Suzanne
The peak of confusion is something most might gladly steer clear of, but for some it's unavoidable; for a man, recently dismounted from his horse to allow it a temporary graze, such might have been evident. He held an unfirled spread of parchment before his mug, his eyes narrowed and nestled in a visage full of frustration; over the course of the next few seconds, that expression grew more fervent. Eventually, the boiling point would be reached and the man bursts out whilst simultaneously smashing the parchment against his face, **"Why- do- map- makers- hate- me-?"** Each word split by the various impacts sustained. His shoulders slumped, a groan escaped his maw and he turned towards his steed who was side-eyeing its rider curiously, **"Don't look at me like that."** He approached the black warhorse, pocketing the parchment and beginning to pat the beast's head, **"Arwin doesn't sound like the name of a good cartographer anyways..."**
Sarah
*Such a peculiar day it has been. It was ever more eventful than what Dušana was familiar with. First, the meeting with the two strangers. Second, the mugging that occurred at the merchants district. Then finally, the discussion with the Kitsune. Quite ordinarily, the young Elf was habituated with the routine of going and coming back home without halting. Albeit, it appears that today was of disparity.* 

*Dušana's shoulders raised and fell as she released a steady breath. A slight smile drawing at her lips as she pondered over the events that transpired.* 'Curious indeed.' 

*Well, the day was coming to an end. Dušana was needed to be speedily if she wished to be home prior to the sun setting. Thus, onward she went. Quickening her pace as she adjusted the pouch that lay on her right shoulder.*

"Why-do-map-makers-hate-me-?" 

*The words brought a furrow to the elf's brow. 'Who ever could that be?' The question was presently answered as Dušana perceived the sight of a man and his steed.*

'Perhaps, the day's not over with yet.' *Thought she as she observed the situation in its entirety. It was patent that the man was troubled. So troubled that he even began to... Speak with his horse? Oh, nevermind that. At one point or another Dušana had to admit, she's done so of the same. For animals are immensely benevolent beings and are commonly misinterpreted. They make a good listener and friend if one is open to it.*

*Allowing a moment to pass, Dušana stepped fourth. The man would then perceive her from his peripheral vision. To him, she wouldn't appear malicious. If anything, she seemed rather gentle. With her countenance carrying soft, azure colored eyes. A gentle smile to her naturally reddened lips. Her nose small however upturned. Her skin hue was that of a pale fawn. Finally, her tress was the most eccentric detail there was. Halting just at the beginning of her hips, the color was a pastel lavender.*

"Excuse me,"
*She uplifted her left hand as she slowly approached the man and his steed.*
"Do you need any help? Pardon me, I don't mean to intrude. It's just that I heard you and it sounded like you were in need of some help?"
Suzanne
He stroked down the horses head towards his nose and was about to indulge the beast with an apple he produces from the saddlebag before a voice roused him from his tending. He turns his head towards the source, **"Be ca-"** He was surely about to scold the individual for being so abrupt, as he clearly didn't register her within his periphery due to how focused he was on the steed, then his lips froze before the sentence even gathered steam. His eyes cast back to his horse, **"Daydreaming, Enno... Daydreaming. It's the sun! Has to be, the horse too; s'a cursed horse you are, Buck-"** He seemed rather clear in tone, while he was conversing with himself, he didn't show any signs of lunacy with his speech pattern. 

Eventually, he would look back at the woman, **"All Gods, known and unknown, Buck-"** He regards the horse once more, curling his arms under the beast's jaw and staring him in that beady, albeit patient black orb, **"She's not a figment, two months! Buck, two months and now I have someone who can actually talk back!"** He seemed to be passively insulting the horse's conversational etiquette, or lack thereof; he would then, thusly, turn towards the Wood Elf and nod his head apologetically, **"You're a saving grace, My Lady; your beauty shines brighter than the midday sun could ever hope to, positively radiant,"** There is pause to his heavy hitting, albeit honest words before he addresses her visually, **"I deepest, sincerest apologies; I know I may seem crazed, but I swear I am merely a social butterfly who hasn't stretched his wings in a few months."**
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He holds his right hand up to his chest, crossing his frame and onto his heart, **"To make up for such a lame and awkward meeting, my name; I am Enno. A roving salesman, selling his skills to locals; nobles, paupers, priests, and absolutely, to fair maidens such as yourself-"** Another brief pause before he flushes, **"I'm not a prostitute, a hunter; a baker too, an odd jobber really!"** He exclaims hurriedly, despite the very real possibility that she wouldn't have gathered such a vulgar profession from his 'sales pitch'.
Sarah
*Just the moment he was about warn her, Dušana froze within place. Surely, she hadn't meant to startle the man. Only, she was just curious. Hence, she began to withdraw a step back. Already wanting to apologize for her suddenness.*

*However, the moment his line of sight came upon her, and he commenced his babbling—Dušana's demeanor altered. Not tragically, of course. Albeit, just slightly. It was evident just by the way her shoulders raised and her brows ever so lightly furrowed that she was indeed stunned. Quite commonly, she composed herself quite nicely. Albeit, this man caught her off guard.*

*From then, she only Listened to the stranger thoroughly word for word. What caught her attention the most however, was how he evinced his feelings of prolonged isolation. Goodness, had this poor soul really been alone for all that time? Dušana felt profound sympathy for the stranger's misfortune. To be alone is... Atrocious. The young elf couldn't even begin to wrap her head around how that must of felt. This pity never manifested itself upon her countenance nonetheless. If anything, her expression was seemingly neutral.*

*His speech began to make sense when he declared his apologies. It was then that Dušana's manner reverted back to it's calmed state. As her shoulders lowered, she pursed her lips. Now only just listening to the man and his introductions.*
'He surely does have a lot to say.' *She mentally noted.*

*By the time his introductions came to a conclusion, the corner of the elf's lips twitched up slightly. A gradual smile then painted itself upon her lips. This followed by a light, almost inaudible laugh. He was a rather eccentric character. How he spoke, the way he carried himself. It was all so amusing to the wood elf. To prove that, she raised a hand to conceal the little laugh that escaped her lips.*

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Enno," *She said as she withdrew the hand away. Allowing it to fall at her side.*
"And do not worry. I never thought of you of like that."

*Though this man was amusing, Dušana never offered him her name due to the reason being that she was wary. He was still a stranger after all. She didn't know him absolutely. Instead, she allowed her gaze to roam over the entirety of his steed. Her smile still proceeding.*

"You are a salesperson? What skills are you most practiced in? If not minding of my asking, of course. Lovely horse by the way."
Suzanne
**"You are quite nice, but please; you needn't be ashamed of admitting how odd I am, I take it in stride, granted I am most certainly not the _bad_ form of odd."** He would be coaxed into sparing another compliment, **"I am happy that it allowed me to see such a worthwhile smile, regardless."** His own lips curved into one as a result and he didn't seem to mind, or even notice she hadn't introduced herself; if anything, he was ecstatic just to be in the vicinity of someone who could voice their thoughts, **"A salesperson, aye; I've built up a confidence in my marksmanship,"** He pauses momentarily to gesture to the saddle atop the horse, where a bow was leashed snug to a ringlet, **"I'm more of the persuasion to hunt game and other such; though I've also tended to serve as a courier for some folk."**

He would look back at her, despite having caught an eyeful of her a few times now, strangely he found it more difficult to keep his gaze leveled on her, **"Pardon if I seem a awestruck fool. I don't mean to drown you in flattery; I would have been elated over any meeting, but I certainly wasn't prepared, _mentally_, for this. I've never seen-"** He trails off, **"I've heard of Elves, but where I hail from, there were none... Tales of-"** Another hopeless meandering with his words, betraying his previous forwardness; his continuation would be accompanied by a gesture towards her, **"I am not a skeptical fellow, but I feel as though I may fumble over my words if I stare too long; forgive me. I'm sure you must get it a lot, I don't doubt one could get annoyed by being told how captivating they are so often."**
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He squares his shoulders, then looks towards Buck, just now recalling her compliment, **"Him? He's been with me since he was a colt! Was there when he was born too, we've practically grown up together. While I'm sure there are some who might be faster and stronger, but none could be more loyal to me."** He seemed quite proud of the stallion, so much so that his recanting of their bond drew him to pat the steed's head a few more times.
Sarah
*As Enno carried on with his words, Dušana merely attended to him. What struck her the most, however, was when the man mentioned his unfamiliarity with the species of Elves. It seems to be that the more this stranger and her spoke, the more mystifying he became by the minute. She wanted to question where he had inhabited to make him so unacquainted with her species. Although, she found it wasn't her business to ask. The duo had only just met. Thus, it would be improper. That said, Dušana proceeded to listen to the man and what he had to say. And by the end of it all; she was at a loss for words.*

*A few seconds of silence passed between the man and the elf. Within the midst of it, Dušana had brought her arms behind her back and interlocked her hands. She toyed with her fingers as she allowed her line of sight to meet with the man. From then, she studied him in his entirety. The two were awfully dissimilar. Whereas he was more vocal, she was more reserved. Such a dissimilarity was what brought Dušana to her quietude. For, though she wouldn't openly admit this, she respected the man's outspokenness. Commonly, individuals concealed themselves behind a mask. Never truly showing just who they exactly are. It was hugely rare to find someone who was audacious enough to wear nothing but a clear show of who they were. And it seems to be that Dušana met one of the very few.* -

*To say she admired the man was perhaps a bit too extreme considering their recent introductions. Albeit, she couldn't help but appreciate his forthrightness.*

*As she inhaled a steady breath, the elf's shoulders raised. All the while she looked beyond the man to the now setting sun.*
"No, Enno. It is you who is too kind. Your flattery is the first of its kind if I must be honest."
*Drawing her gaze back onto the man before her, she released her hands from their fold, to instead, transfer them to cross at her chest.*
"Thank you, for your kind words. Surely I do greatly appreciate it."

*The elf then guided her eyes to look back upon the steed. It made sense that they had been practically raised with one another. Like puzzle pieces, they seemed to fit when they were together. Almost as if they were one.*
"I can see you both have grown to be great friends. It isn't often that you see that. Really, all most folks seem to do is treat these exquisite creatures as if they were below them. Only useful for their journeys. Nothing more. But this-"
*The young elf jutted her chin in the direction of the bow that situated in its ringlet.* "Had you made that yourself?" 

*Being a carpenter; this area fascinated her the most. Though she was mediocre; she had practiced most of her life learning the dexterity of molding wood to into something more. Hence, seeing this bow brought her pure joy.*