Nemea Character Post<br/>Time of day beginning post: 1 pm-ish<br/>Time of day ending post: 1 pm-ish<br/>Location beginning post: Outside the Bold Bison<br/>Location ending post: Outside the Bold Bison<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Sol, Holly<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? No<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/Nemea1.jpg)</div>Nemea looked positively surprised when Sol suggested that it would be better to remain outside during the storm - especially a storm that promised to be a terrible one, possibly with property damage and the like. He attempted to get that across to Sol as gently as he could. He understood her aversion to contact with others - his own sensibilities in that regard were similar to hers, but where she used caution to seemingly guide her actions, Nemea's curiosity seemed to guide his.<br/><br/>"The storm, though curious enough, also appears to be an intimidating one," he said, looking up at the sky. "I can sense the... the magic... about it, as if the storm itself is unnatural, or is born of magic. That could mean being amongst it when it strikes could be very dangerous, lady," he said, glancing over at Sol momentarily. "I would implore you to return inside with me - just to be safe," he said.<br/><br/>"If you choose to remain outside, though," he said moving to lean against the same structure she was leaning against, "Then I shall remain as well." He got as comfortable as he could, sitting near Sol - but not right next to her, making sure that she still had plenty of space from him. From all that he had read, some people and even some entire races didn't like others being so physically near them. So, he did his best not to crowd - especially given that he was only an hour or two removed from knocking poor Sol off her feet in the middle of the street.<br/><br/>Nemea's long snow-white locks swayed as he turned his head, though, to the sound of a new voice. It was loud, and rather surprising given the relative silence from the town around them. His eyes turned to gaze at the newcomer, curiosity instantly setting in the dim red-hued eyes as he gazed upon Hollywillow's gray bark-like skin. He noted that her clothing was apparently made from moss and bramble, and immediately he began to wonder what manner of creature this was that stood before him and Sol now.<br/><br/>When he noticed that the woman was addressing he and Sol, Nemea glanced at Sol, then turned back to the newcomer. "Greetings," he said in return. "Well-met, lady. How may we be of assistance?" he asked politely.