The man gave the young woman a nod when she decided she could do without the handkerchief. Strange wear, she said? Julian glanced down at himself and one corner of his lips curved up, bringing his lips into a smirk. As he was about to say something, the female kept speaking, asking one question after another. Her comment about himself not being with his crew made the man's left brow arch, her attitude eliciting a smile from him as he glanced down at his booted feet. He changed the angle of his position so that he was able to shift his eyes from between the woman and his belongings near the dark horse.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">“Not all women have to be frightened of what lies in the night...” </span></span><br/><br/>In response to the words the female whispered, Julian glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes and his smile faded away. He regarded her facial expressions with interest as they flourished into an emotion of excitement. The excitement glowing on her face was like a forest fire. He could not only sense it but smell it too. The sight was innocent and pure. Not manufactured or faked like most women in the bourgeoisie milieu where the man hailed from. Julian found himself shaking his head and approaching the woman again with a curiosity equaling to hers, but one less showing in his eyes.<span style="color: #80BFBF"><span style="font-style: italic">“You, m'lady, do ask many questions to a man who is but a complete stranger to you. While the latter is true, please do consider yourself to be in a safe company.”</span></span>Julian assured her while commenting amusingly. He eyed the woman up and down couple of times right before he pulled away, creating a large distance between the two.<br/><br/>Of all the strange things he saw, he still sensed no danger emanating from the woman. She must be who she was presenting herself as, a human being. Not a witch, not some shape-shifting werewolf or a bloodsucking night mare. His immense knowledge in the unknown could not fail him now, unless this woman was 'something' he had yet to encounter. If she needed his name though, she will have to answer some of his questions too. Give and receive. The Irish man was not very generous when it came to sharing information with strangers.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #80BFBF">“Over here, Miss. Curiosity is a lust of the mind and the wick in the candle of learning, and I will not deny you the answers you seek.”</span></span>Julian addressed her enthusiastically as he mentioned downwards with his hand towards the spot he inhabited with his frame. The brief motion of his hand was an invitation to the woman to come join him at a spot near the lamp and the large tree for comfort, and under the moonshine, glimmering white high above. He placed his diary back inside his travel bag and pulled out a secondary green wool blanket which he laid hurriedly on the grass for the woman. It was of course up to her to decide if she wished to join him or not.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BFBF"><span style="font-style: italic">“I have come from a very, very distant place. Do you wish to sit for a while and listen? That was my ship indeed. You mentioned that my outfit was strange to you and how it fits Misthaven, why is that? I am entirely dependent on the directions i have been given to reach the Enchanted Forest,”</span></span>Julian chuckled as he rose again to his feet and quested to snap dead branches from the trees in proximity while not distancing himself far away from the lady.<span style="color: #80BFBF"><span style="font-style: italic">“-be it dark treacherous place or not, Miss, I shall get there and I cannot shy away from its darkness. My motivation is passionately forged.”</span></span>Julian's loneliness away from his men lead him to be a little bit more chattier than how he usually carried himself in the company of women. Arrogant yet forthright about his approaches. Tonight, his mind might have been softened by the gentle presence of the female whose luxurious locks were as red as melted ruby.<br/><br/>Fuel, heat; oxygen and patience and that was all he needed to light a fire. The man fell slowly to his knees and white linen sleeves he rolled up. His desire-driven thoughts of the voyage to come ravished his mind as he busied himself with making a fire for his strange guest, and himself.<span style="color: #80BFBF"><span style="font-style: italic">“What about you? Why are you alone out here? Since you have seen my ship back at the port, then I suspect that you are not lost. Is Arendelle your home?”</span></span>He momentarily paused, grey-blue irises moved to give a sideways glance at the female while lips pursed slightly to blow gently on the bundle.