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Daevan stared down at Una. He bent slightly at the waist for a closer inspection. Huge green eyes, round face, shorter than most teenagers he knew, and still with baby pudge on her frame. Everything added up to a child - definitely not to a journeyman.

"Did you reach journeyman status very young?" he asked. It wasn't that he didn't believe her, just that it was so hard to doubt his own eyes. "You look..." he paused, sure that this was not going to make Una happy, "... twelve."

Twelve at the very most.

An index finger rubbed his nose, just as awkward as Una about the misunderstanding. Although, if she really was a journeyman, then seeing another Djardi likely would not result in anything other than more wasted time - and money. Money that Daevan did not have to spare.

"Maybe it will pass," he suggested, shrugging his shoulders. "We should wait and see before causing a panic."

Almost eighteen? Daevan's eyes were ready to pop out of his skull. He resisted the urge to check again if she was sure. Of course she was sure, it was her own age. Even his thick skull could get that.

"Uh, no," he stammered. His eyes flickered from side to side, startled at being asked if someone else was good or bad. History dictated that he be the one in that position, being told. He wouldn't wish it anyone else. "No, Una is fine being Una. Um."

He scratched behind one ear. Talk about embarrassing conversations for someone who normally hated to have them.

Una took advantage of his stunned state to leave in a whirlwind of activity and speech. Which matched with everything he'd seen of her since their meeting... was it only less than an hour ago? Part of him felt like he'd known her for far longer.

Bemused at the sudden departure, and advice for his health, Daevan turned back the way he'd originally been heading. He would be late back to the Ba'al camp, and no doubt facing a heavy load of teasing from his wife for lagging so far behind her. At least if she asked how his day had been, he had something interesting to tell her.

As he walked, his stomach began to settle. By the time he reached his own caravan, the feeling was gone entirely, leading him to dismiss it entirely. It would come back to haunt him another day.

A light jingling sound had followed Una as she walked upon the field, picking a particularly concealed place, as far away from others' gazes as she could. The chill night air still carried over the sounds of the nearby caravan, and hidden away from the other Ursari, the small Djardi turned a large , rusty, coppery looking bell in her hands. The artifact produced a healthy chiming sound as it moved, even despite it's rusted looks, ironically proving that it was the inside that mattered, not the outside. So long the inside of the bell was fine, it would always produce fine music.

Letting a soft sigh escape her lips, the sheep like Ursari ran her fingers over the metal surface, still producing that chiming sound every single time she moved; the bells attached to her clothes made sure that not one of her movements went wasted, as far as music went. For the first time in a very long time however, Ùna was pretty much ignoring the sound and was instead, focusing on her own thoughts. It was rare for her to take a moment to think, but the past few days, during which she'd been the protagonist of quite a few rumours had not made her feel quite up to par. Not because she felt bad that she was the protagonist of said rumours, but rather, that she'd fallen prey to believing them a while back, when they'd been about Loman. Now, after time spent around the other Djardi, she'd come to notice that they were all just that; rumours.

Her sisters had told her that the dark, blunt healer was eerie. That he locked himself up within his caravan and that he practiced with poisons, rather than with cures; that surely, this meant he was evil, and thus, subsequently, whomever married him would be doomed. Needless to say, being fated to marry the other Ursari meant she'd had to go meet him, and while it was true the male was blunt and perhaps just a bit too loud for his own good, he was not violent. It was also true that he tampered with poisons, but that did not mean he was particularly dangerous or that he had poisoned anyone, which meant that instantly, Ùna had felt horribly, horribly guilty for her previous dread and thoughts.

She still didn't want to marry him; true enough, but the reasons behind that thought had changed. In fact, the small sheep wasn't even quite sure why she didn't want to marry Loman, though thinking about the issue always brought forth Daevan's features into her mind's eye. Ùna had swiftly decided this was her mind's way of telling her she simply needed to go find her new friend and leave her problems behind. Today though, and after the tantrum she'd managed to throw within the Djardi camp, she didn't even feel like seeking out the Ba'al. She just wished to sit there and... well, she wasn't really sure what she wanted, at this point. Lightly, she gave the bell in her hands another shake, watching the pale moonlight reflect off from the few places the rust had not eaten up.

It was amusing to note that she had been so far out of it that she didn't even notice Daevan's approach. In fact, she didn't notice his presence till he spoke. Her reaction was comical; Ùna ears perked slightly and she jumped a bit, her hands losing their grip upon the large bell they'd been holding. The artifact in question fell off her lap then, landing with a soft 'clunk' like sound on the soft grass. For a moment it almost looked as if the girl was about to lie and tell him that everything was alright, that there was nothing to worry about.

Something within her snapped though, and rather than offering him the tirade she'd rehearsed in her mind, Ùna found herself whimpering pathetically, "I... no. I'm not," after a pause, during which she worried the edges of her dress, she continued, "I kind of... headbutted this girl. I... rammed my head into her. I think I might have kicked her too. I'm not sure," the words came out in a rush, a bit of a ramble. Needless to say, such confessions were weird coming from such a small, cheerful thing, alas, the lamb was not yet done, "I was so angry," she continued, "Then I was scolded and after that, I came here."

In her defense... well, actually, she didn't have anything to say in her defense, and that single notion made her look miserable as she looked up at him, "She was saying you were dirty and you never bathe... and I think she said other things, but I kind of was too busy ramming my head into her to remember..." the small Djardi began to worry her hands together as she finished her tirade. All in all, she didn't mind being the protagonist of rumours, but she'd swiftly found out that when they focused on Daeven, they sparked her temper. Despite that, no sooner had she gotten all that off her chest that she let out a sigh of relief, as if voicing all that out loud had made her feel quite a bit better, "That feels better."

Her eyes widened as he spoke, and she moved her arms, "No, no! You're not dirty! And... and you don't smell!" a pause, "At least not badly anyhow, that's why I was mad! It was a lie! And they've been tossing them at me all week,"she shut her mouth them, pretty much aware she was near sounding like a petulant child. All she had to do was stomp her foot for effect. Letting out a sigh, she ran a hand over her features, brushing away the unshed tears of her earlier frustration.

The pat on her arm seemed to wake her up from whatever dark crevice of her mind she seemed to be visiting and slowly, she turned to look up at him. The wheels and gears in her head began to move then, and the small Djardi found herself frowning in mild confusion, "Well... yes," the answer to his question was said slowly, with a bit of hesitation, "But I'm glad you found me, because I kind of feel better now," still, she had not yet deemed it the right time to open and peek into that particular can of worms. Even after a week, she had not yet explored on why it was his presence made her feel so much better. It was around that point that the metaphorical wheels in her mind made a particularly loud 'clunk', "But... how did you find me? No one else has found me... how did you know I was here?"

It was a particularly good question, really. It was amusing how they had managed to find each other, stumble into each other and otherwise simply gravitate around each other since that first meeting. The whys were not explored, but the fact it felt 'right', for whatever reason, was always present. Her hands stopped their restless movement against her garments and slowly reached out to take the large bell off the floor, flopping it back on her lap, where it jingled once more for all answer.

Well aware that she was being slightly illogical in her train of thought, the girl lowered her gaze back to the bell on her lap, giving it another mild poke. The chiming resounded just as Daevan's answer reached her ears, "My bells?" her eyes travelled up to gaze at him and then down to her lap, where the bell once more moved. For some reason, the idea that he'd managed to found that sound, trailing after it to find her, made her smile. The earlier problems were somewhat pushed aside to the back of her mind for the time being, giving way for the warmth she was so used to feeling around the Ba'al, "You followed my bells?" it made sense though; after all, Ùna was well aware she practically 'created' music whenever she moved. It was a fact she loved, for it always followed her... she was never alone thanks to it.

Again, the gears in her mind made a heavy clunk like sound as she pondered his words, "You mean... you were looking for me during the whole day?" for a moment, she sat still, and then, she took the large bell off from her lap, hoisting it up so she could offer it to him, "Here. I saw this and it reminded me of you. So I was going to give it to you," the large, rusty looking bell made another chiming sound as she held it up, "Because people say you look bad, and scary, but they just haven't looked inside. See? The bell makes the most beautiful sound, even though it looks bad. Because it's the inside what counts, not the outside."

Ùna would not have been able to tell anyone what had made her decide Daevan was not only not a threat, but desirable company. It was a feeling deep in her gut, and while she did not particularly understand it, she didn't seem in any rush to do so; it worked, it felt right... what was wrong with going along with her gut instinct? It was bound to be better than allowing herself to fall prey of rumours. She had decided for herself that she liked the tall, scary looking Ba'al, and thus, she went with her decision quite happily.

"You didn't?" her head tilted to one side as he tried to explain himself, her left ear twitching slightly forward. For some reason, the whole procedure made him look awkward and almost adorable (or... as 'adorable' as an Ursari like Daevan could be; the word didn't really seem to fit him at that well). However, despite that, Ùna felt she could very much sympathise with what he was saying because she'd had similar thing happen to her as of late, "That's similar to me. At times, I do things, and then I am reminded of you; that's what this bell was about," she pointed at it with a finger, then blinked, "Anyhow, I get reminded of you and I just go find you."

Her hands were once more used to worry at the edges of her skirt; a habit she seemed to have when she felt nervous. In her honest opinion, it was therapeutic, in a way. Even while occupied doing that (and thus chiming, due to the bells attached to her dress), she did not miss the expression on the Ba'al's face, "You're welcome," she told him in return, feeling the sensation of butterflies at the pit of her stomach return tenfold. Unlike him, as soon as she was complimented, the dark sheep lowered her head and blushed rather obviously, "I think you're a very good person too. It doesn't matter what others say."

So busy was she with her thinking and her grabbing at the edges of her skirt, comfortably sitting in the silence that had accommodated itself around them... that she jumped a bit when Daevan laughed. He rarely laughed, and Ùna's head immediately snapped up to watch him, a smile of her own curling at her lips, for something about laughter had always made her thing it was contagious. Maybe it could even be used as medicine, she reasoned in her mind, "Leife?" she paused, frowning in mild confusion, "Your Leife? ... what's a Leife?" it was clear she wasn't entirely on the same train of thought as he was, "You have lovers?" blushing mildly, she poked her hands together, mostly because, well, she didn't have a lover, and though scheduled to be married... she wasn't wasn't even sure what that meant she'd have to do. Despite her lack of knowledge, she didn't feel all too comfortable knowing that, and she squirmed slightly, her ears having dropped a notch at some unknown feeling that surged within her; it wasn't the one she was acostumed to having around Daevan, and she found she didn't like this one.