Thank you, Weylin. And yes, but um... I would rather get fully dressed. If-if you don't mind."
Daishira the wolf Kelvic. I will be sure to remember you.
Weylin raised an eyebrow, noting the sarcastic tone in his voice. She looked perhaps for a moment slightly annoyed, but this illusion was quickly destroyed when her lip curled into a smile. She still had a pink tint on her face, but it was quickly fading back into a more normal colouring. Weylin turned away. The situation was more than quiet unusual to her, it seemed as if she were asleep within a dream, even if common sense did dictate otherwise. It was all real, and in a few moments time she would look back and know it was not fake.

"No you cannot," she responded back with an equally heavy sarcastic tone, but quickly it vanished "Of course I do not mind. Shall we?"
Daishira seemed fine now, the small sense of humour assured her that, along with the expression he made when she gave him a quick check, the subtle look of amusement. She gave a gesture to one of the roads they could of take, with the one priority of making sure he got to his destination without too much trouble. Even if there he simply turned down any further offers of her help, at least there was the self satisfaction of doing the right thing. She glanced back at the Kelvic, her green eyes meeting his before withdrawing.
"Sorry if it hurt," she paused for a moment "I am still not that good with being gentle."

[Daishira]

When Weylin mimicked his tone of sarcasm, Daishira couldn't help but smile. It was always lovely when someone you just met shows signs of the same sense of humour or same manner of talking. It meant they had the potential to get on really well. Her next question somewhat surprised him.

"Of course I do not mind. Shall we?"

Daishira even checked his own body to see if he was still half naked, with only a cloak covering himself. Does she mean... come with me to go get clothes? Rather forward, I must say. Well, think. Same thing.

Before he could respond, Weylin followed with an apology whilst meeting his eyes. Her green eyes certainly stood out against the comparatively pale colour of her face.

"Oh no, it's fine, Weylin. You can practise, if you like." That comment was one of those comments where you say it, then think about it, then regret it.

With widening eyes, Daishira stuttered, "Oh, uh, I didn't mean it like that, I-I, uh... Never mind, let's go get dressed."

Daishira stumbled over his own tongue trying to come with an excuse for what he just said. He meant it innocently, but that moment for explanation had now passed. Good job, good job, good fricking job. First impression? Oh, he's this perverted wolf who wanted me to feel him up. Great...

[Weylin Quickshot]

Weylin gave a sly smile, watching the Kelvic stumble over his words in an attempt to correct himself. She had seen it many times before with her elder brothers when they were trying to explain themselves. In a sense she found it quiet sweet, but for the most part she was trying to push down her growing amusement. He meant well, and that was a lot more than most people of Zeltiva were. She flashed a smile.
"I know what you meant," she still smiled "So relax."

It was simple words of reassurance, an easy gesture for this more light hearted scenario. Even with Daishira feeling he had failed at a first impression. In all honesty, Weylin was never good at first impressions, she would often stare at people, sharp eyes looking that apparently for weakness. In reality she was simply looking, taking in the features so she could remember them more clearly the next time they met. Looks after all did not make the person, it was more the personality. Which perhaps made also an issue for Weylin, her rather forward nature did occasionally put people off. She gave a shrug and followed him on, hoping that she was not making the Kelvic too uncomfortable with her presence.

[Daishira]

With Weylin's reassuring words, Daishira felt more at ease. The assumptions of his embarrassing first impressions were displaced by gentler feelings of comfort. He led the way to his temporary home, the stables, where Holly was kept and all his possessions were crammed into such a small space. He did not take Weylin all the way though, as she was still an acquaintance, so he made her wait just a short while away for a short while.

He entered and immediately Holly was showing concern towards Daishira's injury. He quickly stroked her long nose and calmed her braying. The smooth surface was a nice and familiar touch to Daishira's weary hand.

He spoke to her quietly, so Weylin didn't overhear, "Hush, Holly. I'm alright. I'll be back soon."

Holly gradually quietened at Daishira's soothing touch, her unsettled neighing dying away. After that, he dressed himself at the fastest speed possible considering his hindering injury. His shirt brightened the surroundings with its erratic patterns of different shades of blue. Light tiger stripes slashed across the plane of dark blue with intermediate shades in between randomly decorating the rest. Such a design was common in Endrykas, where the Drykases loved their colourful clothing. This shirt became sentimental to Daishira for this reason, for it reminded him of Kai, his former master. He slipped it on, along with his black, leather jacket and matching trousers, followed by his riding boots.

Feeling somewhat refreshed, Daishira re-emerged from around the corner of the stable and faced Weylin.

"How about some food then?" he smirked.

[Weylin Quickshot]

Weylin waited, rather patiently actually, it was often traditional for the Drkyas to become irritable whilst waiting. But as she waited it allowed her the chance to watch and observe. For the most part her eyes hunted the crowd, her fingers twirling a knife. She watched a couple go past, a group of guards perform a simple patrol, the quiet hum of voices. She exhaled, the cold air being warmed by their breath, she seemed for a moment almost intimidating as if she was waiting for the opportune moment to perform the final blow of a hunt. Yet that was far from Weylin's intentions.

When Daishira did return though the Drykas composed herself, slipping the knife away, and smiling. She noted the style of his clothing, or more over recognised it from home, her eyes tracing it for a sign of what clan it may of originated from. Yet she did not question the Kelvic, it was after all none of her business. She took back her cloak, returning it to her shoulders before he spoke.

"How about some food then?" he smirked.
Weylin thought carefully for the next few moments, her mind trying to decide where the best place to go. She would of first suggested a one of the bars or taverns, but judging by Daishira's grand entrance it may of been wise to not throw him straight back into the public eye.
Weylin gave a nod "Sounds like a plan. I guess the fresher it is the better for you? I can go hunt some game if you want."
She patted her quiver when she said this "Unless you can think of a different idea."

[Daishira]

"Oh?"

Daishira was surprised at Weylin's offer to hunt for the injured Kelvic. It was almost as if she was a guardian angel, quick to protect and provide for her subject.

Too perfect... he thought as his paranoia set in. There's a motto: Never question good fortune. Yeah, right... Good fortune, especially from unexpected scenarios nearly always lead to betrayal or at the very least, some kind of lure. A delicious bait used to reel in the fish that is Daishira. For a prolonged moment, he silently questioned the woman's good intention. She could be one of those... She could be hunting him. Yes, if she could hunt game, she could hunt Daishira! Especially if he was wounded like this! And he let her too close too soon! She was using this to her advantage!

She was too kind, too gentle to me. She did have that fierce look about her right from the very start... Maybe she is with them! Oh my... Oh, you goddamn wolf, you!

Still, he kept his head screwed tight and kept his kind expression. With that signature tilt of his head, Daishira replied, "Sure, go ahead. I'll be back at the fountain, waiting for you. How long will you be?"

Now that there was this rather unsettling possibility that couldn't be ignored, Daishira would follow her movements. Not literally of course, he could not hope to track her during hunting, wherever she goes to hunt. But back at the fountain. This was where they arranged their meeting, so this is the perfect place for an ambush to capture Daishira. He would see if this Weylin brought an ambush indeed. He would wait and hide in the shadows. Earlier, he had observed that scene pretty well, he could be in a few blind spots with low risk of being detected. So he finalised his thoughts.

[Weylin Quickshot]

The was a brief moment of unease in Daishira, a flicker of doubt, a questioning look growing in his eyes. Weylin did not question his unease, or more over she already understood it. It was too forward of her to assist in such a way, but she could not bring herself to just leave him. Even if there was an element of mistrust on his part, Weylin had no bad intentions. She just wanted to be honest with him, and also with herself.
"However long it takes," she paused thinking carefully "Most likely a couple of Bells, maybe more. If I am not back when the sun starts to dip, presume something got me or I failed a hunting."
A smile flickered on her lips, the element of sarcasm ringing out in her voice. Weylin gave a nod to Daishira before turning on her heel, and walking away. She knew little of Zeltiva's more natural wild life, but there was bound to be something. So as she walked she thought back quickly to the immediate land outside of Zeltiva, before making her mind up.

When hunting Weylin spent most of her time crouched behind the foliage, arrow notched, and ready to fire at the first thing that moved. She had to keep an eye on the time, she had to be quick, so as best as she could she eased herself through the undergrowth, keeping her body low and down wind reducing the chance to scare off any potential prey. Her eyes scanned the opening before her, and slowly she raised her bow to take her claim. The whistle of an arrow, the low thud as it struck through the flesh of the rabbit. Although fast, rabbit was perhaps the easiest of game, as long as they did not catch sound of you or your scent. She paused for a moment, before creeping out the undergrowth, carefully taking the game. The Drykas glanced to the sky for a moment, wondering briefly on what may of bothered Daishira, before reminding herself that his business was his, and hers was hers. She reclaimed her arrow and continued on her way, hoping that this would indeed be enough for the wolf.

It may of been more than a couple of bells, but Weylin could not help that. Hunting always took up time. There was no two ways about it. If hunting was a fast process there would be a lot more people doing it, and there would be a lot less game in the world. As Weylin returned to the fountain, her eyes traced the scene for Daishira, but she did not spot him. So she leaned against the fountain edge and waited, a skill that Weylin would quickly come accustomed to.

[Daishira]

To combat his doubts, Weylin seemed honest enough. She answered with truth in her voice, and no lie polluting the clarity of her intentions. Still, Daishira remained on edge, uneasy. Weylin explained herself and gave a nod to Daishira before turning on her heel, and walking away.

Right, he thought to himself, What shall I do? Should I leave? Should I honour our arrangment? A more malicious thought crept from that side of Daishira's mind. Should I kill her?

He thought a good five minutes. She had helped him and because of this, he should at least keep his side of the arrangement and be there at the fountain. If she anticipated this though, she could have easily brought a little squad of assassins to ambush him. Because of this, he briefly thought about just abandoning her. Politeness and social etiquette with this one Drykas was not worth his life. However, she did seem honest enough.

Against his usual natural instinctive decision, Daishira finally concluded and dedicated himself to meet Weylin at the fountain, as he said.

More than two bells had passed indeed, it was approaching three, and Daishira was late. There was no time now to hide in one of his hiding spots, which was the much more preferable option, so Daishira calmly walked in the scene, taking in its familiar atmosphere. The building where he had fell was still there. So was the door. And the hole in the roof. Weylin was seen leaning against the fountain edge, waiting for Daishira as promised, and what's more, there was so sign of assassins.

Still, Daishira's guard remained posted. They could be hidden, as he thought of doing. So the need to remain vigilant still remained, alarmingly obvious in Daishira's mind anyway. Soon though, he would be satisfied with Weylin's presence and learn to trust her. She was already growing on Daishira's fond side.

"Hey, Weylin! How was your hunting? Sorry I'm a little late."