Nemea Character Post<br/>Time of day beginning post: Noonish<br/>Time of day ending post: Noonish<br/>Location beginning post: Outside the Bold Bison Inn<br/>Location ending post: Outside the Bold Bison Inn<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Sol<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? No<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/Nemea1.jpg)</div><br/>Nemea had heard her type of response before, and in fact had used her type of response himself many times: Denial. He recognized it in her voice, and usually such a tone was used when the person was being defensive - or simply did not wish to speak about their true feelings. All the books he had read on the subject couldn't be wrong.<br/><br/>"Corann isn't a bad person, I don't think. He seemed to genuinely care for your well-being. I do not think he would carelessly get anyone hurt, the least of which being himself. He doesn't seem like the suicidal type to me, though... But his choice of clothing, or at least color-selection, could use some help, I think. There<em>are</em>some bad areas of some cities where dressing like that<em>would</em>be considered... suicidal," he smiled at her.<br/><br/>At her later comments, though, his brow furrowed. "People aren't -always- trouble, Solfiria. Some are, some aren't. But if you assume everyone is, then you miss out on the fun and joy provided by the ones who aren't. Don't you enjoy company? The presence of others? Why are you here in Dulon's Landing if not for that? I wager you could find everything you'd need to survive outside of town. I've read of countless hermits who make their way in the wilds without ever seeing another person. Some say they start to turn green like the flora around them, and that's why their bodies are never found - they eventually turn into trees or other flora or fauna."<br/><br/>Her last words made him bite his lower lip for a moment. He glanced around to make sure they weren't being watched before he spoke again, more gentle this time. "I think we both know that's not true - that you have nothing to offer, that you have no magic," he said. "I suppose - like me - you're simply trying not to draw attention to yourself. Perhaps you're hiding. Perhaps you're running from someone - or something. And perhaps it's none of my business," he shrugged. "But I get the feeling I am in a similar boat as you are, and I sure wouldn't mind having at least one friend, cause I don't know a soul within a thousand leagues."<br/><br/>Nemea watched her dig through her pack, wondering if she was even listening. He figured he'd give it a shot, try to befriend the reclusive woman before she simply vanished. But, he knew he couldn't force the issue. She'd leave, or she'd stay, but in the end if would be her choice. He didn't get too close to where she sat, not wanting to frighten her of course, though he did look up at the sky a few times. It was magnificent, and his curiosity to see what would happen only continued to grow as the day wore on and the skies became more angry.<br/><br/>"But... if you're really wanting solitude, I get that. Just say the word and I'll leave ya be."<br/><br/><br/><br/>