Lyguardia Fen<br/>County Road 923; Reedland, Utah<br/>Day 1, Evening<br/>Tagged: Oyohusa Adawehi<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Call me Iggy," she smiled warmly.<br/><br/>The driver door open, she allowed herself to watch quietly through the glass-less window, the small smile that spread across her lips likely to confuse. Where most would have been bewildered by the native's actions, this woman simply smiled a soft, trusting smile. Although she was not a woman of magics and sorcery, but one who held no belief in ghost stories, werewolves and pixies, she had grown to understand the workings of the Indian people. Having spent months under the 'rule' of a tribal chief allows one to become very well acquainted with various workings. Her smile of trust was simply from memory. Of course, during her first few weeks with the tribe, she was surely sentanced to death, but her kind heart and 'spirit' spared her life, allowing the woman to find herself in a sort of family within the tribe. It was unfortunate that her time there had to end.<br/><br/>She must have spaced out in her thoughts for when she snapped back to the man, he was taking up his belongings, swiftly finding room for them in the empty bed of the truck. Dipping her head down for a moment, she seemed to nod, whether with humor or understanding, her expression would not say. With a sigh she replaced the shirt in her back pocket to cover her torso, deciding driving into town half naked probably wouldn't be the best of ideas. The door came to a swift slam as she slid onto the leather seats, they someone containing only dust, rather than the tatters and dirt that old age and years of travel would normally have brought.<br/><br/>Without an ounce of hesitation the key found itself in the proper slot, twisting forward, unleashing the stallion that had been ignited within the old engine. The grin on her face revealed pearly whites, a sharp contrast against her skin tone. The roar of the truck gave the woman a comfort she had lost through the sputtering of the last few weeks, so she chose to enjoy it, allowing the drive into town to remain silent.<br/><br/>Barely half an hour later the two arrived at the Auto Repair Shop nestled between a fork in the road just on the edge of Reedland (she obviously chose to exhaust as much of the engine as she had remaining from Oyohusa's abilities). Unfortunately, the dark sky that raised her suspisions proved true as she glimpsed the larged 'CLOSED' sign in the window.<br/><br/>"Guess I'll have to leave 'er for the night. Come back to talk to someone in the morning." The vehicle was parked in one of the empty slots on the side of the building, the only light she could see coming from the Tavern and stop light a ways down the road. "So where to for you, Oyohusa?" She took the name informally, never once having used a sir, ma'am, or any virtue of a proper name in a good seven years, almost as if she couldn't bring herself to speaking in such a way again. Already standing beside the driver seat, she took to disassembling the old shot gun, simply to fit it into the duffle bag that now replaced her body on the leather. "Tavern looks decent," she murmurs, seemingly preoccupied, before a smirk flickers back to her lips. "Oh, and don't you think I'll be accepting of this whole 'silent' thing you've got going on, hun. You're forced to talk when you're around me,". Although her smile now seemed earnest, it held traces of curiosity towards his answer, if there even would be one. The woman couldn't stand people who chose to just keep to themselves, especially when they had fiery, rambunctious characters around them who just would not accept such a thing.<br/><br/>Finished with the snug situating of the weapon amongst her clothes, she held the duffle bag over her shoulder, watching the man intently. "So what's it gonna be?"