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[size=small]For her? Why? Something like this, for a being like her? And not out of family bonds, as she was used to with her brother. Perhaps it was kindness or appreciation for saving his beauty. Regardless, she couldn't help the flutterings in her stomach. The gift of his short robe was accepted without a second thought or hesitation. Her smile was soft and lovely as she held the item of clothing in her hands, cradling it to herself for a moment to rub the sleeve along her cheek. For a moment, her eyes closed slowly, the smile turning into more of a childish grin. Marveling at the texture and smooth material while it ram across her cheek and jaw. "<font color="#c69bf6]Thank you...[/font]" she whispered quietly, already softening a little more to the out-worlder simply by giving her such a luxury. Something of his own person, which was hard for the people she had been around in the past. Even if his scent clung to it. That stinging scent she was beginning to realize was something he put on himself, and was perhaps not his actual scent. The undertone of wet grass and stone seemed to be more natural. Which meant it was his scent. But the sting of animal musk and a fruit seemed twisted in a way. It would soon ware off and she could enjoy it all new. "<font color="#c69bf6]Oh....yes, this way. We should be quickly about it[/font]. " For more reason than one. Alitetaal thought to herself once she stood from the ground and wrapped the short robe around her shoulders like a cape, tying the sleeves together so the item hung around her neck. The feel of it along the skin of her back tickled and felt warm. Far too warm since the weather was warm and humid in this part of the forest. Moss grew in the trees in thin puffs of fuzz along the branches while the leaves cultivated it's own kind of fungi. The stringy type that almost looked like dry snot. With the added layer she wasn't accustomed to - and the fact the cloth was getting snagged on her wing - she pulled it off from around her shoulders and rolled it up once more to tie it around her waist. An extra belt to keep her skirt securely wrapped and out of her way for the trek home. "<font color="#c69bf6]It's not far, but as you say others might come and I will not be able to keep you safe.[/font]" Or alive, she thought once more. There were things Azreal might need to know if he was to remain here. How people were and what they could do. The laws of the land and was foods could be eaten. Especially what items not to touch. As he said, for the foreseeable future he was to remain here. Perhaps with her. His ship crashed on her planet, it might not take off without repairs and that was if the ship would be compatible with anything they could find. Or what she had already. Not much could be made in the ways of metal items without already finding them as they should be. And that was not counting what he might need to fashion for any repairs needed.
Alitetaal gathered her boots on her waist and slipped her feet into them, hating the feeling of the hot, heavy leather around her feet - even as she felt moisture begin to bead along her skin - but for the trip they would go on it was better than barefoot. The ties were secure and the bottom of her skirt lifted up to wrap once more around her waist then tucked into the make-shift belt, now a short skirt and her tan knee length trews completely visible for him to see the shape of her legs. As well as the tip of markings along her legs. Blue ink hiding old scars that could no longer be seen since her tan cloth capri's acted as a barrier between his vision. If he cared to inspect. Once her clothing was set in place, she returned to the tree that held the throwing knives he gifted to her. Small things, perfect in weight and small precision tools to keep hidden. Those were tucked into a slit on her boots on the outside along her calf. With in grasp should she need them, but not in her way. Feeling heavier with the amount of weight on her body, she jumped a few times - getting quite a bit of height - and then nodded. Used to the feeling of the added short robe and knives.
" <font color="#c69bf6]Will do. [/font]<font color="#c69bf6]This away. Anon.[/font]"
Once they were on their way, Alitetaal kept pace with him. Walking at his side. To be behind him wasn't wise, how would he know where to go other then her verbally directing him. Which would only bring more attention to themselves. In front of him could mean his eyes on her at all times. And it was the attention she did not like. Mainly from the past experiences with others outside the city. And more reasons, but those were not liable just yet. Theory's. In the dense woods where trees grew almost atop each other, as wide as buildings and tall as the clouds barely sprinkling the sky in puffs of white, the three sun's moved beyond the highest point of the way and kissed along the tops of the trees at a slight angle. From this time of day, the turquoise sun was hidden far behind the largest red, casting the world in pink. The long night would come soon, and that settled the creatures in the forest. The chirping and croaking stopped, huffing and squeaking dimmed to a hum and the sound of rustling foliage was all that was heard. Some in the far distance, moving and pausing as if to listen before continuing. Not a sound of a Aman, but one of it's many beasts. Guiding him through the forest of greens, reds and yellows, just north from where his ship remained, Alitetaal paused but a few times to listen. Remaining quite as she did so and relying on him to do the same. If she was to get him into her safe house, he would need to take a few silent ques. Hopefully, none would spot his wreck and come across them.
With the pace she was keeping with him, making sure he did not fall behind, it became a concern. Just like the ship they left behind. Ideally, she'd prefer to go to the wreckage and take what could be used. And if he was not within her company, she would. Even now, it would be simple to flee and return to his ship to take as she needed. But the faith Azreal had in her and the gifts he had given earned a bit of her loyalty. Mantally huffing, she ran a hand along the fabric of the short robe along her waist. Stupid loyalty, bought with weapons and a pretty. With a renewed objective, she prayed to the solar goddess that his ship would remain in one piece. If it didn't and scavengers deiced to take it apart - or worse, the damage caused an explosion - then he would never get to leave this planet. A part of her was sad about the idea for reasons she knew but wouldn't even think aloud.
He spoke then, calling her a gem and she made a strange face. A little disgusted and confused. "<font color="#c69bf6]A gem...? Me? I highly don't think it. I am far from anything like a gem.[/font]" Perhaps his idea as to what a gem was differed from her own. She was neither pretty or shinning, her features were strange in comparison and her body disfigured. "<font color="#c69bf6]Gems are perfect....I am a disaster.[/font]"
He used strange words and phrases. Like the one about using whips and having a silver tongue. That must he a horrible disease. A tongue infected by a silver bug or from consuming a silver fruit? How did one get a tongue of silver? Absent mindedly, she tested her own tongue. Biting the tip within her mouth before sticking the appendage out to squeeze between her fingers. It was squishy and did not feel strange compared to how it felt all her life. Was his tongue silver? Alitetaal looked sideways at him, worried about the amount of sweat on his brow and soaking his clothes and hair. If he was one with such a contagion, she best not share food or cups with him. But he was not comfortable at all. The weather or humidity was not to his liking. She paused a moment and took a pick from her hair. The accessory was more than a pretty for her hair, it was a long vile with a twisting cap. Opening the top, she let a drop of a green goo onto her finger before closing the pick and sticking it back into her hair. "It will help with the heat." she explained before she reached up to dab the green goo to his forhead.
She hesitated a moment, waiting for him to stop her or flinch. He did neither. Slightly amazed - and wondering how he was so calm considering his apparent situation - Ashrun made a small 'huh' before dabbing what was left on her own forward. Instantly, a cooling sensation ran down her spine. Making her skin prickle with goose bumps and shiver at the feeling of being comfortable once more.
"<font color="#c69bf6]Ah-...renel plant sap, it's good to cool off but very hard t find. Uhm-...yes, this way[/font]." carefully, she tapped his arm and turned right once they reached a large rock covered in moss. If one looked close, under the moss was carvings on the face of the rock. Markings not many looked for and none on this planet could read the symbols of. Even for Alitetaal. But she knew their meaning, in a way. Familiarized herself with them over the years as to what they meant. Onward they moved and she continued to answer his question. Despite nearly 10 minutes of silence after her out burst about being called a gem.
"<font color="#c69bf6]Not many would try to speak to you if they came across you. People are frightened of strangers and tend to flock together with others of their like. I am Valar. I have none to flock with. I cannot change as the others can into the creatures of our planet. Well, except one and it is not even of Aman. And that is only because of practice. This[/font]," she motioned to her face decorations, arm and metal wing, "<font color="#c69bf6]is from a failed transition. Otherwise, i'd look perhaps more like you. But not with hair of gold.[/font]" As they walked, the path they took made a slight left and along the edge of hill. The path was narrow, enough to walk in a line so she took the lead.
On one side, a steep inclining hill and on the other a stream that became rough the further up they moved along the bank. Dirt became rocks and the sound of rushing water grew louder the longer they moved along her path. Her own steps sure and calculating before pausing to look back at her companion. It wasn't until she saw a wave of water bringing down a log towards them that she reached her hand out for his forearm in the hopes of holding him steady. Once the large vine and moss covered ram of wood caught on high stones in the water, did Alitetaal sigh and release him. She signaled for him to keep going before she started off again at a slower pace, letting him remain within reach. [/font]
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