Traveling Wanderer
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Quietly the male groaned, mentally slapping himself for being such a fool but not fully thinking out this little project of his. It was actually a pretty good idea, making a raised bedding spot to rest rather than finding an abandoned den from a larger creature and using that. Half of a failure perhaps, for it did give way beneath him but it only gave Deivad more ideas and a better thought into how he could make it better for the next time he decided to rebuild it.
The longer he lay there, despite the bit of pain from falling, his mood didn't really go sour, it actually seemed to improve a bit. His skull began to rock from side to side in a slow manner, but paused once he heard something approaching. Ears raised from his head and swiveled around in the direction the steps were coming from, his head following it moments after to allow his lightly colored jade eyes to fall upon a woman with snow white fur and sapphire eyes with what appeared to have flecks of color. Quickly his attention went to the marking upon her forehead, an oddly shaped, colored marking. Interesting...
Caught up by this new thing the man almost didn't catch what the woman had said, head jerking back and eyes blinking to refocus in just as she said alright. Alright, was she asking if he was alright? His brow raised, questioning what she said briefly before straight up agreeing with his original question. ”Yeah, perfectly fine.” He spoke up with a toothy grin and shake of his head, what sounded like a short chuckle slipping from his jaws as he began to lift the front half of his body from the ground. Chest shifted from left to right with a mumbled growl, eyes narrowing at a slice of pain that webbed across his heart.
Deivad was just about to ask the woman about her lovely accent, something he didn't really come across before, but just as he was fully sitting about and lips about to form words she was off trotting towards one of the trees. Head tilted at this, wondering what the woman was doing up until she came back over and dropped what looked to be a piece of the tree's bark, telling him to chew then swallow the juice to help with any pain, following up with her name. ”Oh... um, thank you... Kavdaya, of the Nomads.” He paused while addressing her, wondering about the nomad part. A title from her pack? He tried to sniff the air discreetly in an attempt to catch her scent for any signs of a pack and within seconds he couldn't identify one.
”Thanks but I don't really need it, I kind of just, soooort of dropped from these here woven branches.” He motioned behind him with a nervous chuckle, feeling like such a goof since she was trying to give him some kind of herb to help with what she might have thought was a serious injury where it was needed. ”I didn't really think this one through.” He looked back at the branches and gave a small shake of his head, the girn still there even as he turned back to the woman and dipped his head. ”The name's Deivad.” |