OOC: Keepin things vague after the fight with Dea since Cael definitely has a scar but I have yet to decide what it'll look like lol.

Honestly she probably should have counted herself lucky that she had her vision and most of her body pretty well intact after starting shit with that stupid abraxas-loving woman. Granted, Caelestis didn't feel nearly as bad about the whole thing as she maybe should have. Mh... Yeah she didn't regret it at all, really. It was still stupid of her and she knew that but- whatever, she didn't need to explain herself. In a huff she'd left the territory after receiving the absolute bare minimum in wound care for the nasty cut across her face that was almost certainly going to turn into a scar. Not that she cared. In fact, Cael was pretty sure she'd look cool as heck with a scar. Maybe she would say she slayed a rabid beast and got the scar in the intense battle. That sounded pretty awesome. Lounging beneath the willows was as close as Caelestis was prepared to get to visiting the site of her mothers death. That particular wound was fresher than the one across her face, which was why she'd needed to escape again. It had rained briefly that morning, the grass was still a bit damp and although it made rolling about on the ground a little less pleasant, Caelestis was happy to have a break from the summer weather. Glancing into a puddle by her paws, she heaved a sigh. It felt like a slow day today. She hated slow, boring days. Made it harder to distract herself. Walk. "Speak!" "Think."

this place was totally new after the tall grassy meadow. he may not be one of those do-gooder adventure types, but he was damn sure he could easily log the steps he had taken to make his way back. a meadow was hard to miss, after all. Puck wasn't entirely sure where he entered this land. it had been a few days now and not knowing where each place was didn't help. he could chalk it up to being a total newbie. he could also chalk it up to 'he really doesn't give a crap'. he had traveled for most of his life so far. what was the harm in a little more? as he moved as quietly as he could, that illusion was broken as he began to whistle. crap. wasn't he supposed to be cautious in a new place? oh well. not like he couldn't handle himself if push came to shove.

the tune was an old one. a telling of the old earth sprites that did something he couldn't remember. he didn't really want to anyway. it was just a little tune. he didn't need the words. his mother used to sing to him, and try as she might he wasn't the most musically inclined. the fae folk, the fair folk... that was all it was. fairies. earth sprites, them all. that's why he had been called his name, after all. or rather he was inspired by her stories of the folk and took it for himself. he had been named something else. something that he had shaken as soon as he could. it made no sense for him to linger in the past, though the past was often a home for fond memories. so that's basically his superhero origin story. Puck was Puck. self-named. the whole shebang.

movement ahead alerted him before the scent of a female drifted toward him. was that his imagination or was there a hint of blood? being the gentleman he was, he walked forward to see what was up. he couldn't in good conscience leave a lady alone to her injuries. the smell, however, was very faint. but upon closer inspection of the woman's incoming frame, he could tell she had the makings of someone that had been in a fight. she had jerked him out of his thoughts, and for that, he had to thank her. "hey hey hey" he beamed upon coming into her sight, rounding her body from a safe distance to stand in front of her. she was a pretty thing, if truth be told, all the colors of autumn. "wouldn't happen to live here, would ya? I'm pretty lost." he said all this rather cheerfully. as if being lost wasn't a concern for him.
 

If she didn't know any better she might just start to get suspicious of the speed with which her silent wishes for company were answered. The sound of paws on soft earth getting closer alerted her to the presence of the stranger before anything else. One of her white-tipped ears flicked in his direction and when he got close she swept her critical gaze over him for a moment before scoffing. "Hey yourself." Deciding whether the fact that he seemed to have been steeped in unearned confidence was irritating or amusing was no easy task. Cael knew even before she pulled herself to a standing position that the man was shorter than her. That fact alone elicited a faint hint of a smirk. "Is that your way of asking for help, or did you just wanna open with the fact that you're new and directionally challenged?" she chuckled, raising a brow as she met his multicolored gaze and rocked back into a bow to stretch out the tense muscles of her shoulders. Walk. "Speak!" "Think."

it took a lot for him to actually be upset with someone. and sadly, if she was looking for a rise, she wouldn't get it. she was so far down his radar right now that it didn't matter what she said. she could tell him he looked like a fish - that was the politest wording he could use without swearing - and he still would grin. instead of anger at her words, offenses and all, the young man barked laughter. "directionally challenged! that's a new one. props for that" Puck sneered in good humor. did he care that she also looked at him as if gloating her size? well, that really didn't matter to him either. he was as his folks made him. it was their fault he was shorter than the lady, and he had been raised to respect his parents. no venom was toward them.

oh boy. this one was a little spitfire, eh? aside from the fact she was pretty, she had quite the little tongue on her. that much was clear. he could say what he liked and she'd give a sharp reply back. that was also certain. "can't it be both?" he added with a tilt of his head "I mean, why the hell can't you say I'm both clueless and lost?" he was too cheerful to be insulted by some random person. a person he'd probably never, ever see again. nope, life was worth living and not fretting over. his poor sensitive man feelings were too guarded to be taken down a notch. he also wasn't going to beg for help, so if she was looking for that, she'd be out of luck. Puck glanced away, chuckling to himself. " and as a less clueless and lost person, are ya gonna put up with me askin' some stupid-ass questions? or should I look somewhere else, eh?"
 

Hm... it wasn't terribly often that she met someone who both took her fiery attitude in stride and shot back with equal measure. Not bad. In fact, her lopsided smile grew a bit wider. "Oh, I'd never doubt anyone's ability to be many things at once." He could be plenty, in addition to lost and clueless.

After a moment of feigning serious consideration, she shrugged and said, "I suppose I could answer a few stupid questions just this once." He was amusing. Maybe she liked it when a guy managed to be funny and upbeat enough to put up with a not so warm welcome. "But if you have more than five questions you have to go on an adventure with me. Those are my terms," she asserted with a serious expresion. Her tail wagged gently as she pushed past the prickly attitude shed been adopting temporarily.

lucky for her, then, that he didn't take things personally. unless you really fucked him over, someone can always be in for a good conversation with him. he did notice a change in her outer core personality though, and he went on grinning but said nothing. goodie gumdrops. he managed to pierce that outer layer. "that's a smart way of lookin' at things" he added "labels, man. labels are terribad" he didn't like 'em, himself, but knew that some people used them to pinpoint things. he could appreciate that, in essence, without getting worked up about things. but he did manage to sneak a compliment in there. she was smart? yes, she'd have to be to survive this long. or part of the local packs, that is, for continual survival. Puck wasn't one for packs but he didn't rightly care if someone else was a part of one or not. as long as they were a decent person at their core, he didn't think it mattered. so far this lady had given him nothing. no warning signals, that is. sure she may be a bit frosty but the ice was as great as fire. the young man hummed outwardly before a roll of his shoulders signaled his settling down. he lay his haunches back on the ground, mindful of the puddle between them. "lady, you drive a hard bargain" his mournfully dramatic tune was joking, of course, "lucky for you I can't say no to a pretty face" he gave a wink in her general direction "a'ight... first question. where the heckity hoo am I? like, name, please. I doubt I'm in Kansas anymore." "Speech" Walk. "You." 'Think.'

His compliment didn't really land, but that was fine, he was doing well enough so far anyway. That foul mood that was plaguing her wasn't necessarily gone, but for the time being it had moved aside as her focus landed solely on this new wolf who she was beginning to find oddly likable. "The worst," she agreed with a smirk. Watching as he settled in for what she assumed might not be a short conversation, her smile reached her eyes for once and for the slightest moment it even appeared genuine. Whether the apparent flirting was getting to her or she simply was glad for a change of pace where she could interact with someone who was entertaining remained to be seen. "So lucky," she mumbled under her breath with a shake of her head though the smile remained and soon she chuckled softly. Now that was an easy enough question she supposed. "Well, this continent is called Boreas. It's huge, I haven't seen even close to all of it and exploring's all I do." Really she ought to do more of that exploring if she was going to make good on her childhood goals of seeing the world and being the best explorer ever. Luckily Cael was still most definitely filled with enough youthful spirit to fully intend to do just that. "I've also heard that there is a second continent to the south, it's called Auster. But I'd be careful going there if I were you..." she cautioned, gaze falling to the ground for a moment. The Abraxas lived there. That Malleus and the rest of them that took so much. Yeah, Cael was pretty sure she'd leave exploring there for dead last on the agenda. Walk. "Speak!" "Think."