Suzanne
**"If I wasn't so sure of your honest nature, I'd have to call your bluff,"** This response more of a jest, denoted by his tone, **"What you consider kindness, is merely an earnest man's thoughts said aloud. Alas, you are welcome."** His gaze seemed to steady, remaining on her face, those blue orbs in particular that nestled below her brow; his moment of awe never truly seemed to subside, but he at least managed to wipe that dumb look off of his features. As she reinforced his claims of bonding with Buck through her own observation a smile, this time not awkward or brought about by beauty, but sincere gratitude. **"I don't really bother with others to that extent, I can only be glad I am not the same,"** He muses before she shifts attention to the bow. A shake of his head follows her gesture.

**"An heirloom,"** He answers simply, **"It is nothing grand, but it has sentimental value."** He approaches the saddle and retrieves the bow, daring to approach the woman should he not be opposed to a gradual increase of closeness; he would hold the topic of her query before her for inspection, as if he immediately regarded her discerning gaze. **"I don't remember where or when it was made, just that it has yet to wither,"** While he was still mystified by her appearance, he also appeared to be reining himself in and withstanding the desire to ask questions of his own.
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After a few moments, regardless of her decision on the bow he would continue, **"May I have your name, My Lady?"** His tone had a sudden hitch before he recovers, **"While it brings a flutter to my spirit, calling you 'My Lady', I'm sure it is not as grand as knowing the name she owns."** His lips purse slightly, then he gestures to his horse, **"I know I am a stranger, but I fear if I keep you too long; wherever you're traveling to won't be reached before darkness falls, if you would allow me the honor of seeing you to your destination atop Buck, it would ease my heart. If not, at least the task of escorting you there on foot, so long as I do not leave such a fair maiden to take this road alone..."** He pauses, trailing off until adding on, **"Even if it is a road she has traveled on many times."** He would then cast his gaze skywards to spot the sun, wondering the time, then adopts a rather silly, winded expression, **"It also might be a cheap way of me asking for a room to rent for a night, or a barn... A stable stall. Anything, really,"** A series of awkward chuckles bubbles from his lips.
Sarah
*In the midst of his diverting comment, Dušana's frame merely shook with mirth. Truly, she couldn't discern whether or not the stranger was praising her on account of being sincere; or if he was perhaps putting up a front simply because he wanted something. He was being all too benevolent for the elf not to doubt. Yet, as she contemplated the alternatives—she felt her heart tauten. What if he was being genuine? How insulting would that seem. Chiefly, seeing as his ways have been nothing short of benign. Oh... But the young elf couldn't help her incertitude. Not when past occurrences have led her to be acquainted with the feeling.*

*The fellow obtained what was a seemingly lovely disposition, this was without a doubt. Nevertheless, Dušana better keep to being wary. For is better to be safe rather than sorry...*

*Still, the girl couldn't rebut that this interaction between Enno and herself was splendid. His uniqueness made the day entirely bewitching. This, she shall never forget and very much so appreciated.*

*For now though, she would relish the time she had left with her new founded acquaintance. And as he went to fetch his bow; the forest elf almost at once displayed a show of elation. She desperately wanted to reach out and obtain the fine article in her hands. To feel it's contour bit by bit. To take in its ravishing entirety.*
'Oh... How beautiful.' 
*This time, the thought manifested itself upon her gentle countenance. Her soft features transfiguring into a glowing mien. Dušana had to fold her hands together in order to halt herself from making any immediate moves.*
"My..." *She was suddenly short of words. Surely, there weren't any words that could give justice to how magnificent this bow was. Honestly, it inspired her to create. As soon as she is to get home she will commence the development of her own bow! Yes, that would be just lovely! She could just see it now in her mind. What type of wood she'd utilize, what sort of structure the bow would cherish, the small yet consequential facets that will make the item all the more rich, the-*

**"May I have your name, My Lady?"**

*Such a question pulled Dušana's eyes from the bow, and onto the man who'd ask the unforeseen question. She shouldn't have been nonplused. Yet, as Enno asked the very question—the elf found herself caught taken aback. Perhaps... It would only be fair that she presented her name. Seeing as, Enno has already stated his own. This was difficult for the elf. Not nerve racking, but not simple either. Of course, she could always just provide a false name. For there was the possibility that she wouldn't ever see this man again. However, lying wasn't in the elf's nature. She could mention that she wasn't all too comfortable with stating her name. Albeit, that could potentially bring up questions regarding why it was so. And that was something she did not want. She could just offer an alias, perhaps. There shouldn't be any wrong in doing so...*

*Just as she was about to speak up then, an offering came from the man. An offering that made Dušana astounded. Though this man scarcely had an idea as to who she was—he was already willing to offer her a ride home. On his very own horse, one shall add. This brought back conflicting thoughts for Dušana. Either he is doing this out of sheer genuineness, or he wanted something in return. Nonetheless, though the thought of it was kind—the young elf couldn't accept it.*

*With a gentle smile forming upon the girl's lips; she raised her right hand and extended it out towards Enno. All hints of conflicting thoughts no where near evident.*
"You can call me Ana

"And Enno, I assure you it is alright. There is no need for you to go through all that much trouble. Besides, you and your steed has, by the sound of it, journeyed a far way. Surely you both must be very tired. In that case, I can show you a nearby inn where you both can settle in for the night?"
Suzanne
While her infatuation with his bow was not lost upon him, he didn't seem to share the same amount of casual lust over it; while he clearly had an attachment to it, it had no real special properties outside of the history behind it, to him at least. Following the long silence of watching her expression after requesting a name, he seemed to grow weary; an apologetic look creeping onto his features before she came out with it, **"Ana?"** He repeated, as if to test how it flowed from his lips; a shortened trickle of honey onto sugar it was as it rolled off his tongue, **"One of my younger sister's names is Anastasia, what a coincidence,"** A smile returned to his visage, any thoughts on the space of time betwixt his asking and her answer were pushed aside.

When she continued on with a refusal of his services, his smile became one of understanding, **"While your kindness is abundant and your voice is soothing, I should have known better assuming such an offer would be keen to a stranger; granted, it was one part selfish, one part generous, oddly enough. So I didn't have to pay for a room at an inn, nor would I have to ask for recompense for a job to afford said room,"** He chuckles lightly, while he admitted his own version of mixed up frugality he didn't seem to be ashamed of his mindset in the slightest. **"To top it all off, I'll be escorted by _you_ instead,"** His chuckles continue, **"Some Knightly fellow I am."** He clearly found the situation amusing before shaking his head so he could accept her offer, **"That would be incredibly helpful, Miss Ana; I'm _dreadful_ with directions, I could be told how to get into the sea from a beach and get lost before I touch the tide."** A gross exaggeration meant to provide comedy at his expense of course.
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Eventually though he would bring a hand to his chest, **"Thank you, fair maiden; my hero, rather,"** While one might catch a subtle jesting tone from him, despite this it was still sincere gratitude being expressed. A short moment of brow furrowing later and he would say, **"Can I at least offer that ride to this inn you're speaking of?"** Perhaps a compromise, **"That way, it is mutual, you're going out of your way to show me and in return, I make the trip easier. So, in the future, if fate were to allow our meeting again; neither would feel obligated to owe a conversation to the other and we could strike up another just because we want to."** While she may have been having a swell time speaking with him, it was clear that she had struck out of the park and into a version of himself he had not yet experienced. **"While we have some time before our farewells; I must say, Miss Ana, you have set the bar quite high for your kin. I doubt I'll ever enjoy a first time like this again,"** He chuckles once more before gesturing to his steed, **"What'll it be, Miss Ana, this is a rare chance for him, so I promise you'll be in for a treat; Buck might _actually_ try to show off."**