<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll353/JackieD0509/RPing%20Purposes/28523de4-870b-422f-814e-3c15c0ac228e_zpsde4844ac.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Moonlight above them. Trees whistling in the breeze. Crickets chirping all around them. Owls hooting in their nests, and little scavengers all over the ground, searching for something to eat. It was a very live night and she had not yet before been apart of it. If it weren't for the strange man in uniform that she was not used to, she would actually be diving into the wonders of the night time forest. Instead, she was faced with questions, and interpretations that had been wrong. Her eyes followed over his clothing. Yes...He matched the traveler type, but she still...she still thought that things weren't the same. She had seen plenty of males traveling from over seas. She had seen a million and one, but still...this million and two man stood there. The sword glimmered in the moonlight before he had put it away, making it disappear into it's sheath. She simply pressed her lips together, relieved the man had put away the sharp object. One that she could not fight back against since she had no weapon on her.<br/><br/>She was already scowling at herself for the lack of protection on her part.<br/><br/>Her eyes followed him as he bowed to her. She wasn't of an important name, but still, she felt rather pleased she had received such a notion. Curtsying to give the same respect, she bowed her head for a moment before she lifted her eyes to his when he finally parted his lips to give her an answer to her question. Speaking of the traveler, an outsider, he had hit her thought right on the mark. Sharp and well rounded did his words sound. It was lovely to her ears. She glanced back toward the way that she had come, her hand still tight on her skirts until she glanced back and the man was closing the distance between them, handing her a handkerchief. She touched her face in response, feeling a little bit foolish when felt the rough substance of dirt on her cheek. Wiping it off quickly with her hand, she shook her head.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00BFFF">I'd rather not dirty your handkerchief, but I do thank you for the gesture.</span></span>She said properly. Hoping that the dirt was from her face, she moved on to other questions that he had asked her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00BFFF">For a man of strange wear, I suppose it would be normal to go to Misthaven.</span></span>She knew of the place, but unknowing of where it location lie within the forest. She wasn't allowed here, since she always had to come in secret just to get away from the chaos of it all.<span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic"> Misthaven is not spoken of here rather often. People shy away from it. Darkness lies around there. Why is it that you seek such a place?</span></span>She was curious as to why the man had wanted to know her background and knowledge of the forest, when she wasn't aware of his purpose. Hearing his comment about a lady being out so late, mostly because she didn't have an escort, the woman's face began to twist.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00BFFF"> What is a man without his crew at this time of night?</span></span>She shouldn't probably be back talking such a man, but she was not sure of his reasoning here.<span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">Are you apart of the ship that had come in? One with the delightfully colored sails?</span></span>She wanted to know more about the outside world, of the man's knowledge of someone who had traveled great lengths. She hadn't been far from her home, a shame for soul who was so curious of the world.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00BFFF">Not all women have to be frightened of what lies in the night...</span></span>She whispered. Even though the forest was alive, she still didn't let it frighten her. Quickly dismissing her disappointment of his question, a feeling of excitement came over her emotions.<span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">What is your name, good sir?</span></span>