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Post by denealus on Apr 11, 2007 9:09:48 GMT -4
Balkear smirked at the laughter a little. He felt he was right. The woman was being playful. And being this way around her put him a little more at ease as well. She tried to insult him but, much like the water, it rolled right off. It was part of the playful nature, and she was testing him. If he turned defensive about it, he would be falling into her trap. Instead he settled for a retort. "I'll only be as dull as you are, Miss Callaghan. Unless ye'd prefer Breena now." He grinned at her a little, showing he meant it all in jest. Truthfully, she was being far more playful now and far more relaxed, and he preferred her this way to the morose, confused being she was before.
The flinch brought laughter to him, echoing softly in the forest and he watched her as he came to the waterside. His grin grew wider as she retorted and he mocked her with an amused shrug of feigned indifference. "I find it better ta express this side o' meself ta strangers. That way, if ye're annoyed with me, ya get offended, leave off, and I ne'er hafta deal with ye 'gain. Nah, it be tha ones ya know best ya hafta watch out for. 'Cause if ya make a mistake with them, ye're left backpedallin' tryin' ta repair it every time ya see them scowl at ya for what ye did last time. Do I got it wrong?" He smirked as she came to the water's edge. Truthfully, he hadn't wanted to scare her off and was glad she hadn't. He laughed again as a spray of water came his way and turned aside away from it, wave hitting his side and dampening his clothes, making the silk cling tight to his form where the water hit. "'ey now." He smirked and leaned his whole arm in the water, moving it sharply through the surface as he sent a wave back her way, his eyes dancing as he looked at her.
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Post by Nymiane on Apr 12, 2007 11:42:55 GMT -4
The woman glanced down at the water for a moment then looked back up at the man, her hands placing themselves firmly upon her hips. His words hit her ears and she quirked a brow, her lips puckering as she displayed mock anger, or offense. ”It is Miss Callaghan to you!” Breena cried out, with a hint of arrogance in her tone, though it was still a bit giddy sounding. She moved her hands from her hips and they dangled at her side, slightly twitching as she awaited whatever was Balkear’s next move.
Breena squinted slightly as she listened to his vocals, at times she barely understood what he said, and she had to piece the sentences together. She scrunched up her nose slightly and nodded her head in reply, her voice soon flowing over her lips. ”Yes, that is true.”
The woman’s cerulean eyes widened, she then took a few running steps backward, hitting a few slippery rocks. She lost her balance for a moment, twisting her torso to the side, her hand outstretching to catch terra firma. Her body was twisted and contorted, from her hips down remained facing towards Balkear, and from hips up they were twisted off to the side. With a grunt she stood upright once again, feet placing themselves firmly in the brook. A brow arose as she dipped her hands down into the water and in a flash she began to pedal water towards him, droplets flying every which way, occasionally she’d even catch splashes.
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Post by denealus on Apr 12, 2007 13:21:15 GMT -4
Balkear laughed lightly at her response and cupped his hand to his breast, giving her a mock bow from the waist, the whole expression an odd sight with him standing in the water. "Well then. Miss Callaghan it is then." He frowned a little as she lost her balance, watching how she caught herself, the sounds of her splashing in the water ringing in his ear. He grinned a little playfully at her as she landed. "A lady who is not afraid to get her feet wet, I see," he offered with an amused tone.
He stretched his back and then cupped his hands in the water, splashing it over his face and pouring the remaining bit over his head. He shook his head, letting a light spray of water droplets go out in all directions and gave out a refreshed sigh, tilting his head back. "It has been a while since I have just gotten out to remember nature like this. I've been tryin' ha'd ta keep meself busy with all th' goin's on. It's easy ta forget yourself an' who y' ah." He added the last a little forlornly, giving her a bit of a distracted look, but it only played on his expression for a while. "So are ye always gonna keep this formal then?" He mocked. The tone was a little bit of silliness. She was getting wet again, and their playfulness certainly wasn't the "formal" situation he professed it to be, but her insistance on him calling her Miss was a little amusing. He felt she wanted to keep her position of power over him by remaining mysterious. Well, no matter. He would play the game his way, and she would play it hers, and they would see who might win out in the end.
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Post by Nymiane on Apr 18, 2007 0:18:10 GMT -4
A smirk swept across Breena’s face, her cerulean eyes growing ever more mischievous as she took in Balkear’s words. Hands adorned in leather found themselves sliding down her sides until they came to a stop at her curvaceous hips. A light brow arose as she continued to listen to the man, a slight scoff left her mouth before she shook her head, her foot skimming along the top of the water, sending another wave of water towards him.
The woman placed a foot upon the firm earth before her and then placed her other upon it, she glanced over at the man when he began to speak again. She nodded her head in agreement to the first portion of his statement, and then her eyes slightly widened at the second part. Soon a nod of the head was given in agreement there as well. It wasn’t so much that she forgot who she was, and it wasn’t completely running away from who she was, but perhaps denial, or ignoring it.
”Perhaps for now. We are but strangers still!”
Breena said with her nose pointed in the air, she took on a regal stature if only for a moment and then slouched once again, chuckling softly. She brushed a curling lock of hair away from her face, smiling softly.
The lithe form propped itself up against a tree; the sun hitting her form and her skin seemed to glow. She was drenched again and that made her laughter pour out into the air once more. A sight passed over the woman’s full lips as she bent over, ringing out her pants and then working up towards her blouse, which was clinging to her form. Eyes glanced up at the man as she spoke to him once again. ”Who are you?” She blurted out quite boldly and abruptly. Curiosity plaguing her mind and a puzzled look displayed itself upon her face. She knew it was quite hypocritical of her to ask him who he was when she was not quite willing to tell him who she was, although perhaps it was because she enjoyed his non-judgmental company. Well, at least for the moment..
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Post by denealus on Apr 23, 2007 10:24:11 GMT -4
Balkear let his own smirk come to his lips. He was not sure if she was trully arrogant or if it were just a ploy, but the contrast of that with her current state of re-dampness was certainly a sight to see. Above all that, though, he still was not certain what she wanted of him. whether it was meer curiosity or something more. The wave of water from her foot hit against him, playing a light swishing sound upon the environs to echo the bird chirps that were coming in full bloom. He took the wave without moving, becoming just as soaked as she was, and he looked at her strangely.
"Strangers still, ay? And just what does it take ta not be strangers in this world? I assure ye that I am certainly no stranger than you are, Miss Callaghan" He chided her with the last part, putting his fists on his hips and looking up. "I suppose I'm put to th' task o' dryin' out jus' as ye are now." He got to the shore and sat next to her, one hand planted behind his back as he looked at the sky. It didn't last long as her question hit him and he looked at her with a odd raise of the eyebrow, quizzically. He was fairly close to her now and she could see the slight bristling of his beard from this point. He sighed and drew himself up slightly, taking him a bit away, though he was still sitting within a foot of her. He took his strong hands to grasp the edge of his tunic and twisted, squeezing water into the grass below as his eyes closed slightly.
He snorted slightly at her question and dropped his head suddenly, his shoulders jerking as he did so. "'Who am I?" she asks. "I thought we were already through introductions by now." He looked at her more fully now, staring her in the eye. He let out a breath and leaned back a little, planting his arm firm. "Now perhaps ya be meanin' what I am, for which I'm afraid I have no certain answer. I suppose the best ye could say is I'm a man of the land. A hunter of sorts. But trully I'm just a people watcher as well. I can'nae say I don't enjoy the company. How 'bout yerself? Ye 'aven't been much forthcoming either 'sides mentioning that I remind ye of someone." He turned his gaze towards her. It was an honest gaze, but it was also searching her both to see how she'd take him and to watch for any play of her revealing herself.
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Post by Nymiane on Apr 23, 2007 13:47:30 GMT -4
Breena’s lips formed a thin line, the corners of her lips gently tugging upon them, which then formed a slight smile. Keen ears drew in his vocals, her mind playing them over a few times as she thought out her response carefully. She lowered her eyes for a moment and when she lifted them she gazed off into the distance, her vocals slipping from her lips in an almost droning kind of manner. “Perhaps that is true then.. Intimacy is the only way to overcome that feeling. One could tell by the way she said intimacy it was not of a sexual manner, but a on a more personal manner.
Breena shifted her gaze to the now sitting Balkear, she watched his broad figure lower itself to the ground; a few puffs of dirt heaved out from under him and tumbled into the air. A sigh passed over her lips as she slid down coming into a sitting position, her legs out in front of her bending at the knee, which is where she folded and placed her hands. The woman locked her eyes upon the man’s face, taking in every crease, movement and expression he made, she noted his quizzical expression. To be honest she was puzzled with herself, however she was curious about him, and the fact he reminded her of someone from the past, well it was somewhat comforting.
As Balkear went on with his words Breena returned the stare, her eyes locked with his in a piercing manner. When it was her turn to speak she shifted her gaze and then planted it upon the man firmly, she allowed her eyes to soften to the point they could be read. ”Mm.. I am a wanderer, a huntress of people or anything that opposes me, I am a sister to brothers and a damn good thief.” She chuckled at the last one, a grin forming upon her lips as she thought of her words she said when they first met, wondering if it began to make sense to him.. ”I am a Gentle Breeze, I come and go as I please. The rest will be unfolded in due time, that is if you dare seek me out in the future… or if I prey upon you.” A blend of emotions whirled within her eyes and all could be easily picked out if one searched hard enough. Sorrow, loneliness, regret and a longing for something.
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Post by denealus on Apr 24, 2007 16:03:29 GMT -4
Balkear watched her carefully, for any indication of the direction of her story. It did not come off as teasing to him this time, but he was a bit taken aback by the brunt of her honestly. It made him curious, but more of her end than anything of her past. His eyes never wavered from hers for an instant, but a mixture of emotions flicked across his face as he soaked in her words. And it did seem like they were soaking in. As her words hit him, they were absorbed into his ears. But curious still was the fact that he did not really tense at her admission. After she spoke to him, he turned his head askew and lowered it slightly, a thoughtful expression accentuating the creases in his cheeks and slightly on his brow. He let the natural noise of the brook fill the silence as he sat and contemplated her words. He did not interrupt her as she spoke her part.
It was not actually long before he decided what to say. Without turning to her, he shifted his form, stretching his legs and back slightly and unfolding just a bit. Yet although he was unfolding, he made no indication that he intended to leave. He stared at a point past the stream as he first spoke. "It must be a difficult choice ta tell people." He turned and looked at her honestly. "But ye were honest wit' me. An' truly tis more an exercise in cur'osity than all else. I can tell ye always we're a woman a' skill." He smiled at her and let out a breath, looking up at the sky. "But-- Ta me, ye'll always be that of the drown playful rat who came curious ta me when I was a-whittlin'. An' some'un who kin come up wit' some beautiful poetry as well it seem." He shrugged one shoulder slightly. "But tell meh. Why d'ya feel so comf'table tellin' meh so?" He turned his gaze back on her, fixed on her eyes and the play of her locks on her brow. He made no reach for any weapons nor any indication that he wished to flee. In fact, his attention, once fixated on the path leading through this place, was focused squarely on her. His calm breathing filled the air with a soft sound as the rising and falling of his chest came in tune with the flowing of the river and her own with his transfixed gaze.
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Post by Nymiane on Apr 27, 2007 12:58:04 GMT -4
Breena studied his facial expression, she watched how his face contorted with each passing emotion, and she knew her face was doing the same. Such anguish could be seen in her eyes, a hard life that lead her to nowhere, however it was the life she knew and in a sadistic way she loved it. Years of pain, bloodshed, and suffering hardened her mind, but her core remained soft, and wanting. What she wanted she did not know, and if she did, her mind denied her the knowledge.
The woman’s form shifted to the side, one shoulder propping itself against the tree and the other shifted, which kept the blade loose, and not pinned against the tree. Though the woman somehow knew she would not need to use her blade, she refused to let her guard down.
As the man spoke once again, a storm rushed into the eyes of Breena, cerulean eyes slid to half-mast and as they opened, she shifted her gaze away from Balkear. In truth none of the above pained her to say, it was the things she did not say, but revealed upon her face and within her eyes. As she stated it would be unfolded in due time if they ever crossed paths again. Once she heard the second portion of his words she could not help but chuckle, her face began to soften as her smile spread to her eyes once more. ”A drown rat you say? Oh, Mister D’Langolin you know how to flatter a woman.” Breena shook her head as she spoke, laughter laced within her words and when her words came to a halt, she held back those annoying locks of hair from her face.
”The saddest people make the most beautiful poetry an ear has ever heard.” She turned her head towards Balkear again, her knees drawing close to her chest. An elbow leaned against a knee and a chin fell into an open palm. ”Who spoke of comfort? Perhaps the comfort lies within the chance that we may never cross paths again.” A light brow arose as she made the statement, she did not have a harsh or snippy tone. It was more of a mumble, or a droning thought she had.
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Post by denealus on May 4, 2007 22:15:49 GMT -4
Balkear shifted his position slightly and picked at the grass, his hand idly grasping at it. He looked down at it and then at her, watching her make her way to the tree. She was still relaxed and poised at the same time. He couldn't say that some of it didn't make him nervous, but the atmosphere helped him.
He smirked at her first response, playfully at first, then noticing the teasing tone that came from her. His shoulders rolled with a shrug as he stood himself up, dusting his trousers off. "I wasn't aware that I was attempting flattery. An' come now, I'm sure your opinion of an uncivilized heathen such as meself leaves much to be desired. Ye 'aven't really told me what ye think of me." He paused for a moment and his eyes and mouth turned thoughtful for a moment, wondering how much it mattered to have the opinion of a stranger. He might seem as if *he* were pressing too hard for approval, and it seemed an odd wave of emotion that hit him with it. But it was gone in a moment. His ears caught the rest of what she had said and he studied her for her reaction. It would seem awkward to him to focus too much on the sadness, but he was interested in the verse. It was something more like a bird's song to his ear, twittering away with pure melody.
His eyes glided to her when she made the mention of comfort. He wasn't sure what to make of it, or her reaction to his statement. He rubbed his fingers through the bristling hairs on his face and considered her question. "One doe'n't need t' speak o' comfort ta show it." He gestured towards himself, fingers pointing inward inches from his chest. "I mean, ye look at me. I'm sure I ain't talked 'bout comfort in an inkling, but tis somethin' all 'round ya if ya only've eyes ta see it." He shook his head slightly, his expression one of faint amusement. "'Sides, I--" He stopped himself for a moment and then all of the sudden his expression grew frantic and his body tensed. "By the Mother, I forgot all about it. They should have been through here by now." He shook his head and started gathering his things quickly, reslinging his bow and taking up his pack. "They should at least be further down the path. Unless--" He left the air silent with whatever possibility he was thinking. But she could tell that his mind had not picked a pleasant outcome.
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Post by Nymiane on May 8, 2007 12:57:03 GMT -4
Breena turned her gaze away from Balkear, her head following the gaze. A few strands of her chestnut hair swept down against her cheek, outlining her strong and yet feminine jaw line, her nose sloped down, and at the tip, it turned up, giving her a slight regal appearance. As her eyes fell upon Balkear’s form once again, she noted something about his stature, it was not quite a fidget, but he did look restless. She wondered if it was her presence or another being/creature that was not far off, and then her mind recalled that he seemed to be waiting for something or someone before she had distracted him.
A roll of the eye was given as his words hit her ears, and when she heard the second portion of them, she pursed her lips for a moment; her brows slightly raising in thought. Uncivilized? She thought. No, he was not uncivilized in her eyes, perhaps a bit barbaric, but not uncivilized. She had met a fair amount of uncivilized creatures in her travels. Breena cocked her head to the side as she gazed upon him, her eyes turning critical as they flowed up and down at his figure, (which was now hovering above her.) She leaned to the side to examine behind him; she nodded to herself and brought a slender finger up to tap upon her rounded chin. Cerulean eyes found themselves fixating upon his face, which was being masked by some scruff, and she found herself smiling.
Soon Breena’s voice entered the air, breaking the silence that had passed whilst she was examining the man before her. ”To be honest, Sir..” She said with a hint of laughter, boldness and a hint of shyness laced within her vocals. ”I find you attractive. In fact, I wish to draw you to my bosom and lather you in kisses!” She spat her words into the air, they were flowery, and her accent began to shine through.
As Balkear began to speak again, she simply listened. She had no intentions on replying to that, for in fact she felt quite differently about it. Nature as she knew it was not at all about comfort, she thought of all the prey and predators, and how not even the trees were safe. As men and creatures alike began to hunt the trees and cut them down, and she thought of the wolves that preyed upon the deer and how they were so quick to run at the slightest sound. Was this at all comfort? Surely not! However, when she sat in the blanketed forestry she did feel comfortable, as if she were one with them, preying upon creatures, and readying herself for fight or flight. Breena took in his gestures and facial expressions, her lips curling into a smile, he seemed so animated about the comfort he spoke of, and she faintly wondered if he too felt comfort within the forest. In an instant -- his facial expressions changed and it startled Breena. She leapt to her feet quite nimbly and stared at Balkear, with quite a puzzled expression on her face. ”Who, What?” She questioned, her words were not aimed at him, for she knew he was not going to answer, and yet she asked anyhow. Perhaps it was more of a question to her, or the “comfort” surrounding her. Breena’s eyes darted towards the path where Balkear had come from and she let her mind wander, until he chose to answer, or charge into the path.
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Post by denealus on May 10, 2007 10:53:42 GMT -4
If his mind weren't elsewhere, he probably would have been more jovial with what he had heard at first. He was in a playful mood at first and he was uncertain whether it would have been more teasing or honesty. The second might have been brought about by nervousness to make light of the situation, but within her shyness came the exposure of a hidden secret which he caught onto and was not exactly certain how to take. He found her attractive and enjoyable company as well and he had been without companionship since he had left his own village. Yet in his eyes was a hint of worry about catching her up in all this. Politics were often a messy affair and had little care for its survivors or casualties. Even in the presumably barbaric environs that he came from.
He glanced at her a little oddly at her statement, a mixture of pleasure at her first words and uncertainty at the sincerity of the second sentence that echoed from her. He let out a little mischievous grin as he looked to the side of her, his expression and tone both a mixture of pleasure at her revelation and slight amusement at the way she had phrased it. "Lather me, m'lady? Ye make it sound a bi' motherly like that. I've not th' need o' protectin'.." He glanced back out on the path and shook his head, shifting his equipment and his face obtaining a heavy expression. Creases formed from his nose as his lips formed what was close to a scowl but not quite a full one. He sighed and glanced over at her, deciding honesty was probably the best in this situation.
"Things a' tha village where I come from, in th' valley, they ha'n't been goin' well o' late. I 'as down here ta warn 'em traders that it might nae be safe ta come this way. Howe'er, they shoulda come down this path a while ago." He shook his head, his short chestnut-shaded hair twisting with the motion. "I need to go look for them. You're welcome ta come wi' me if ye may." He pursed his lips in thought for a moment and looked at the skyline, as if he were watching a passing cloud. He drew in a breath, his chest rising with pressure and exemplifying the brief tightness after saying what he needed to say, thinking of what came next.
"But..." He started hesitantly, choosing his words carefully, "I would like ta see ye again either way. So if ye happen ta be in this place tomorrow morning, I'll be around as well. Just in case." He glanced at her, emerald eyes piercing at her gaze to look for any hints of joy, decision, or hesitation. He hoped he expressed the sentiment that he would wish to meet her again, but he awaited her decision on which she would choose herself, or if she chose to remain silent, before he would make his leave.
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Post by Nymiane on May 14, 2007 10:53:38 GMT -4
Breena’s brows knit together, and wrinkles of worry formed above them as well as betwixt them. Then lips formed a thin line and were slightly puckered as she wondered what sort of trouble this fellow, or his kin was in. A hand clad in leather flew into the air rather quickly and fingers grasped upon the hilt of the sword tightly. Brows of worry turned into those of a strict nature, and a storm could be seen brewing within her eyes. It was as if a switch had been turned on or off, for her body changed posture almost immediately, altering from relaxation and flirtatious to defensive and highly aggressive.
When Balkear spoke she cocked her head to the side, narrow eyes softened and as they did she took a side step closer to him. A bold aura surrounded her and with a smile she leaned in close to him, raising herself up on the balls of her feet. She then pressed her soft lips to the scruff upon his weathered cheek and then withdrew. ”Well, Son, you have a choice to make will you either accept my company, or I follow you with my brothers..” She chuckled to herself and averted her gaze from him for a moment. If that did not answer his question about meeting or seeing him again then she would then decide he was truly a dense man. As her mind wandered on the thought she realized it was the first time she had actually mentioned her brothers, and then she began to wonder what they were up to and if they were spying upon her. That thought made her grumble and glance around the terrain with a tad of paranoia.
”Mister D’Langolin…” She whispered ever so softly, in a voice that was more of a melody that entwined with the forestry’s chorus. She pursed her lips and slid her hand to the hilt of her sword again, and then she bowed her head. ”Make your choice.”
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Post by denealus on May 17, 2007 21:42:57 GMT -4
Balkear watched her expression for a moment with careful and narrow eyes. For a moment, he was afraid that he had offended her. It wasn't his intent but he dismissed the thought quickly. She did not seem as if she would attack without warning, which was the only real worry. If she disliked his nature, then perhaps the meeting was not meant to be.
He narrowed his eyes slightly as she first reached for the hilt of her sword but made no move defensively just yet. He was sure he could react in time if she decided she had it in her to make a strike, but if he went for his own weapon first, she might be the first to strike due to a misunderstanding, which was also how brawls went. Still, his body tensed slightly, ready to react if she made any aggressive movements, his ears tracing his surroundings to make certain it wasn't a trick. But he heard nothing but the course of nature and their own movements around them.
Then something astonishing happened, and he froze. Did what he thought happened just happen? His guard was shaken for a bit as confusion and a flash of embarrassment filled his eyes at the pressure of her lips. It was to his chin, so she might have been playing off the "motherly" charade he had caught her in earlier, but it was still unexpected, and he did not appear entirely displeased with it, though confused about the suddenness of it all.
A slow smirk rose to his lips as he heard her voice. Forceful, he thought as he looked her over for some read of how serious it was. Thus far, she had been a teaser, and he wished to play it carefully lest she try to trap him only to scoff if he countered. It was a wonderful game to play, and one he was perfectly willing to get involved in. Her glances didn't go entirely unnoticed. He wondered what they were about.
"Well now," he started out light-heartedly, trying to hide any left over traces of his earlier confusion, "I wouldn't 'ave offered if I 'adn't wished ye t' come. His grin grew wider, spreading his coarse hairs apart on his chin, shifting the weight of his pack. "But I don't do as well with a whole troupe, so I'm guessin' that it'd be easier ta have ya come out in the open." He turned his back to her slightly and rolled his shoulders as he glanced over one back at her. " 'Sides, I ain't used ta havin' someone stalk me. It'd make me feel edgy." He gave her a wider grin, though his statement wasn't entirely true. More, he wasn't used to someone outright telling him they were going to follow him. Most people who were going to keep on your tail didn't bother with niceties. Strange one, this one.
He gestured at her with his head half-cocked, beckoning for her to follow him. "I'd be glad ta have ya come along, Miss Callaghan. Come along now." The last wasn't condescending in the least, but a simple request for her to join him. He turned back around and started his way down the path, not particularly slowly, but at a steady enough pace so that she could follow along. But exactly what they would find remained, at this point, a mystery to both of them.
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Post by Nymiane on May 21, 2007 12:12:44 GMT -4
Breena shifted her gaze to glance up at the man before her, Balkear; her head remained in the bowing position as her eyes began to flow along his form. It seemed to tremble, however it was not in fear, but anticipation and tension. She saw how the skin over his muscles tensed and she hoped for his sake that he read her now relaxed poise. For her form made no indication that it was he Breena was after, it brought a smirk to her face and a thought coursed through her mind. She wondered if she had given him any reason as whether to doubt her, yes it was true they had not known each other for more than an hour, if that at all. Nonetheless she had been truthful from the very start, and if she so wished to be rid of him - a chuckle slipped past her lips - she would be rid of him.
When the man’s composure turned to one of a bashful nature she ignored her, and acted as if she were oblivious to it all. She turned her head and gaze to look beyond the bridge, and beyond the path, her keen ears tuned into the surrounding sounds, listening to the distant drilling of a woodpecker. A brow quirked as she turned her head to look upon Balkear once more, and then her face softened once more, issuing a playful wink. She found his brash nature refreshing, and she adored how gruff he seemed to be, but she did not allow herself to dwell on these thoughts very long, she pushed them to the back of her mind.
“Bah! you - edgy, Mister D’Langolin? I can hardly believe that.” She smirked, her brows forming peaks and then relaxing into their usual curious arch. ”My brothers will have to miss out on this one then..” She shifted her gaze to where she had come from and wondered if they weren’t far off, for they were never too far from her. Perhaps they would meet beyond the bridge and path, or maybe the would follow not too far behind, mayhaps not at all.
Cerulean eyes returned to their intense gaze upon Balkear, her eyes followed the outline of his elbows to his shoulder and then the middle of his back. She smiled to herself and then took a leap or two until she planted her feet behind the form of the man. The pace was set, and she comfortably kept up with him, feet falling upon the forest floor quietly, and to the untrained ear could not be heard…
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