Tarsha
"You're a walking chair, and it's me who's the creep here? Really?" *She said, a bit annoyed - which could be easily recognised from the tone of her voice. Honestly. What was this piece of wood even thinking to insult a knight? The knight continued walking... For a few seconds.*
"I wouldn't try to jump on him, kid... Messing with magic is not a wise choice." *She said to the boy, who was still trying to mount the living piece of furniture. Then she started walking - and again it lasted for a few seconds, as the boy pointed out the fact that Equila was, well, covered in blood.*
"I wouldn't call it a skirmish." *She said - which was partially true. What happened in the forest was not a skirmish, it was a bloodbath. And Equila really did not want to talk about this, especially not with this boy.*
Mathew
``says the one whit a hand always near their dagger and covered whit blood,now leave me alone and stop trying to follow me,or get on me..``
*Chair would say continuing to walk away,it seems like trying to be "Smarter than him" Wouldn't work,nor did he seem to care about the boy's story, best thing would be to let him go away but perhaps he knows the location the a nearby town*
Josephine
The unkempt spark of energy seemed a touch tied against two pulling ends of a string, one which urged him to capture the chair in their supposed game the other to seek out the rest of the lambs bleating flock. His body begun to pace back and forth between the two forces looking toward their plodding chair toward the silver lady laced in flecks of crimson, it spattered cross the nooks and crannies of her armor invading every crevasse. Toward someone still rather new toward the outside world such a chilling sight was enough to make him think twice about enacting any sort of heroic actions, but still Fithora wasn't entirely a boy of logic he followed his heart to ensure a flock of his favorite animals were indeed still breathing encouraged him beyond any smidge of fear. Eventually in time he did begin to slow his pacing hearing words meant to seep into his ears, he would flinch looking up toward her but his gaze seemed to be weary of the woman. "O-O' like you t'would know thee truth mayhaps he tis simply grouchy budding thee s-same feelings as someone eeever so close toward me a-and need to feel thee warm lick of life upon his cold wooden body... Surely there tis a friendly gospel of Gaia just bout the birches bend." Fithora neglected the womans wisdom he seemed to believe the chair simply needed a hug to brighten his day, to simply feel that touch it was so comforting toward him why not another?

With that he promptly turned toward the chair trotting up toward it to try and give it a little hug, hoping that would ease its grouchy mood. He wouldn't stop stumbling after it his legs moving like a wobbly lambs. Though as she spoke once more into his ears would the boy usher out his voice

Curious by which she spoke if it weren't a skirmish then what? HIs feet would begin to slow looking toward her as he still moved uttering out. "N-nay? But surely if there art a flock which you doth seek tis ever much much more wiser to seek out thee enchanter fore they t'would likely hold a firmer grasp upon Gaias soothing t-touch..." His face seemed to grow bashful looking away from the woman what he said next showed the boy held a hole in his heart, for he held little confidence in himself. "T-than I ever really had... Mine is akin toward chasing a scared lamb... Art mine words naught true? Huh art they... Huh?" He showed her a certain amount of distrust in the way he spoke and yet that energy still shone through as he spoke impatiently awaiting an answer.