Alfred
"Heh! That's fine sir, thank you." **Mercy declined politely, holding an open hand between herself and the elf to insinuate a refusal to accept his gesture, face lighting with a soft, gracious smile.** "This is a season where I'm normally allergic to the air. I wonder why that happens every summer..." **She scoffed.**

"Bah." **Mercy shook her head, dismissing thoughts as they continued down the path, gentle bird calls and fauna ambience surrounded them, both near and far. This was the peace she aspired to bathe in when taking these walks. As they approached the outskirts of Pepor, wheel tracks began to appear more.**

"Mister Arlas, what do you think of a girl like me?" **Said without much context, she seemed eager to learn what others' perception of her was like. In fact, Mercy** ***Is*** **Curious about it. While not egotistical or seriously concerned with the matter, the topic was an easy conversation starter.**
Sammie
"Pollen, mainly. Bad for your nose, for some. Though I've never had that problem."

*Arlas explained simply, having learnt this in passing during his education - again his expression turning proud as he spoke of his people's advantages. At the mention of the his opinion of Mercy's ilk, he turned thoughtful; attempting a response that wouldn't offend her too badly.*

"Girls like you, madam? Mm... If you mean in how you live, then it's quite common for ladies to be less adventurous, I've noticed. No matter where you stand in the chain of being, this happens... If you mean how you conduct yourself, then I've found you quite pleasant indeed."

*He flashed another warm smile, chuckling softly to himself as he felt a pang of embarrassment from the statement.*
Alfred
**Listening to someone else's input for once, was very refreshing indeed. Mercy found herself captivated in his response, feeling it was sweet and just want she wanted to hear; she is a teen that aspired to be received well by others because only the best handmaids are looked at with ardor! What kind of servant would she be in contempt?**

"Oh, that's so good to hear." **She sighed thankfully.** "Sometimes my lord doesn't wish to speak to me. My lord has a lot on his mind I believe, so I don't hold it against him. We don't get guests at the manor at all, never have in fact. To this day I have yet to...*Impress* Another person with my erhh... Uhh... With my goodness of course!" 

***"For lack of better words."***

"When we get to Pepor where will you go mister?"
Sammie
*The elf gave a light giggle, finding her stumbling over her words endearing.*
"I'm sure you'll have a chance to charm a guest soon, Mercy.."
*The topic of his next move was one he had forgotten briefly, summising that he was simply going to follow his whims once they arrived.*
"Uh- Oh, right... I suppose I'll go take a bath and get my clothes washed first... After that, buy another set of paper and a postcard to rewrite to my father..."
Alfred
**Clouds settled overhead, draping a veil of gloomy dimness over the landscape, over their very trail – a direct contrast to a few moments ago, and considering the season they were in, it seemed quite odd... Mercy noticed this, and slowed her pace as she peered above, squinting at the sky.** "Hah... Well mister Arlas, I-I should really get back." **Luckily, the first few settlements lining the skirts of Pepor's citadel were sprouting into view beyond the woods treeline and brush. Mercy felt he could continue without him from there, she turned to face him with a simper.** 

"It might begin to sprinkle soon mister Arlas, Lymian weather over this forest is... Strange sometimes. Ah, I suppose we are only beginning summer. Would you come to the manor sometime and keep me company? I'll show you our grounds and make you a meal." **She straightened an arm behind her, pointing far down the road.** "Back where we met, just a little further you'll find a path leading up the hill, you'll find the manor from there!"
Sammie
*The elf nodded to her, clearly deflated by the fact, but smiled anyway - company for a time is better than none at all, his father said often.*
"If you must abandon me, madam Mercy... And of course, it would be a pleasure to visit your lord and yourself. From the amount of times you mentioned him, I'd say I have an obligation to!"
*Another giggle, closing an eye at her and beaming.*
"Thank you for accompanying me, it was more than enjoyable."
*Arlas rounded off, giving a flourishing bow and sweeping his cloak, dropping the act immediately afterwards out of embarrassment.*
Alfred
**'Abandoned' was quite a harsh way to put it, Mercy thought. The word made her feel awful about the situation, but eager to get home she was.** "Mister Arlas..." **She sighed gravely. His funny bow raised her spirits a little, enough to merit a maintained smile still.** "Ah? My lord's very important to me mister Arlas, he's the reason I'm alive, I believe. Come by any time, and erh... Be careful on the way into Pepor. Bandits like to haggle me through here sometimes." 

**She turned on a heel, heading the opposite direction back down the beaten road. Mercy gave him a few waves goodbye.** "Be seeing you mister!"