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The sun was out, not too hot out today, but not particularly chilly either. Walker wasn't entirely certain where he was going, but he knew the person he was looking for this time was outside the walls of Barton, somewhere in the trees. It was somewhat hard to tell, which made it an increasing annoyance.

The man sighed, running his fingers through his hair and pulling it back off his face. It was down today, though he'd probably need to tie it back soon. He liked the whole "poetic, artsy type" look, but it was a hassle sometimes.

He had a discman in his pocket, an ancient contraption compared to what was out nowadays, but whatever. The DVD disc was sitting inside, the name Aurica Nestmile looking like it was typed out on top of the disc, a date roughly a week from today underneath.

Hopefully the person would show soon. As long as it wasn't another faun... Why did it feel like they'd make the best people for either confusion or perfect parents? (Though honestly he'd have preferred the confusion over fantastic parents. He'd rather not have perfect parents, since that would add to his amusement, actually.)

If only they'd show their damned face already, he already had an idea of what he'd do to drop the item. Sliding discman out of his pocket, he held it in one of his hands, his fingers wrapped around it with the headphones dangling around his neck. Come ooonnn...

He wasn't a particularly patient person.

Walker had felt her energy when she finally came near to him, but still feigned surprise when she dropped down in front of him, dropping the discman in the process. It fell on the ground with a muffled thud, the CD popping out in the process. Kneeling down, he started scooping it back up, eyes on the ground as he tentatively "felt" her energy.

She was suspicious. Already? He hadn't even said anything yet, so that was fairly surprising. He sent a faint thought of friendliness towards her mind, letting it snake in and hopefully settle there. As far as he could tell, she was part elf, so it might be harder to lay in there because of the difference between elves and humans, or even satyrs.

So he let the tendril of thought strengthen slightly, invisible to any eye but his, and settle "around" her head, as it were. Hopefully it would work.

"Erhm, well, I was really just taking a walk in the woods, miss." Walker said, standing up with a small, sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck through the longish hair. The discman was nestled once again in his hand, though the disc was still lying on the ground, with a strong "ignore me" thought floating around it, that would disappear when he did.

He smiled in relief as the woman relaxed; apparently the little thought had taken enough root in her mind to be of some use.

"Right, yeah. I'm not one of those kinds. Vegetarian and all. Weirdo art student, I think is the stereotype that applies to me." Walker said with a friendly smile, laughing softly as he made fun of himself, looking very like an unorganized college student.

"Really? If you say it's nice, I'm sure it is. I'll be sure to check it out. Gotta be running now, though. Was just taking a brief walk before I have to meet a friend in town." He gave her a military salute, accompanied by a thankful look as he looked in the direction she pointed for the pond.

"Anyways, yeah. Gotta go now. Top o' the mornin' to ye." He said, before trotting in the general direction of the pond, giving her one last wave over his shoulder. Once he was out of her eyesight, he immediately disappeared with a small pop, while at the same moment the "ignore me" thought on the small disc evaporated, leaving it in the grass and flashing in the dim sunlight through the trees.