The boldly masked man had stowed his cart on solid ground before making his way to the glittering beach. It was only an inkling that had sent him down this particular fork in the road, away from familiar trading routes and into the unknown. If he was honest, he thought himself far too old by now to break familiar habits, but what sort of friend would he have been if he didn’t check it out? A smirk touched the edge of his lips, then again, things had been a bit heated in his usual haunts. The change was due.

Golden eyes narrowed against the first hint of sunlight, illuminating the outline of a distant island. If his hunch was right, and one was here, there would undoubtedly be others, and if a lazy shit like him had made it this far? Well, he certainly wouldn’t be the first, but would he be the last? Doubtful. A yawn, and a stretch, bowing to greet the rising sun. Was it too early for a drink?

"speech".

so where’s the writing on the wall?

Again, the purple lady was drawn to the obisidian beach, with all the unfamilaries of these lands she felt comforts in going back to what she knew. The breeze would caress her purple locks as the rays of the golden sun hit her curvy body. The day was nice and peaceful and she hoped to take prime opportunity to enjoy the beach alone. Her paws would carry her across the soft sand, just shy of the waters, not yet fancying to get wet as she often did. As she ventured along the beach she would see a man in the distanced, splashed in a variety of colours that made him stand out, much like her. She would smile, deciding it wouldn't help to say hello, it seemed he too was alone and as she approached closer he didn't smell as tho he belonged to a pack. She came up from behind him, which may of not been the smartest move, but would stay a little distance away "Hey there, beautiful say huh?" She would murmur, before closing her eyes for just a moment, taking in the sun "I'm Adelphie"

He heard paws crunching on the gritty sand behind him, but didn’t immediately respond. If it was one of the clan, well, he wouldn’t expect to hear them coming, so he decided whoever it was, was likely no threat to him. An ear turned when a feminine voice crossed the distance between them, his head turning with a tilt to take her in. His surprise was hardly masked, a brow raising at the vibrant purple of her coat. He had of course seen those marked like the sakura at home, and there were no shortage of vibrant oranges, golds and blacks, but purple? He allowed a smile to tug at the corner of his mouth, half lidding his eyes more sleepily now he had processed her appearance.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with other groups, and how readily they trusted and gave out names. He very much doubted she had a job for him, she didn’t carry herself with that same wary, twitchiness of one that knew just what his coat marked him for. He supposed it was only polite to offer his own name back, especially if he intended on passing as a trader in these lands. He finally turned to face the woman, his shoulders slumped, and eyes still half lidded, giving the man the appearance of being half asleep. "You can call me Kyoichiro, or just Kyo if that is too much of a mouthful." This time his smile made it to both sides of his mouth. "You must forgive my surprise, it’s not often I get blessed with such a stunning sight before the sun has even reached its peak." He spoke the language more smoothly than others might, his voice deep and rich, and carrying just a hint of arrogance to give him away. Flattery was all part of good business after all.

"speech".

so where’s the writing on the wall?

It seemed as she approached closer he was not fazed by a stranger lurking.... he was either entirely unbothered of over confident? Never the less she would simply watch him, taking in his subtle movements and for a moment gazing upon her, if she wasn't mistaken he seemed to gawk at her appearance. She was often used to this, wolves often finding her strange and unusual, however by the splashes of colour displayed upon him she was surprised that he would even consider her unusual. As silence built between them he would finally give a name, a smile touching both of their lips. She would sigh, before daring to edge closer to him, but not too close... not trusting a stranger to suddenly change their tune. A laugh would slip her lips, it seemed he had the art of flattery! Del was clearly learning not to be fooled. "Well, it would seem you know how to chat up a lady" she would raise a brow daringly, again taking another step closer where only a couple meters would stand before them. "How many women have you won over with flatter" not as though he would need it, the unique placement of his colours made him rather tasteful "Are you from around here? You seem as though you are tired."

Kyo may not have been as deceptive as others from his homeland, specialising more in information than blood, but often information was required before final payments would be made. There was a roguish edge to the smirk he offered to her accusations, an innocent Who? Me? expression quickly taking it’s place. "You wound me! Traders tend to have an eye for pretty things, wouldn’t do much business without it." He offered offhand, redirecting away from her question about how many women he had won over (a true gentleman never kissed and told, and at least half of those times he was almost certain he was too drunk to remember with much clarity anyway).

When questions turned to home, well, it couldn’t hurt to put his own feelers out. "I come from far away, though on the trail of others, I was given a message to deliver. We tend to stand out..." a casual tip of his head to the splashes that lined his flanks, indicating what he meant. It wasn’t phrased as a question, though he left room for her to answer it if she chose to do so. "Truth be told I’m more hungover than tired." He finally answered with a self-depreciative chuckle. "Have you ever tried sake?"

"speech".

so where’s the writing on the wall?