<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Ne%27iine_Vaenn.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ne'iine Vaenn<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Nae, Dluuni & Dat'aek'i (NPCs)<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Kayax Outskirts<br/><strong>When: </strong>TBD<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ne'iine watched the pups argue with fond eyes. Neither of them would likely ever make for good scouts. Too loud by nature and unable to feel the pulsing heartbeat of the Dyr that might have let them sneak properly. Yet she was pleased to see them even trying. Even if it did mean that her ears rang with their childish argument. She rolled her eyes as the two began to shove at each other, her unbloodied hang going to snag the collar of Dluuni's shirt so that he couldn't turn the fight into something more serious. Just as she was about to chide the still arguing pups a ripping sound caused them to fall quiet.<br/><br/>As if in unison, all three looked to the direction the sound had come from. Dark eyebrows rose as she took in the sight of Nae's chest, however small a sliver of it, and then her grey eyes rose to his face. He seemed as impassive as ever. For a moment everything was still, then he proffered the strip of cloth. Apparently he'd thought she needed to have her scrape bandaged. Enough so that he'd ripped one of his few shirts without a seeming care. Curiosity, ever present when she was around him, gripped her more firmly than ever before.<br/><br/>Dat'aek'i, free of a hand to hold her back, was the one who raced forward to gather the makeshift bandage. Ne'iine tightened her grip upon Dluuni's collar reflexively, causing the boy to stumble slightly when he tried to lunge after his friend. She had no doubt that if he'd been free, the two would be physically tussling over the scrap of cloth right now. Not that her hold stopped them from arguing with each other one more.<br/><br/>Ne'iine looked down to her hand, still bleeding sluggishly and every so often dripping a bit of crimson into the snow. There was a somewhat sizable hollow of pinkened snow beneath her. She really did need to bind it up. "Oi," she said, voice gentle but holding an edge of reprimand to it. Both the pups fell silent and stared at her, though she knew well enough that if she didn't speak soon they'd start in on each other. How the two remained friends was sometimes beyond her. "See how it's still bleeding? That means it's pretty deep and I could get an infection." Their horrified faces were well worth the melodrama she was infusing into her tone. "I think you all should run to the Shaman House and ask Danae what would help prevent infection and then come tell me, okay? That way I don't get sick."<br/><br/>"I'll go ask!" Dat'aek'i chirped. "Right now!" Ne'iine reached out and snagged the cloth from the girl's hand, though of course she hardly seemed to notice that it was gone. No, she was far too preoccupied with shoving Dluuni into the snow and then bolting toward the village proper. Dluuni was up and after her not too long after.<br/><br/>Rolling her grey eyes, Ne'iine pushed herself to her feet and walked toward Nae. "Thank you," she said quietly, knowing that with his sensitive hearing he'd hear her well enough. She'd been following after him for years, and she knew well enough that he didn't much like the constant noise of the village. "Do you have another shirt?"<br/><br/>Her mind was already darting to what she had in storage. She'd made many of her father's clothes, and there were some that she thought would fit Nae well. Not to mention the one she'd made only months ago, the one she'd stared at many a night with narrowed eyes and scowling lips, as if trying to decide whether to burn it. That shirt she hid from even Na'aay. It had been a lark and too many nights spent alone, crouched by the fire with a bone needle and the best materials she could find, laughing at jokes and joining in banter but really concentrating on what she was doing. A<em>stupid</em>lark.<br/><br/>As she waited for his answer, she began bandaging her hand with nimble fingers. Once it was mostly wrapped, she was forced to use her teeth to help anchor some of it so she might tie it off. She might have asked him, but she wasn't sure she could deal with being so close to him without turning utterly stupid. It was already unusual enough for her to come this close. "You're working on something new?"