Francis
Along the edge of the vast and dense Hyburn Forest sat a massive black figure, and at its feet were a small family of bunnies. This figure was a Scáthis, known as Wary, and currently they were feeding what looked to be like small treats of some sort to the woodland creatures. Many do not know what Scáthis are, and at first glance one could easily assume a Scáthis is an evil or malicious spirit. More often than not, this is not the case. Many, if not all Scáthis are friendly or at the very least neutral, and Wary was different. Currently, they were simply relaxing, crouched over and watching the animals curiously. They had no clothes, leaving their black, void-like skin exposed. They didn't seem to have any sort of reproductive or sexual organs, so anyone who saw Wary would have no reason to be embarrassed should they come close.

Glowing red horns curled around where Wary's ears would be if they had any, and instead of two eyes on the front of their face, there was four fully red and pink eyeballs, similar to that of a spider almost. Wary was about 30 meters or so away from the trail along the edge of the forest, only so passersby wouldn't see her unless they were looking hard enough. The rabbits are Wary's feet were calm and happy, chewing on their treats and grooming themselves. It was around midday, the sun shining brightly and peaking through the canopy above onto the small clearing Wary was sat in. 

It was peaceful, a calm and beautiful day. Birds were chirping and there was a light breeze to cool anyone off from the sun above. Wary was content. Wary was happy.
Cheryl
Walking along the trail, a small wanderer emerges from the thicket, her trinkets and such alike jingling every time she takes a step. Humming along to a soft tune, the traveler holds on to her backpack, her small horned lizard perched atop her shoulder. She gets distracted often, watching the birds and the butterflies fly around the tree tops with a soft smile on her face. She loved the forest, it was peaceful.

As she continues on, she spots a dark figure from the corner of her eye. After taking a better look, she made her way towards the being to get a closer look. As she approaches, she sees that the dark figure is crouching by some creatures. *The figure must be hunting for a meal.*

Alarmed, she called out, *"Oh please don't hurt them! They aren't harming anything! They're innocent!"*
Michael
*After taking a better look, she made her way towards the being.
Francis
Wary of course heard the small jingling noises from afar, but she was more preoccupied with the small creatures around her feet. She could feel eyes on her, and before Wary was able to turn to see who was approaching, the elven woman coming toward her shouted, causing the rabbits around her to scurry away. Wary frowned slightly, though her expressions were hard to read with no mouth or eyebrows. While she was crouched at first, Wary soon stood to her full height of eight feet tall and turned to face the elf. She tilted her head curiously, unsure why the elf chose to shout such things at her. "Why would you scare them away?" As Wary spoke, it was as if a hundred voices coalesced into one, men, women, children, elders. No one voice could be discerned as Wary's, but they still managed to come together to be understood clearly.

Now at her full height, Wary slowly looked back toward the rabbits that had ran off, her expression now one of sadness. "You've scared them." Wary then turned back to face the elf before walking towards her, her face now in full view. Her eyes and horns glowed a soft red and pink, almost as if they changed colors between the two in a pulsating manner. While she did step slowly, an eight full tall mass of black and nothing more would easily scare or frighten anyone, especially one who may not know that Wary was indeed a Scáthis.
Cheryl
With wide eyes, the wanderer followed the creature's body as it stood up. As she took a small step back, she tripped on a nearby rock, her trinkets making a ruckus. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, as she was too focused on the large creature and its odd voice. After a while, she spoke, *"O-Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were hunting them, I thought you were going to hurt them. I didn't mean to alarm you."* She was a tad bit intimidated at how much more taller the creature was from herself.

The lizard atop her shoulder began to squeak, seeming to also be intimidated by the creature, hiding himself behind the curtains of his caretaker's hair.
Francis
Wary raised a staff that was resting on the tree nearest to her, aiming it toward the elf. It began to glow gently, green light emitting from it. Soon, the lizard atop the elf's shoulder's eyes began to glow the same, and rather than be scared and trembling it began to calm down. Wary tilted her head curiously at the lizard, never having seen anything like it. "Is this your friend?" Wary stepped closer, lowering her staff once more as the light began to fade before fully disappearing. Hearing the elf apologize, Wary seemed to frown. "Why would I hurt them? They have done nothing to me?"

Wary crouched down once more, only to see the elf from the their own height. Wary looked quite intimidating, but her calm and slow demeanor said otherwise. After a moment, Wary instead sat, cross-legged with her head tilted curiously at the lizard on the elf's neck. It was as if all Wary was interested in was the reptile.
Cheryl
Darby calmed down, seeing that the creature was not a threat, even though their physical stature seemed to say otherwise. *"I just thought- nevermind."* 
*"This is Boon, he's my friend. My companion," She continued.* The lizard squeaked, coming out from his safety behind Darby's hair at the mention of his name, watching the creature curiously.
As one of his socks had fallen off from her fall, Darby bent down and retrieved the small piece of clothing and put it back on her lizard's foot. Boon replied with an appreciative hum and licked his best friend's cheek.

*"Do you want to meet him?"*Darby asked, holding her arm out for her pet to climb towards the mysterious creature. The creature was kind and despite her first thoughts, Darby rather liked them.
Francis
Wary nodded to the elf's answer, her eyes tilting curiously toward the lizard. As she and the lizard locked eyes, Wary reached her arm out for the creature to walk onto, before looking to the elf, "What is it?" Of course Wary knew it was a lizard, but she had never seen one so large or that looked like Boon did. Wary had always wished to see all the creatures she could in the world, but had always lingered around Hyburn Forest. Only out of fear, of course. Not many understood what exactly Wary was, the elf before her was a great example of that. "The lizards here are much smaller. Why do you clothe it?"
Cheryl
With a smile, she explained. *"I'm honestly not quite sure what he is. He gets cold easily, like me."*
Darby urged Boon to walk forward onto the creature's arm. *"Go on, little one," She cooed.* 
The small clothed lizard squeaked and continued to walk down Darbys arm onto the creature's.
Once Boon was settled on the strange creature's Darby lowered her arm, her trinkets jingling. *"So uhm, what's your name? I'm Darby," She asked with a small smile."*
Francis
"The cold always hurts. Makes my insides ache." Wary agreed strangely, though her eyes remained on Boon. As the lizard crawled onto Wary's arm, she brought her face up close to it, her four eyes blinking slowly, almost as if she were studying the poor lizard. Hearing the elf finally offer her name, Wary looked away from Boon to respond. "Darby. I am Wary. Do all elves carry so many items and.. *Jinglies* With them?" Wary didn't know much about other races, but the trinkets that seemed to chime each time Darby moved confused her a bit. All she knew about elves was they were tall and fancy, but this was seemed different. Did she not learn correctly? "You are also short. Elves are tall. Why are you short?" 

If Darby hadn't picked it up already, Wary struggled a bit with manners. If a question popped into her head, she asked it. Knowing whether or not that question would hurt someones feelings or be awkward wasn't a thought that ever popped into the Scathis's head. Knowledge was knowledge. Before Darby could answer, Wary looked back to Boon and reached out with her free hand to touch the top of his head gently.
Cheryl
Darby cracked another smile, understanding why Wary was asking so many questions. They were curious just like she herself was. *"Hello Wary! Interesting name, I love it! And no, usually not. You see, I don't have a home, I'm sort of a wanderer. I carry my belongings with me,"* Darby explained, doing a little twirl to show Wary her various 'jinglies.' 

*"Well you're very tall, Wary. I haven't met many elves before so I wouldn't know how tall many of them are."* Darby watched Wary and Boon's interaction with a kind smile. Her lizard didn't often meet other beings and when he did, he was always frightened. It was nice to see him so comfortable with someone he just met. This was a good sign to Darby. *"Are you traveling anywhere Wary?"* She asked. For some reason, Darby felt the urge to be gentle with this new creature, a bit more calmed down from her usually busy-bee like state.