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Heron watches his sister succumbs to her giggle fit. He shakes his head, telling himself not to think too hard about what it is she is laughing about. At the same time, though, he couldn't help being curious.

"And just what is so funny? Surely you don't find the idea of your dear brother being scared out of his wits amusing, do you?"

"I would never laugh if you were really afraid." She tells him, sobering faintly but only for a moment. Nae Nae giggles again, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

"It was more the way that Aerith is going to beat you when she figures out you were checking out her keester..." She confesses, her eyes dancing with mirth. "It's because her hair is blue too, isn't it?"

I am a leaf on the wind...

Heron blushes, he averts his eyes from Naelonni. I an attempt to maintain his composure, he clears his throat. "As a matter of fact, no. It is not because we both have blue hair. Aerith is a stunning beauty, and I was intoxicated by her mere presence."

Standing tall on her tiptoes, she places her hand over her heart and raises her eyes towards the sky. "I was intoxicated by her mere presence." She mimics, her arms swaying dramatically as she gives it her best wooing voice.

Shaking her head, Nae snickers again while picking up the next box to hand over to him.

"Do you have any idea how silly that sounds? The only girls who like boys that talk like that are those flashy noble girls who hover around the knight's practice yard. They pretend to drop their hankies on the ground, then bat their eyes and coo when some boy scoops it up for them."

"You don't want a girl like that, do you?"

I am a leaf on the wind...

Heron playfully shoots her a dirty glare and snatches the box out of her hand, "As a matter of fact no, I wouldn't want a girl like that. Those bubbly rich maidens who attended class with us were absolutely unapproachable. I don't see how any man would desire one of them."

He places the box in the cupboard with other ones that look alike and muses for a bit. "I know I must sound silly when I talk like that, but there's something different about her. Although a fat load of good it's going to do me, she's our senior. I highly doubt that Kae'dryn Ishtarelm is going to allow me to court her most favored apprentice."

{ I did see your post on page 21, but it said that you were trying not to be noticed, so I didn't notice you. I thought it would be rude to make my character see you if you were specifically trying not to be seen. I didn't realize you were leaving the roleplay entirely! I'm sorry we didn't really get to play together. Have fun wherever you are going!}

Never mistake tears for sadness...
Eva watches the pair wander away with faint amusement. Though she was still more than a little embittered by her remembered past, the humor of the moment was not lost on her. Dropping her small pack to the ground, she removes the bow from her shoulder once more and unstrings it. The trip had been an uneventful one, for which she was greatful, but she had kept her bow strung until she was sure of her acceptance into the group. There was still at least one gaze on her that she could feel boring into her back but that was to be expected. Caution did not necessarily indicate mistrust.

Coiling the thin wire around her first two fingers, she drops the wire into a small, well-oiled, cloth bag which in turn went into a leather pouch which hung from her belt. The motion was an oft practiced one with a tone of caution. Eva had once had the unpleasant experience of a snap bow due to an uncared for string during a skirmish which nearly cost her life. Regardless of her own suspicions of certain soldiers who had wandered near her gear, she took the blame of the malfunction stoically and resolved never to be caught unawares again. Three spare wires settled in their own oiled bags, ready for use should she require them. A bit much but her caution had served well in the past. it did not mean she did not trust her bow. Merely those around her. She smirked at the dark humor, leaning lightly against the scarred wood bow. It was older than her but strong, and made of wood she could not name. The stain that had been used was a dark one mirroring that of blood stained earth.

Eva considered it appropriate.

...that will only bring you grief.

Ky ponders for a moment and nods, "Since we are relying mostly on you as a guide, any maps or records of the Elven territories would be most helpful. If you could compile everything you have I would be forever grateful to you."