Harold
*Shanalotte sat at a small campfire, cooking a small meal of some meat she had gathered, and looked around faintly, sitting down with a quiet thought. She looked around, and brushed a hand into her hair, sighing softly. She waited for her meal to be cooked, and yawned faintly, in boredom. She's been travelling for awhile, on her own, and has been feeling a bit lonely.*
Stacey
Heysel gave a soft hum, the sun was so low now that even on the back of her Ox she could make out only a faint purplish glow. It didn't matter to her, only the journey did and those she met on the way to her destination. Quickly giving Old Iron a pat on his head and then swiveling around on his broad back to check the three baskets in which her foxes slept. Lifting the lids off each and then kicking her legs and almond falling off the Ox due to how cute they looked to her, she noted they were all there.

An hour or so into her travels and the sun had completely set and in the close distance Heysel saw a campfire, quickly spurring Old Iron into a sort of trot and making him get there faster.
Harold
*The High Elf relaxed, and ate her meal, shifting with a soft sigh as she laid back on the ground. A part of her wondered why she was here, in this dry, desolate land, but she shook it off. Adventure was in her blood, and it always had been.*
*She smiled faintly, as she looked into the fire, she fed the fire a little more, and sighed sitting back up, as sh reached into her pack, to cook some more meat. She glanced about, noticing someone approached, and a hand went towards her Jian, instinctively.*
Stacey
Heysel arrived a few feet from the fire and gave the Ox a pat on his side, causing him to lay down. She hadn't taken the figure of the camp in yet but now that she did the chubby Macen found herself blushing, she was looking at an elf and a good looking one at that. She waved a gauntleted hand in greetings and spoke up. "Oh hello, I'm Heysel of Uplugech, do you mind if I rest here with you?" Her eyes flashed to the blade at the elves hand and wariness crept up, although she made sure to keep her own hands away from her blades.
Harold
*Shanalotte looked at her, tilting her head faintly, before flashing a smile, and removing her hand from her blade. She noted the Macen, and nodded faintly in approval.*

"Hello, Heysel of Uplugech. I am Shannalotte Maela Selvinia. And yes, you may rest here. My campfire is available to all to rest at."

*She said, nodding her head, relaxing a little more. She didn't suspect this woman was going to try and attack her. She did note the blush, and a half-grin formed for a second. She had a good feeling of his Heysel woman.*
Stacey
Heysel beamed her cheeky little smile before sitting, laying her legs down one way and an arm on top of that, using her free arm as a sort of brace. "You're the first elf I've met who has spoken to me without crossing swords or me having to do a little trick first, it's refreshing."
Harold
*She raised an eyebrow faintly, upon hearing that, and relaxed in her seated position. She reached into her pack, glancing at Heysel, with a smile.*

"Hungry?" *She asked.*
Stacey
Heysel began to shuffle over to the Shanalotte and when she got next to her, resigned to a squat. "Yes I am hungry thank you, would you happen to have something that isn't meat? I don't partake of animal flesh for food."
Harold
*She looked into her backpack, rummaging in it, with a slow nod. She smiled faintly, and glanced at the meat she was cooking, making sure she still had time, which she did. She hummed faintly, and took out a small container, handing it over to Heysel.*

"Here, is some vegetables, and I've got an apple or two in here somewhere..."

*She remarked, continuing to search in her bag, furrowing her brow faintly. She knew she still had some, and she knew she'd need to clean her bag out, next time she reached a town.*
Stacey
Heysel took the food before producing a pot from Old Iron's satchels. She pulled out a flask of water and a rack for the pot too, hanging it above the flame to boil the water. "Thank you very much, so tell me, what brings an elf such as yourself out here?"
Harold
*Shanalotte took a minute, taking out an apple, and handing it over to Heysel, and stretched faintly, as she grabbed her meal from the fire, letting it cool down.*

"Well, I suffer from wanderlust. I crave adventure, and excitement. Always have since I was a child, actually. It actually got me into trouble a few times, as a child."

*She laughed, remembering her childhood, and her various adventures, with a smile.*
Stacey
*Wanderlust eh?* Heysel found it funny Shanalotte had used that choice of wordage because Heysel found its what her eyes were doing, right now. Maybe she just had a thing for elves, or maybe like father said she was nosy. "Oh I see, perhaps we are of similar escapades then? I left home to become a Knight although. . ."
Harold
*Shanalotte smiled faintly, and thought for a moment, before responding. She nodded, and took in a breath, as she ripped off a piece of meat, chewing on it for a moment.*

"It would seem similar, yes. How has your attempt to become a knight, gone? It would appear its gone well enough, I presume?"

*She asked, taking the moment to look over the would-be Knight, her smile growing slightly in approval.*
Stacey
"It has not gone. . . As well as I thought, turns out to be a right and proper knight you need to be highborn." Heysel gave a small sigh before returning to stir her pot and with the apple Shanalotte gave her, quickly peeling and slicing it before putting it in as well. "So what are you out here searching for?"
Harold
*Shanalotte nodded, listening to her, and reached over, patting her shoulder, reassuringly. She felt like she understood how the Macen felt, life didn't pan out perfectly for herself, either.*

"Ah, I see. A shame one as beautiful as you couldn't make the cut. I don't know what I'm searching for, admittedly. I just... Pick a direction, and travel, and every so often, I return to my home, and take care of my equipment, or just relax after a long while adventuring, y'know?"
Stacey
"Oh well, thank you." Heysel blushed a little bit more and sat back, trying to hide her face in her scarf. "Well that's a bit odd but I think I understand, you never know what you're searching for, not for awhile until you find something and you realize that's not it." Heysel turned her head to Shanalotte and smirked. "And I'd say your the better looking of us two."
Harold
*Shanalotte blushed faintly, at the compliment, and she ate her meal, thinking of what to respond with. She looked away, her cheeks reddening more as she struggled to find something to say.*

"Oh... Well, thank you."

*She finally said, embarrassedly.*
Stacey
Watching the elf girls reaction gave Heysel more than a few laughs and in her bout of humor, she forgot to pay attention, grabbing the bottom of the pot which had just been over fire and burning her hand, pulling it back with a yelp. Cradling her hurt finger which was mostly fine, Heysel sort of curled into a ball and rocked back and forth while saying ow quite a bit and protecting her finger.
Harold
*Shanalotte grew more embarrassed at the laughs, but turned to look at her concernedly upon hearing her yelp, and rushed over, concernedly, as she set a hand on her shoulder, concernedly.*

"You okay?"

*She asked, realizing as she asked, how dumb that was. Of course the poor girl is in pain!.*
Stacey
"Mhmmmm" Heysel gave a wordless and drawn out answer through lips pursed together, that fucking hurt. After a few minutes of wallowing, she poured cold water on it and then let it rest, still in pain so she kept it near her chest. "I'm fine now, thank you."
Harold
*Shanalotte gently set a hand over the injured hand, and her hand began to glow with blue energy. The energy flowed towards Heysel's finger, and began to numb the pain, and gently having a calming sensation.*

``Numb used, 5 Mana spent, 95 Mana Remaining.``

"No problem, Heysel."
Stacey
"Oh you don't have to-" Heysel was cut short by Shanalotte placing her hand atop Heysel's and then healing it. The action still made the girl blush despite it's not inherent intimacy. "Th-thank you again. . ."
Harold
*Shanalotte smiled reassuringly, a grin forming faintly as she noticed the blush. She slowly let go of her hand, and nodded.*

"It was no trouble. Its the same sort of reason why I learned healing magic."

*She said, shrugging faintly, and sat back down, though now she's closer to Heysel, incase she gets another injury.*
Stacey
Heysel began to eat her, not soup or stew but concoction. It wasn't the tastiest given what she had to work with but it helped stave off hunger and it'd keep her alive enough to keep moving the next day. "I have some magic I can show you, though it's nothing as fancy as fixing broken bones."
Harold
*She watched Heysel for a moment, resting her head on her hand, before looking at her backpack and thinking. She glanced back when she heard her speak, growing curious.*

"Oh? What magic do you know?"

*She asked, quite interestedly. Magic was one thing that fascinated her curiosity of wandering, even if she didn't **Technically** Travel to find out about it.*
Stacey
Heysel took a moment, began to meditate and after a few seconds her body began to change, a bright light enveloped her and soon, standing in her place, trying to scramble out of a cuirass that was quite to large was a fox. This fox was Heysel and she was stuck.

```Transformation used, 5 Mana spent, 115 remaining.```
Harold
*She watched Heysel, blinking in surprise. She was a bit speechless and looked at the fox, going to undo the straps of the cuirass so Heysel would get out of it.*

"Wow..."

*She whispered, amazed, and reached to pet the Macen-turned Fox.*