Barbara
*Eyalis looks up at the sky. Only a couple hours until night fell and then it would be dangerous to walk about the forest. Returning her attention to the matter at hand, she notices as the girl begins to quell her screams of pain, reduced only to heavy panting that broke the silence of the once serene atmosphere. In another situation, she would have been slightly pleased with how quickly her spell worked on the girl, but Eyalis probably didn't want to insult her with a proud smirk. Moving back down into a crouched position, she patiently waits for the effects of the spell to wear off, almost missing the discreet manner of which the girl attempted to cover the strange scar upon her hand — one that she didn't recognise at all.*

*Locking, rather uncomfortably, eyes with the girl who's crimson shaded irises water with pain, she endeavours to remember if she'd seen the mysterious symbol before. Clearly the girl's reddened eyes, mysteriously pale skin, pointed canines which appeared to almost lengthen with every shuddering breath she took, weren't natural for the idle, big-boned dwarves she usually saw roam around these parts. Eyalis' eyes widen as she realises what this girl must've been, recalling that her skin burned at the touch of sunlight, something only common to . . . Vampires. She surprised herself at how easily she took that information before the girl spoke. ("Who are you?") Her eyebrows briefly rise before Eyalis replies.* ***"Answering my question with another, are we?"*** *She states flatly, casting her eyes upon a falling green leaf beside her.*

*("A-ah, I'm sorry, I should answer you first ... ") Her ears flicker a little in irritancy. First interaction with a vampire and Eyalis already wishes she was back in the comfort of her home. ("I'm feeling a lot... Better. It doesn't burn anymore.") She nods curtly at the words.* ***" I'm glad to hear it. What I do wonder is, what is a little vampire like you doing in these unsafe forests? "***

``` 5 mana regenerated | Mana: 95/120 ```

*Expectant for a response from the dwarf, Eyalis was most surprised at the touch of her hand against her face, and for a brief second she's at a loss for words, a snappy retort. Not exactly what she was accustomed to, not usually shown moments of affection — especially from a vampire, especially from a female. Frowning, she moved back into a seated position.* ***" Not exactly what I expected, but we can ignore this slightly awkward moment. Back to my question, however, what are you doing here? "***
Michele
*( what does thou mean )*

*( this feels like dragon's den )*
Ken
*The shimmering blue glow of Eyalis' spell lingered over M'ralind's skin for a little while longer, the raw wound being covered by a new layer of skin while burnt tissue shed from her legs, not the greatest scene but much better than just having burn marks all over. Brushing her hands over the parts of her body which had healed, she attempted to stand up, despite the neural scarring still healing, her legs trembling vigorously as she held Eyalis' hand to hold herself up, stretching her legs to get her muscles back into her own control.* **"I don't exactly have a very stable job prospect, see-" *She hissed through gritted teeth, her knee making a very notably loud cracking noise, before she did the same with her hip, an equally loud pop sharply piercing her own ears.* **Agh, anyway, as I was saying, I'm a mercenary I guess... I also don't have much money on me so I came to the forest, as I usually do, so that I could get something to drink and perhaps gather some things to sell later. They're in my backpack if you want them. It's honestly not much but you've saved my life. Thank you."** 

*Although she gave no reason as to why she came here as a vampire, and stayed here until the day was there, it would probably be better not to say that she had started a semi-sleep and forgot that she was a vampire to begin with, just to protect her pride. Whatever little thing she could keep was worth it. Slowing her breathing down as she got used to not being on fire, she felt a small tingling across her chest, then around her neck and crawling down her arm, emerging on the back of her hand. It was a small, green coloured cockroach. M'ralind giggled quietly as it moved around due to the tickling-like sensation. Stroking it with the tip of her index finger, it was slightly surreal. Due to how small she was, and also the fact that this roach seemed to be slightly overgrown, it was the size of her entire hand.* **"The forest is also a good place to cool down with Namir, y'know?"**

**"Sorry, again. You didn't have to bother helping me. I was way too careless. Wh-what's your name?"**
Michele
*( honestly i don't blame ye )*
*( tis sunday )*

*( ah she's so adorbs ;; )*
Barbara
*Even as she stands, the girl was many feet below her, and Eyalis can't help but marvel at the sheer strength that had been pent up in such a small body as she lifts her up by the hand.*

*For a while, as the girl cleans herself off, there's only violet-berried dwarf juniper and the glistening absinthe of various herb species and elven spruce. A light dew beads the tips of the tree-leaves and veiled all the clearway in a fog, and it seemed to glow ethereally under the arcane, diffused rays of the sun. The forest grows heavier, still and silent with the approaching afternoon. The trill of a lonely songbird dies off on its last, strung-out note, muffled as if far away. ("I don't exactly have a very stable job prospect, see-") She finally hears the girl hiss after some time, which probably explains why she was here in the first place. Eyalis humphs her understanding, slightly shifting uncomfortably as the girl pops the pressure within her knee and side. (" Agh, anyway, as I was saying, I'm a mercenary I guess — Thank you. ")*

***" You're a mercenary? I'm assuming trade isn't doing so well for you if you have to come so far from your own domain to find sellable items here, " *** *She begins, slightly light-humouredly. She returns to her serious nature.* ***" If you've found product here, then I'd prefer that you kept it. Herbs can prove useful in the right hands . . . Assuming you know how to cast healing spells. Especially because the journey back to Prasia is a long one. "*** *Eyalis almost smiles.* ***" No need to thank me, although I would have been much happier to have found you after I caught those irksome Furrows. No matter now. "***

*Eyalis bends to pick up a broken piece willow underbrush, her lips pulling pulling up in triumph at the sight of such an uncommon herb, before she rises to see the cockroach in the palm of the girl's hand.* ***" A pet cockroach is not something I'm used to seeing everyday. "*** *She states, an eyebrow raised.*

*The roach looks at her for a second, whispers something probably obscene, then continues its course up the girl's arm. ("Sorry, again. You didn't have to bother helping me. I was way too careless. Wh-what's your name?") The girl really did like to apologise a lot, Eyalis marvelled.* ***" My name is— "*** *Eyalis looks at her, thinking if it was a good idea; She wasn't really one to trust a random stranger. But she comes to the conclusion names wouldn't make much of a difference.* ***" Eyalis. Eyalis Fallerae. And yourself? "***
Michele
*( done done doneee

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