Jed had finally finished tracking down and speaking with Jatin on Soyala's behalf, a task she'd only done because the strange woman had requested it, not because she couldn't handle it herself. On occasion, Soyala liked to send Mjedan on errands. Now the female was completing her second, less-in-character task of picking daisies.
Yes, Soyala wanted daisies, she wanted Jed to get them. The wild's mouth was set in a displeased straight line as she carefully selected what she perceived to be the best ones [or, what her good eye perceived were the best, anyway.]
Kamin was walking *somewhat slowly* down the path towards the house of a particularly lovely young jivviness that he'd promised to visit that day. That's why he was smiling as he went, and that's why when he came across yet another jivviness plucking the flowers from their stems he had to stop and talk to her.
He leaned sideways against one tree as he watched her, aware that she probably knew he was there *his left leg brace was currently squeaking slightly*. Then he spoke. "So, are you picking them becasue they're pretty, because there's a wonderful jivvin who you're going to run and give them to, or because they're a blemish in your eyes spouting around the forest about how pretty they are so you think they should die." He didn't really end the sentance with popular question inflection, but it was a question none-the-less.
Jed had been idly hoping he wouldn't speak. Yes, she'd been very aware that he was there. The tall jivvin continued to choose flowers and when she'd gotten enough [fourty-seven, as specified] she straightened, shooting the redhead a deadpan look from beneath her hood.
"I do not think 'wonderful' would be the best way to describe her." A silence stretched as she took her time looking at him, examining. There weren't too many redheaded wilds running around, and she'd seen him before. They hadn't spoken though.
"Aha" He shifted his weight rather quickly, and somewhat akwardly if it hadn't been a neccessary move, to stand upright again. Then he advanced on her, but didn't invade the ring of personal space that she'd set up with her body language. "So it's an errand that you've been sent on, to collect these..." He laughed slightly "Small unsightly things that normally you wouldn't be caught dead picking in public." Then he crossed his arms and smiled over at her. He'd seen her around the village before, but had never spoken to her. He did remember her though... since not many villagers had her hair, or wore their clothing in the manner that she wore hers. His grin widened. "That explains why you're doing it way out here anyway. And now you're talking to me. What will the other villagers think."
If anyone sees us speaking, they will probably wonder how you got away unharmed." A fierce smile appeared on her pretty face that couldn't be called friendly. "If you do." Reaching into her pants' pocket she pulled out a yellow ribbon to tie around the stems of the flowers. Most weren't sure exactly who Mjedan was, other than a few councilmembers. All most in the village knew was that she was trusted by Soyala and didn't tend to hang around others unless she had something to do.
It was also rumored that she fought the things lurking in the darkness of the forest. Still, even though she'd subtly told Kamin she was uninterested in his company, it was amazing that she'd spoken to him. Perhaps she was bored. Soyala would be delighted.
"Hrm..." He let himself fall sideways against the nearest tree, a postition he apparently took often, and crossed his arms in front of him as he gazed at her. She'd ruined his 'what will they think speach'. Most of the jivviness he used it on gave the right response allowing him to insult them and then later boost their confidence back up... but this one.... challenge.
"Judging by your attitude and your responses, I'll be the only one here who's reputaion will suffer by our chance meeting here amoung the daffodils." Here he guestured around him in one fluid movement of the hand. "I'm thought of quite fondly by most who know me, and those who don't know me wish they did." He flicked his hand at her in case she was thinking of speaking. "That's all well and good, but to be honest I could care less about what the villagers think of me... it's just easier that way. So, madam... the first jivvin to come across us here and see us speaking..." He jerked up straight again and took a step towards her with his hands out in front of him, palms up, as if he were aproaching a dangerous animal... " will think more highly of you and less so of me... BUT... that only speaks clearly about how determined I am to make your most beautiful aquaintance." He smiled at her, somewhat slyly and somewhat evilly in an imitation of her earlier warning smile. He took another step towards her, before abruptly breaking his stare and grinning for real, his hands suddenly relaxed at his sides. He took a few steps backwards, putting himself at a safe distance once again.
"I should have you know, that if you were to ask others of me, they'd say that Kamin was known to be a wonderful jivvin, a beautiful talker, a masterful lover, and a very good friend... but the one thing you'll never hear is that I am good for constant company." he shrugged. "If you want me... you can find me." Then he began to back off, giving her a chance to stop him should she so choose, but also initiating the end of the conversation.
Mjedan was not the type to force a conversation to continue, or ask another to stay, nor did she particularly want to. However, he'd surprisingly got her interest and she deemed that he would be worthy of another chance encounter somewhere down the line.
"Well, you have made my acquaintance. I am called Mjedan." Flowers in hand, she too moved away, slipping into the trees.
Kamin grinned as she left.... Mjedan... He'd remember that. He was good with names, and faces. Then he turned and fairly skipped to the house of the jivviness that he was supposed to be having lunch with. It wasn't an unusual sight, in fact it was actually quite normal to see Kamin skipping/jumping/dancing with ease... it was slow movements like walking that were akward.
Mjedan.
