Pauline
*Amidst the forest there was a strange sense of unfamiliarity for the wandering Elf. Not just by the sight of the many cookie cutter trees or violent rushing streams. But in a sense of __uncertainty__.

The feeling of uncanny, that feeling that you've experienced such events before? But __believe__ you certainly never have.*

**Simply put; That was Jamais Vu.**

*In which, today was that day. Terrel had never experienced such. As it seemed his senses would dulled over the time of their absence, he could've spotted a figure crimson wearing a winter coat on this chilly noon. They sat nearby the river bed skipping rocks, being perfectly aligned with a bush and a tree that hid him early before further examination, if Terrel was listening to his surroundings he'd notice a horse laid down almost camouflage with the color of wood next to a tree and in which became startled by Terrels sudden appearance.

Almost instantly, the figure would unsheathe his Estoc before showing themselves fully to Terrel. The blade was pointed towards the ground and not towards Terrel. Although, there furred hood seemed to obscure most of their face as they tried to see who it may be. By voice Terrel might've known it was someone around his age. It seems for the first time in awhile the person had been catch by surprise, they spoke in a spooked tone. His voice familiar to an old acquaintance.*

**"—Does thou seek quarrel? Who are you—Why are you here. . .—"**

*The figure would hesitate as his oversized jacket— seemed to hinder his own gaze wearing it. Not moving as he awaited a response from Terrel. He'd make a quip*

**"Before you tell me your trying to fish in the winter. . . Please, think about your excuse thoroughly."**
Katherine
*Terrel's gaze would flit over to the camouflaged horse as it would suddenly move, soon revealing its rider as the man would walk over to him with his sword removed from its sheathe. He eyed the man, almost tempted to lower his own hand to the hilt of his Shortsword only to pause as the man would start speaking to him. With unnecessary vocabulary nonetheless. Somehow in those short moments of the words reaching him, the person no longer seemed like much of a threat, instead most likely startled by the pig man.

Terrel didn't seem to recognize him, maybe from the hood or the tone, he didn't seem phased by whatever familiarity would have once existed between the two.*"Simmer down before I toss you in the river."*He'd say in response as the man questioned what he was doing here. Whether or not the Elf actually meant that was hard to tell with him, but at the slight smirk before the turn of his head, it seemed as if he was merely joking with the Macen.*

"Just here to find a place to camp, but seems like this place was already claimed by an invisible horse and his professional rock skipper."*He'd say, deciding to get comfortable anyways to contradict his own words.*
Pauline
"**Tsh,** Like hell you would be able to touch me. . . —But Man, I'll give it to you got me good though. Your horse is rather fleet footed."

*The squire would give a soft heckle a smirk even, trying to use humor to ease his mind knowing the guys had no intentions of standing of against him. Just another person trying to find a quiet place away from the qualms of society. He'd put his sword away, and try a more civilized approach. It was an honest misunderstanding.*

"Hey man, Don't knock rock-skipping. Its an art, don't be bitter you don't know how to toss a rock."

*He'd pause for a moment as he squatted down to find another flat rock.*

"Ah? Go ahead, you can setup here. I'll be gone in a bit, I'm just trying to beat my highest. . . Which I believe was four.— Be at it for awhile now. So expectations aren't too high."

*The squire sigh, as he found a decent flat stone. He'd place the stone to his lips; kissing it, and mumbling about the number four. . . 

The squire would step back reeling his arm back to the side of his body, in one fluid motion he'd yank his forward and the stone would release from his hand spinning. The sound and sight of water swishing would send the squire in to erratic counting*

**"1...2...3...?...4...!—5...!...6...!...7—!"**

*The rock would seem to sharply dive down at the end. The squire would squeal gleeful*

"HAHA!— YES!—"
*He'd turn to man, rushing over to him nearly tripping. He stood next to him pointing to the stream*

"Did you see it—? DID YOU SEE IT?—Huh?— I think I counted eight—nine? I believe that was seven?— Your sudden appearance and presence may be good luck"

*The squire remarked*
Katherine
*Terrel would give a brief shake of his head out Lucrum's statement of rock skipping be an art. He saw it as nothing more than something to do out of boredom or frustration even. Not that he understood the actual skill behind it, simply saw it as either the rock skipped or it didn't. He'd watch as the squire would toss the rock, seeing it skip out seven times before sinking into the river. He had to admit it was rather impressive, though with Lucrum excitedly rushing over to him and yelling out at his accomplishment, he'd look over to him and say:*"You don't get out much do you?"

*At the mention of his appearance being good luck, he'd take a moment to think it over.*"Well if a pig is considered good fortune now, I'll add that to my list of hog quips."*He'd joke before eventually coming to sit down at the waters' edge. His horse would draw his head away as he had finished drinking, turning towards the Squire's horse as he would let out a whinny before trotting over.*

"So do you just come out here to skip rocks all day?"*He'd ask as he found his hand drawing over to one of the flatter stones. He'd simply hold it in his hand for the time being while he leaned back enjoy the forest for how it was for a moment. Wood Elves would have definitely enjoyed the place, but to him? It was simply relaxing with the loud bustling of the cities being distant to him. He was never much of a big city person, not growing up nor now, but having to visit them was simply part of his tasks to getting his job done.*