She seemed very hesitant to talk to him at all, probably because she was out in the middle of nowhere, and here came this odd looking elf, carrying food, claiming to take over her camp. He let her go on talking. Yes she was worried about who he was, and what he was doing out there. But first she ate. "Food always does one good, and I've been without for days, hence-" HE took a bite." The dinner. You're welcome to more Miss..." She then asked his name, " Forgive me. He stopped and placed his forefinger and middle finger to how brow before inclining his head, "Riedon Atlasswood." As if it was special, that she would know that he was prince of a dead people, being way out here in the middle of nowhere, "There was a fire, I  assumed that it would be okay, because no one was actually here anymore, as if someone got careless, and decided to leave the fire after they took what was needed"<br/><br/>Riedon went back to eating, in near silence as he said this, enjoying the taste of his food, and grabbing another leg. and began to eat it slowly, " But when you're out chasing something that doesn't stay on the beaten path." He said eating more, "Rarely do you either." He finished taking another bite, " Why is someone so well defined as yourself out here all alone so far off the beaten path?" He asked while finishing the meat he was working on, and pushing the bone into the flames. He watched the flames lick up the bone, cleaning it off completely, as if to make sure it left no traces of anything that could draw animals to them, if the fire were to die down. "And may I know your name? Hut Lady seems disrespectful. and I don't enjoy being disrespectful to people I've currently met." He said as he turned his steel blue gaze back to her.<br/><br/>He seemed curious about her wants to be out here all alone, " I can go if you'd prefer, but i needed food. and when I seen you had returned, i felt rude not to offer what extra I would have to the Original camper here at this make shift little gathering." He said with another bow of his head. He reached for his pack and pulled out a rather oddly folded parchment, and something to write with, as he unfolded it, it was a map of the area. with a bunch of  writing on it, over tree, 'X's and question marks going down the side, anecdotes written all over it.<br/><br/>If she was watching he had drawn a  huge tree, with a symbol or two she had written down somewhere showing on the tree. It was circled with a question mark, and the only circle on the side of the page, had a large paragraph written inside it as well. as if to say something about the tree. Little to his knowledge it was Transcendent Fae writing, saying Demon's return. He wasn't  sure how to read Fae, but he knew it when he seen it. He could tell Fae writing from other languages, it held its own power.<br/><br/>"You're welcome to more food, but i'll be packing it, and taking it for my travels when you finish." He spoke as if her company was irrelevant to what he was doing. with all the markings on the map, is that what he was doing? Choreographing the land? One could never  be sure what Riedon was doing, he lost track of it himself more often than not, until he picked up trail of his father.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="376" data-username="@EchoOfADream" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/376/">@EchoOfADream</a>