Ann
Dovie almost said something in protest, but the door had already been forced open. 

Through a narrow beam of sunlight, he could see the dust particles shoot into the air and the naga cough. Reactively, Dovie took a step back and cover his nose with his hands. 

"W-What if they're still traps though?"
May
"Well... I'm pretty good at healing myself and my skin is thick. If they're old, hopefully they won't have so much punch. But you said they should have been cleared out, right?" As she slowly heads inside.
Ann
Dovie moves his hand to wave away the dust. He slowly steps inside the fort and could feel the small amounts of dust and dirt on the floor. He lifts the foot back up in reaction, but takes a breath to place it back down. 

He scans the fort. On the sides were two openings big enough for the sun to light up half of the first room, but at the bottom of those opening were wooden debris and several loose nails. He continues to scan the room and by the time he looks up, he can see the remains of what appears to be a string mechanic attached to the roof and an outline of discolored stone.

"Yes, it looks like most traps have been cleared." He takes another step, still being wary of his surroundings. 

"What are you here for by the way?"
May
The naga moves slowly, mostly to take in her surroundings. The dust. Broken items scattered. The vines pushing their way into the fort and draping down the walls and across the floor. Place looks not just abandoned, but long forgotten to her. She picks up an old pot and opens it, then grimaces at the contents before putting it back down.

"Like I said, if not I'm pretty decent at healing. I need to learn more but wounds shouldn't be a problem," She said, looking over and pausing. "Just exploring really. I haven't been out of town in a while so I wanted to go out and see what there was to see. Sort of... I don't know, bored maybe?" 

Then she continues on, tail leaving odd markings in the dust. "What about you?"
Ann
"Hm..." He turns toward the wall and uses his hand to gently push against it. He continues to look at the walls, trying to see if any stones look different from the rest.

"There's a rumor that this fort still has a hidden goblin stash. The chances of that rumor being true are probably none but," Dovie spots a clay bowl on the floor. He kneels down to pick it up but the contents are just mold and moss. He laughs, "I guess I'm also just bored."
May
The Naga moved towards the next room, tail pushing her along as she examined everything. The tattered hanging tapestries, the walls, the old worn down paintings and markings. She chuckled as she said, "I'd imagine they took that, if nothing else. People tend to like shinies, but there's probably some interesting things around still."

She paused, then nodded, "And being bored is fair. It's about where I am." As she laughed.
Ann
While the naga moved to the next room, Dovie was still examining the room they entered. He paced around the floor to make sure he checked every noock and cranny. He eventually makes his way onto the small window like openings and in the corner of his eye he thought he saw a deer running by. Must've been his imagination, but it strikes the memory of the last time he met a stranger. 

He hestiates for a moment, clutches his fist, then raises his voice to speak to the naga in the other room, "Well... Fellow bored stranger. My name is Dovie. It's a pleasure to meet you." His voice trailed off towards the ends.
May
Turning over a small figurine, Cynthia smiles a bit. It's sort of cute in a way and looking it over, it almost looks like some kind of toy. Like how macen's have corn husk dolls. She tucks it gently into her bag and pauses at the introduction.

"Oh, sorry!" She chuckles, brushing her hair from her face. "I'm Cynthia. Nice to meet you, Dovie." She slithers over to him, pausing as she sees the ears, hesitant. "Are you alright?"
Ann
Hearing the slither, he quickly turns around to face her *(as it'd be the polite thing to do).* He doesn't notice her looking at his ears and he pondered her question for a moment. Then his eyes widen and he lifts a foot to look at his sole. Perhaps he had stepped on something unknowingly and began to bleed. After seeing nothing, he gives a bashful smile to Cynthia. 

"*Oh* Yes, I'm fine." He says, putting a hand behind his head.
May
She pauses and frowns, then reaches out to touch the side of his face, tilting it to better examine the area. Her hands are cool to the touch, much like a traditional snake. "...If you're sure. It looks healed over by now." She says, tone concerned but uncertain if she ought to ask. Letting go she then looks back to the room.

"Looks like there are more rooms and an open area in the middle though. I'm sort of excited. I haven't been quite this far out, and when I was, I ran into a friend out here," She says, moving along. 

"I haven't seen them in a little while, but I'm sure they're doing well."
Ann
His eyes widen again and his body freezes when Cynthia touched the side of his face. He doesn't make eye contact with her and stares off to the opposite side of wall until there's distance between them again. When she looked backed to the room, Dovie quickly rubbed the area she had just touched and furrowed his eyebrows. As she moved along, Dovie fidgeted with his hair to ease the uncomfortable feeling. 

Proceeding to the next room, he approaches one of the old worn out paintings. It had scratch marks at the bottom of its frame and dart holes were made all around it. He could barely make out that it was a portrait of a woman adorned in a rose-tinted dress. He continues to examine the room, first by carefully shifting the painting and checking if there could be anything hidden behind it. 

Hearing Cynthia's small talk, Dovie first thought was to continue the friendly conversation but the words clogged at his throat. He could still feel the presence of a stranger's hand haunting him. He gives a slightly forced but polite laugh in response to her.
May
"They're a canifor. I think they've been out and about more than me," She admits as she explores the rubble. Small broken pieces of glass in clear and colorful patterns scatter the floor. Picking up a bit of blue, she holds it up to the light. "They're nice folks though."

She puts the glass down in the light and moves along slowly, fingers tracing walls as she searches among everything, picking up an old bow with its string broken. "I need to meet more like them." 

She paused as she looked over, tail curling beneath her, "You alright?"
Ann
Dovie felt a little panicked hearing those words and quickly spins around again to look at Cynthia , "*Yes!* Yes, I'm alright." He puts both his arms up in reassurance. 

He tries to continue the previous subject, "What's the canifor like?"