He closed the journal with a bit of a thump, a small cloud of dust exploding from the yellowed pages. He blinked a few times, glancing down at the noise as if surprised that he had been the one to cause it. He peered at the journal for a few moments before gingerly handing it over to Oriah, silently suggesting that it was probably safer in her hands. He watched her as the dancer watched him, contrasting colors quietly studying the other, seeking to understand what lay hidden behind the expressive gazes. He soaked in every little detail of her facial expressions, from the quizzical furrowing of her brows to the sudden grin. He had managed to suck her in. She was the bold sort, the spontaneous sort, perfect for a sudden adventure such as this. He shelved the information away, updating the little book that his mind had created for Oriah and Oriah alone. He gave a quick nod as she informed of her intent to duck into her room, crossing his slim arms and waiting patiently for her outside. When she returned he took a quick scan of her, light blue eyes flickering over the Tamo and the sling. At her next question he motioned, turning and naturally taking the lead through the city. He instinctively moved closer, much like he had a few nights ago, body lightly brushing hers every so often at a proximity that most would assume was a proximity among lovers. There was still a certain appearance he wanted to upkeep, and that appearance hadn't fully been set in stone back at the dance as he had originally planned. Whatever the case, Oriah was fairly new to Zeltiva, so perhaps she would appreciate the silent show of protectiveness. He was quiet as he walked them through the city streets, confident and graceful with his gait. They approached the General Store, a large two story building that had windows covered with old sails. The inside was plain but filled to the brim with a variety of goods, from all sorts of delicious foods to common items of clothing and other everyday selections of gear. Matthew led Oriah through it, heading first for the most obvious tool he thought they would need. Moving through the old wooden counter-tops, he made his way to a selection of coiled ropes and chose one to sling over his broad shoulder. Turning to Oriah, he offered a polite smile, blue eyes finding hers yet again. "Do you think we will need anything else? I assume the grave wouldn't be too much of a climb, but the rope may come in handy. Would you like to pick out a basket for lunch, or do you think putting some snacks in our pockets would suffice?" He paused a moment, taking a breath, sucking in the scent of all the old wood and varieties of culinary goods. He was very new to all of this, perhaps it would be best to ask the store clerk? He couldn't imagine it being too much of a journey, though. "Perhaps a torch or two, and a method to light it?" The young student absentmindedly walked down some of the aisles, studying the selection that they had on sale. He tried to remember what his mother had taught him when he was younger, when he had been blessed with more time to run around and expend energy. Was it almonds and pecans that helped give energy and strength? Or was it dried jerky? Or both? He paused in front of a selection of dried goods, pondering the choices. When Oriah wandered near, she would be suddenly and randomly subjected to another one of Matthew's surprise questions. "What about a kiss? Have you ever kissed a boy or girl on the lips?" What did her religion have to say about that? He was painfully uneducated on everything that the worship of Yahal entailed. If she deemed it appropriate to get the torch, rope, and some food supplies, then he would cover the entire cost if allowed and then lead her out of the store. If no other destinations were suggested, then they would soon be heading toward the entrance to Zeltiva and out into the nearby wilderness, straight for where Matthew recalled the Storm Shrine to be. |