Closed Lost and Forgotten [Naevia]

[Marcus Gray-Dawn]

Marcus waited calmy as you the young girl sipped upon the leather flask of water, though his eyes were focused upon the girl he intently listened at the shifting of the grass around. The young woman thanked Marcus the other girl before turing to him and speaking, what Marcus believed to be, loose Pavi. "You have yet to name yourself." Marus was slightly surprised by this new development, however; it was not uncommon for young Drykas to be injured while out hunting or gathering. She handed Marcus back his waterskin with delicate hands, then began to eat some rough rations packed within her bag. So she had been travelling, but without any equipment or more food she hadnt intended to go far. While Marcus was lost within his train of thought the other woman had also kneeled down beside him and took the girls hand. Upon it sat a very well crafted ring with sublime craftsman ship, Marcus knew at once that it was of Drykas make for his people favored the knotwork of such jewlery. Then the other woman adressed him in a mixed tone. You are a Drykas, are you knot? How would a girl come by a ring like that? Family? A lover? Marcus looke at the injured girl and took her hand from the palm of the other girl, then locked his deep blue upon her shimmering green ones. Marcus placed his other palm against his chest then point two fingers to the girl then the top of his bead while speaking Pavi. "Et Marcus, un dasa mi en dara?" he spoke which roughly translated to, Im Marcus, how did you injure yourself. The other woman the spoke offering to catch some food for the woman. Marcus didnt believe she was capable until she mentioned that she was infact a she-beast. To Marcus's experience Kelvic mostly came in two types, harmless thieves or ruthless killers. Each are undesired but he hope she was the later. She then expressed the need to find shelter for which Marcus agreed. "Yes, or atleast build a fire to keep the beasts at bay."

[Faylinn Lost]

Faylinn sat still, silently chewing on her dried food as she listened to them speaking. A Drykas? Yes, the horse clans, filled with humans bonded to their beasts of burden- the striders. How frustrating, the small bits her mind allowed her to recall, when the far more important things remained illusive. She stared in surprise at the male as he crouched before her, taking her hand from Naevia, and looking into her eyes. He began to speak, the tongue all at once familiar yet not. She understood what he was saying, though it was a slow understanding, not quite as easy as her born language of Common. Where had she learned this? She believed it was Pavi, the language of the Drykas. "It's nice to meet you Marcus.. I wish it were under better circumstances. And all I know is that I hit my head on those rocks, but not how nor why." Faylinn responded in Common, though her hands twitched in his own, itching to do her choppy version of Grassland sign. "Shelter and fresh food sounds great right now, and that fire." The young female nodded, her green eyes standing out brilliantly against her pale skin, and the sharp contrast of rusty blood across her forehead. Despite the fact that the air was fairly warm for winter, she shivered gently, probably from the loss of blood and delayed shock.

[Naevia Crassus]

Naevia Crassus The language the man had spoken in was foreign to her, but she recognized it as Pavi. The only word that she was able to pick up was 'Marcus', which she was pretty sure was his name. Her eyes traveled down to Faylinn's hand which Marcus had now taken. Naevia narrowed her eyes a bit, feeling a pang of jealousy. It was an overwhelming feeling that Naevia hadn't felt in quite a long time. The last time she had was when Tiberius became of age and a local girl would flirt with him in the marketplace. Naevia spent most of her time with Tiberius as a fox and every time she saw that girl, she wanted to run at her and nip at her heels. Each time they left the market, she was automatically regretful that she didn't take a chunk out of the girl. Naevia's focus returned to Faylinn, who seemed to understand what Marcus had said. Of course Naevia had no idea but her thought on the name 'Marcus' had been confirmed by Faylinn. Her brilliant hazel eyes fixed onto her at that moment. "You speak Pavi? Or at least understand it?" She brought her freed palm to her chin, a quizzical look filling her somewhat freckled face. "Curious. Very curious." Naevia had been annoyed when Marcus had taken Faylinn's hand from her but now her slight anger seemed to subside. She had convinced herself that it didn't mean anything and to not make a big deal about it. Faylinn wasn't even bonded to her, at least not yet. Naevia removed herself from the ground and dusted herself off. Faylinn, as well as Marcus, had thought shelter and food were a good idea. Marcus had mentioned making a fire, so Naevia took it upon herself to find everything they need. "I shall return. I'll go gather what we need." Her, now fierce, hazel eyes locked onto Marcus. "Look after her. Make sure no one comes close to her, or I'll have their head on a platter." With that, she turned on her feel and began to run into the grass. Before she was out of a sight, she turned into a beautiful red fox, super fluffy tail and all. Naevia knew she wasn't going to be able to carry anything with her while she was a fox but it was easier for her to move around. Her hearing was always enhanced, as well as her eyesight, so hearing a mouse moving five kilometers away was a breeze. However, she wanted to find wood for the fire first. She ran and hopped through the grass, sniffing out anything that smelled even remotely like wood. It took a few moments before she found enough wood, that wasn't drenched in water. She took her human form, grabbed as much as she could carry and went back to Marcus and Faylinn. Naevia merely set the wood down close to Marcus. "Try to use this, it was all I could find that wasn't wet. It should light pretty quickly," she said before leaving to find food. She knew exactly what she wanted to eat but Faylinn and Marcus probably wouldn't want to eat deer mice. Instead, she went in search of rabbits. Deer were too large to take down, at least while she was in her fox mode.

[Marcus Gray-Dawn]

Marcus watched as Naevia ran off into the distance before shifting into her animal form and disappearing into the brush. He offered no resistance and allowed her to go for he didn't particularly wish to go gather wood in the first place, plus he was able to catch a glimpse of her beastly side. Marcus was relieved that she was a fox Kelvic for he knew that while not the most harmless, she was certainly not the most dangerous. It also meant she more than likely had an addiction with shiny things and could quite possibly rob them blind. Now that she was gone Marcus was alone with Faylinn who seemed to grow more interesting every time she spoke. Several things about her stood out to Marcus as he began thinking of this young woman. The first thing that Marcus was able to deduce was the fact the she seemed to know Pavi, or atleast basic form of it. That meant that she had to have spent time among the Drykas for traveling Drykas tend to speak common tounge to foreigners. The next thing that he noticed was her ring. Drykas jewelry is all unique, every piece is differently perfect in its own way, and Drykas tend to cherish their crafts. Her having one meant that she either made it herself or was very important to the one who did. "Your name is Faylinn yes?" Marcus said still crouched in front of the young girl "I cannot imagine your pain. Our memories are what define our lives. To lose such a precious thing must be unbearable." Marcus then stood and helped the young woman to her feet. As soon as they were both standing a rattle came from the shurbery and Naevia appeared in her human form carrying a few pieces of wood. She quickly walked over to Marcus and Faylinn and sat the wood down before quickly turning and running back out of sight in search of food. Marcus kneeled upon the ground and gathered the sticks into a pile, arranging them so there was a small space underneath. He then ran he hand upon the ground and picked up a rock about the size of his fist, and then flipped the bottom side up revealing a thick mossy underside. Taking the knife from his satchel he scraped off the moss and put it underneath the pile of wood, then with the flint and steel he began creating sparks which finally lit the moss. He bent down and cupped his hands around his mouth and lightly blew until the flame grew and the fire began to blaze. "Well," he said still looking at the fire "I believe this will keep the beasties away for now." He then took a small burning stick from the fire, and withdrew his pipe and put it firmly within his mouth and lit it with the stick. He inhaled a deep breath then blew smoke into the wind.

[Faylinn Lost]

"I do understand it, and I think I could speak it if necessary.." Faylinn shrugged, unsure of anything at the moment. She had sensed the brief flash of heat from the Kelvic, and shot her a curious glance, seeming to just miss the visual of her jealousy. Odd... She felt a strange fondness for the girl, despite the fact that they knew nothing of each other, besides the fact that she knew that Kelvics were known to be untrustworthy. She also knew that they survived on their bonds and bondmates, and wondered if Naevia had one currently. If so it would be odd for her to be here, alone. Is she Marcus' bondmate? No, that's ridiculous. They are as much of strangers to each other as they are to myself. Why did this brief flame burn in her heart at the possibility of Naevia being bonded to someone else? Somehow, the thought that she would be free of bonds and that they might be forming one never once crossed her mind. As the young woman turned to a small but beautiful vixen, Faylinn's jealousy turned to a gentle wonder, taking in the gorgeous russet and ivory pelt. "She's very pretty..." She breathed, her emerald eyes intently focused on the Kelvic, until she realized that she was staring. With a soft blush, she turned back to the Drykas. "My name is Faylinn," She nodded self consciously. Faylinn had noticed that a lot of the same questions were being repeated, and knew that this situation was strange to these two, just as it was to her. Everyone was at a loss, unsure of what course of action should be taken. "It is very frustrating. There are gaps in my mind, and I can recall such silly things. I know that your horse is called a strider, and that Kelvics are known to be mischievous at best, and dangerous at worse. I know that these grasslands are called the Sea of Grass, and that the Drykas have a web of awareness over it, and that there are many dangerous beasts. I know that I am on the edge of Silyra and Cyphrus, but not why. I know my first name, but not my last, nor if I have a middle name. I know that I sewed this cloak out of a wolf pelt by my own hand, and that it was my first self made item of clothing, but not who taught me to sew. Not how I came to be here, or why, or even when. I have a very brief imprint of a beast attacking, and all I can see is it's huge size and fangs, but not even if it was attacking me, nor if it was here or many years ago. I am so very lost, Marcus..." Faylinn smiled briefly as Naevia brought a large armful of wood to where they rested, and thanked Marcus as he helped her stand once more. At the vixen's odd parting words, she cocked her head slightly in confusion. She had sounded very possessive and protective, and Faylinn had no idea why. "That was... odd..." She murmured when the female was well out of earshot. "We only just met, why would she speak that why about me?" But in her heart, she felt the same towards Naevia. She knelt beside the small fire, holding her hands out, and noticed her shaking once more. "This wound has left me quite weak," She frowned, abruptly sitting down and hoping to take in some of the fire's heat. "And I certainly hope it will hold off the beasties as you say."

[Naevia Crassus]

Naevia Crassus Tilting her head from side to side, Naevia listened for any prey that may be lurking in the tall grass. She could hear the sounds of mice running close enough for her to attack quickly. She continued to listen for a few more seconds before pouncing high into the air and landing on a single mouse. Hunting, especially for foxes, took quite a while if they needed to hunt for more than one being. Naevia usually only had to hunt for herself but now she had two other people to worry about. She would have to go back and forth from the camp, being able to only carry one item of food in her mouth at a time. She trotted back to the camp, moved past Marcus and Faylinn and dropped the dead mouse onto the ground. That was going to be her small meal but for now, she needed to go back into the sea of tall grass and find something suitable for the other two. Greens were the best bet. Naevia highly doubted that either Faylinn or Marcus wanted to eat mice, or any other small rodent for that matter. She knew of a spot where there were an abundance of leafy greens for them to eat. Maybe she could even find a spot for fishing, if it were possible. She would probably have to ask Marcus, he clearly knew the area better than her. After she dropped off the mouse, Naevia decided to take her bag and fill it with whatever greens she could find. She had meant to ask Marcus of any fishing areas but she decided against it. Fishing wasn't her forte. She walked to the area where she seen leafs fit for a salad and plucked them off the branches they clung to. Using her heightened sense of smell, Naevia made sure they were safe for human consumption. When she felt she had everything they needed for a quick meal, she went back to Faylinn and Marcus. "Well, I hope this will do. We can leave in the morning since it'll be getting dark soon." They ate, slept and got ready the next morning. It was going to be a long way to Riverfall and Naevia figured she would hunt along the way. She retrieved her horse from a tree in the distance. She had never told either one of them that she had had one since it wasn't important. Naevia offered her horse to Faylinn and Naevia decided to take the long journey in her wolf form.

OOC: Okay, so I couldn't make this as long as I wanted to. It was a longggg day at work and I didn't want you guys to wait any longer. So there ya go!

[Faylinn Lost]

[okay, due to moderator pushing, I now have a tent set and a Paintedmount mare for Faylinn. Maybe as they are leaving the mare [dark bay/white paint] comes back, and they find the tent and other such housing/large tent supplies in her saddle bags? You can incorporate this if you like, Marcus~]