Anita
He gradually felt his face get warmer by the second as he stared at Ally with a bewildered gaze. Why was he just.. *Staring?* His eyes shifted around their camp uncomfortably, analyzing whatever he could as a distraction. Every now and again, his gaze would flicker back to Ally, who'd still be spacing out in his general direction! Dava bit inside of his lip, awkwardly pulling his journal closer for comfort. What was with him? He waved his hand cautiously in front of Ally to refocus his attention,but his gaze seemed to be locked in on his journal. *Was he.. Alright?*

He was.. Creeping him out.First he nearly gives him a heart attack and now he's acting so.. *Strange.* He didn't even hear what he asked beforehand.What did he want? Watching him stare so intently at his journal,he couldn't help instinctively moving it closer to him. 

What if he caught a glimpse of what was written..?It wasnt offensive!Or at least.. *Not that much..* Sparing a quick glance to the pre-written words,he narrowed his eyes in confusion. It wasn't anything.. That should concern him or at least.. *That's what he thought.* Only his name was written down!He didn't even add onto his thought before that prude snuck over here! *It's not like he knew what to say about Ally anyways..* The guy was nutcase and yet,it was so difficult to capture the type of person he was! Describing him was impossible!He stick his lip out in a slight pout as he analyzed each verse over again. He shot Ally a cold glare after a long moment of uncomfortable silence and snapped his journal shut with a loud *'thump.'* 

"W-why does it m-matter what I was doing?" He could feel each word get tangled up and he could feel his face burn with embarrassment. He absolutely dreaded when people stopped his creative flow to just—just—*Just harass him!* Why did *He* Care enough to ask anyways..? With a heavy sigh, he pulled his scarf up sheepishly but hesitantly answered, "But yes, I *Was* Writing.. Why do *You* Want to know..?"
Sydney
He shot the book a look as it was snapped shut, his amber eyes rolling- curse him for showing interest in something Dava was doing! He pulled his weight off the wagon and crossed his arms, his cold gaze moving towards Dava's face and narrowing as he watched the scarf go up. He just asked, was that so bad? Did Dava not want him to ask or see? Then why was he doing it in plain sight! Curiosity tugged at Ally and he rubbed his chin, ears lowering. Dava seemed uncomfortable, he hasn't spaced out had he? His mind lingered back to his previous thoughts- *No, he mustn't get caught in those again*. **"Is it that bad I *Asked*?"** He grumbled sourly, turning his head away from Dava to look at the woods- he did want to know what Dava was writing! He loved watching people write, even if he hated Dava but was Dava taking insult in asking? What? He could write a description on how the woods looked now- eerie, dark, snowy, golden light spilling over the treetops- and then revisit it whenever he wanted and see the image. Ally wished he could write! And Dava's penmanship looked pretty from what he saw, anyone who moved a quill like that has to be an amazing writer! Dava may be a thief- *But it was almost fitting*. 

Ally pulled his cloak closer, gesturing with a lazy hand towards Dava's book. **"You don't need to stop, I was just wondering."** He huffed, hopping onto the front of the wagon and stretching his arms above his head. If Dava didn't want him to watch so be it- but he could certainly continue. Ally would be interested in hearing the scratch of a quill against paper if nothing else- Ally laid down on his back, the cold wood pressed against it and his legs dangling over the edge, the bar between the front and the back hiding his fingers as he laid down, closing his eyes softly. He just needed to *Ignore* Dava if he was going to get that prissy over ally asking a question, plus, who knows when he was going to start another fight!

Anyways, Dava's change of tone at his question was almost amusing. With a scornful tone, ignoring the fact he might have spaced out and annoyed the dunmer man, he bitterly blurted, **"Why did you stop writing, did my question scare you?"**

He didn't mean for him to stop writing.
Anita
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Ally, cocking his head to the side. *Why did he want him to write so badly..?* He gently placed his journal down on his lap, twirling the quill between his fingers. Why was he so curious..? 

*Whatever, it didn't matter why!* 

The point was that *Good-for-nothing jerk* Was prodding too much into *His* Business! A loud, annoyed huff escaped his lips as he slightly lowered the velvet scarf. His cheeks still radiated with heat but at least he managed to catch onto his stupid stutter before it could become too prominent. Sparing the book a downwards glance, he gnawed his bottom lip in thought. Was he *Overracting* Possibly..? 

*No!* What a idiotic question to ask! He's not the one who sticks his nose where it doesn't belong! *As hypocritical as it sounded, it was mostly true!* Besides, he never allowed anyone even a *Glimpse* Of his leyr'lehjii! (poetry) Not again will he make that mistake of showing it to the *Wrong* Person and get berated for partaking in such a *'sensitive and foolish'* Waste of time! *But..* He let out a begrudged sigh as he traced the golden-laced stitches that formed his name. This book meant the world to him when he first decided to take up leyr'lehjii! *But all it was, was something to poke fun at and tease!* A *Sensitive* Hobby for those who are pathetic enough to indulge in! That was always the expectant reaction to it anyways.. Who's to say this prude wouldn't react the same? Take one glance at him! He is the biggest, uptight asshole he's ever met! He nearly scoffed, shooting the short Breton a judgemental glare but he forced himself to take in a deep breath. Writing was supposed to sooth his agitation, not make it worse! 

*This precisely why he preferred to write in private.* He fidgeted with the quill between his hands as he muttered sarcastically; "I'm not used to writing in the company of others.. *Not that you'd understand what that's like."*
Sydney
Obviously Dava didn't have the capacity to talk- Ally had a nice tone given his standards of speech. He'd merely asked a question, but if Dava was going to be so snotty about Ally being *Interested* In something he actually did then he wasn't going to be curious about it. He was just trying to be nice, but if Dava was going to be like this- **"I understand writing as being a *Respectable* Asset, I'm surprised someone such as *Yourself* Could even pick up a quill."** Ally stated in such a cold, but nonchalant tone, keeping his eyes closed and relaxing his body, finding comfort even on the uncomfortable wood. If Dava was going to write to fall asleep then by all means he should, Ally peeked open to look at the sun. It was getting late now and shadows were starting to envelop the darkness, the snow wasn't glittering as much as it was and was now still and grey in the dusk. Ally sat up, eagerly reaching up his arms and grabbing the thin cloth where he'd tied it around his head and began to fiddle with the knot. **"*Your right, I don't.*"** He snottily retorted, pulling the veil off his eyes, relishing the breeze lapping over his now unclothed face but shivering as the cold could now seep into his skin. He reached over and put the veil in his cloaks pocket, letting out a little yawn.

**"If writing helps you sleep then by all means, continue, I think I'm going to take a little nap *So don't worry*"** Perhaps he was going to take a nap, more likely lie awake until the moon rose in the sky and if this brute was still up by then smash a pan over his head.

It didn't matter whether he wrote or not, even if Ally was incredibly interested, he just needed to sleep so Ally could get done what he needed tonight, no way was he going to trust Dava awake while he roamed the forest. Although, it wouldn't be a particularly bad thing if he met his demise out in the dark woods. Ally leaned back and put his hands behind his head, looking towards the sky from where he laid down and yawned, his gaze bleary. He'd much rather sleep tonight but... *Things would be better this way.*