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Luciel lifted is head to gaze up at the sky, his good hand lifting to touch the tips of his fingers against the marking on his chest which was tingling slightly. He knew what that meant, it was what it always meant, it was going to rain soon. It always rained when he felt a tingling itch in his lunar corona marking. Giving a shake of his head he again moved forward onward on his journey, deciding that he would be able to find a place to bed down out of the rain if he were to move quickly enough so there was nothing really to worry about. After all he'd been able to stock up on supplies in town just today, having gone into town when it was early morning, when the shops were just opening and only very few people, if any were roaming about. That being the only time that he ever went inside city limits. Here was now safely away from there and back where he was meant to be, walking the path most familiar to him which had the blond monk relaxing once more. Being in town, around so many people that were potentially those that were his enemies, always left him on edge... at least that horrible, bordering on violent, feeling was subsiding now.

This leg of the trip he seemed as though he could do it on auto, probably able to close his eye and just walk toward the next shrine. In fact it seemed as though that was exactly what the blond did, allowing his one pretty eye to close as he walked along, placing one foot in front of the other. It was the position of the sun in the sky, the cool breeze, and just his own deep seeded memories that allowed him to pull off such a trick. His long ears gave a little twitch as the rustling of the wind through the leaves brought him out of his dazed walking, causing him to looked around to determine exactly where it was. Judging by the look of the place, how long he'd walking, and various other factors he was able to determine where he was, relatively at least, to the nearest shrine. He should see about stopping there, taking a short break to pray and lend aid before moving on. Seemed like a good idea, he was always content when among his own people, though he rarely spent too much time with them, as though he felt he wasn't worthy to walk about people that glittered more brightly then himself, "I should stop by home." He told himself, knowing that his father was likely waiting for him there, two shrines ahead, knowing the man was accustomed to taking slightly longer breaks then the ones that Luciel took.

Giving another glance upward he noticed that more and more clouds were gathering, thick, dark gray ones, ones heavy with their load of rain, and he decided that perhaps he should head into the woods. He could take a bit of a short cut, something he didn't do often, to try to get to the shrine before the rain started. Shifting in place at the edge of the tree line he found himself in a heavy debate against his instincts that told him to go along the beaten path, that he wouldn't run into anyone or anything that was dangerous or weird. Despite that he decided to started into the trees, using his good hand to push the various plants out of his way, as well as using one of his lower level winds spells, in hopes of keeping himself and his baggy clothing from being entangled by the thorn bushes. He just had to get to the shrine and he would be fine, before now and then though he had best be on his guard, there were dangerous animals as well as dangerous men that roamed the woods, neither of which did he want to bother during daylight hours when his powers seemed to wane a little.

Well it had appeared as though he were correct in his prediction for rain, the down side being that he had been off when it came to when it would fall. It was a lot sooner then he'd hoped for leaving him hurrying forward at a quickened pace, bare feet slapping against the now soggy ground of the foresting. It didn't take long before they were colored with mud and covered in sticky leaves and other debris but he didn't complain, things could be worse after all. He glanced from side to side, making sure that 'worse' thing hadn't shown up a moment after that thought... much to his delight there were no Witch Eaters appearing from the rain, no wolves, nothing that would make his day worse, "Phew, thought I almost cursed myself." He muttered to himself as he continued along, finally spotting what he needed in a time like this. It was an old tree, one whose branches seemed to reach up and touch the sky. They were thick branches with leaves that were weaving together to make a perfect barrier against the rain.

Once under the tree the blond set about shaking his fan off, snapped it closed and leaned it against the tree. Then there was the problem of the rest of him he thought to himself, making a motion with his hand to call up a swirling breeze that twisted around him, helping to dry his clothing, skin, and hair to a point those the latter was left a little on the poofy side. He lifted his good hand up to touch it, made a face, then shrugged out of the pack he wore, dropping it to the surprisingly dry ground and set to work digging around through it until he found he was in need of, his comb. It was tossed into the air where he let a small, swirling pocket of magically summoned air catch it as he closed up the pack once more. Leaving it hanging open was an open invitation to those passing by, humanoid and beast alike, to get into his things. Not something he'd allow since that would mean going back town and he hated back tracking.

Leaning against the tree he set to work undoing the fan like decoration he wore on his head which left the wound there exposed, only after giving a glance back and forth to make sure he didn't spot anyone first though. If there was anything he disliked, and the list was rather long, one of the things at the top was people seeing his scars. He set the accessory down on his pack, plucked the comb up from where it was floating, and dismissed the spell so that he could set to work combing the knots free from his hair with one hand, the other arm hidden behind his back where it always came to rest whether he was alone or not, even if the long sleeves he wore at all times covered that particular wound. There wasn't too terribly much to do between now and the end of the storm, and who knew when that might be, so he might as well go about the lengthy process that was grooming the hair that he refused to cut. Sure it could be a pain at times since he had to fight with it with only one hand but he would do so if only out of stubbornness alone.

As he worked on a particularly intricate snarl in his hair a breeze came by, this one natural, and instantly he was on edge as he felt something in the breeze... he wasn't alone, was he? The comb was forgotten as he dropped it, reaching out instead to grab his fan, shaking his head to allow his hair to fall over left side of his face before he he moved to peek around the thick base of the tree, certain that on the other side he would find certain doom... instead he found a rather peculiar looking man sitting there within the clear, looking as though he didn't really either notice the rain or if he did he didn't care. Pressing closer to the safety of the tree his blue and pink eye narrowed slightly, taking in the strange looking hair, the horns, and he found himself debating on what he might be. A mononoke, perhaps? Or something else, druid maybe? Either one wasn't something he minded being near too given both were a vastly superior choice to what he might have run across. Relaxing his hand on his fan, the need for battle waning quickly, the ducked back once more, moving to grab his decorative eye patch, putting it in place before he stepped slowly around the tree. He would stick close to it, as well as the protection it offered, so that he could get a better look at the company he was now keeping.

Luciel's eye went rather wide when the man called out to him suddenly, giving him the strange title 'Mister Fan' which had him glancing for a split second toward the over sized, and currently closed, fan that he carried with him at all times, and then back again. Alright, the nickname fit but it didn't make it a choice sort of name to call a person, a strange especially he thought to himself. It only got stranger though as the old looking man suddenly told to come out, that the man didn't bite... that was a strange claim to make. It wasn't as if he'd actually assumed that the man might bite him which had him on edge just a little as he tried to decide it he should trust such a claim or be suspicious of it.

Allowing his fan to rest against the tree he lifted his good hand to motion upwards, "You may not have realized but it is pouring out, I would rather stay here where it's dry, thank you." In his politest tone he refused the invitation to join the flailing man out in the rain. Shifting in place he realized that he might be coming off as rude to shoot down the invitation so quickly so he added, "I you like you can join me under here... though you will need to stop flapping about like some sort of large bird..." The man was sure to fling mud, water, and various other debris about if he were to continue his strange, bird like motions. It were as though the man were attempting to take flight... Given he'd just dried himself out Luciel really didn't want to find himself soaking wet again. Not when it was still hours away from the time his magic was at it's strongest and regenerated the quickest. When the sun was up he could be a bit stingy when it came to larger spells, provided of course nobody was wounded then he really would be remiss if he refused to help them... not to mention his father would likely have his hide.

Leaning against the tree, with his good hand resting on the fan just in case, he waited to see if the strange man would stop his bird dance and join him under the tree or not. It made him wonder for a moment if perhaps the rain was his fault, was he doing some sort of rain dance? It would explain why he wasn't bothered by the sudden downpour, instead having just been sitting out there in it. Hopefully he doesn't end up with a cold he thought to himself, compassionate enough to not want the man to get sick, not that he really appeared that way on the outside. Instead he was just standing there waiting and watching, his one eye seeming not to blink.

Luciel lifted an eyebrow as the druid said that he was flapping like a bird, "If you flapped any harder you would have taken flight." He told the other as he started to approach, unable to help but to continue to watch him in a cautious manner. He wasn't a Witch Eater, that much was obvious, but he was a little odd so it was better to ere on the side of caution, "I suppose I have to admit that it was a way to get my attention." Not sure if it were a good way, a bad way, or just a strange way but it was most certainly a way to get his attention that was for sure.

When the white haired man got closer he found himself studying him more closely, his good eye locking on his strange looking hair, and he couldn't help but to wonder what it was made of. It didn't exactly look like normal hair, was that a normal thing for druids? He couldn't say that he'd ever seen one of them before now given that he was always on move between landmarks important to the Exorcisma. He never went out of his way to seek out strange companions so it was only natural that he'd never seen someone like this before. Soon enough the man had joined him until the protective branches of the large tree, "See, isn't that..." He was about to ask if the bespectacled man found it more comfortable under the tree when he seemed to start to stripe. His good eye went a little wide, cheeks coloring lightly, before he instantly glanced away to give the other man his privacy.

Once the man spoke up again the blond hesitantly glanced over his way, giving a sound of relief when he found that the man was still partially dressed. He'd been worried there for a moment that perhaps he'd mistaken his intentions, "It is good to meet you, Keiskei. My name is Luciel Vytautus." He said as he turned toward the other man, hesitated, then held a hand out to him for a shake. He could dry a hand off on his robes after all so he might as well do this the polite way.

Luciel's eye went rather wide when the other man told him that his name was 'so stuffy' which had him feeling just a bit... confused. Stuffy? How could his name be stuffy? That wasn't something that he'd ever heard before in his life, "What about my family name?" He asked, his voice taking on a bit of a hard edge, "Vytautus is the surname given to me by a man kind enough to raise a child that wasn't his, I believe that it is a name worth trying to recall." He grumbled, sounding as though he were rather attached to the man who'd adopted him. The man had taken him in when he was just a baby, when he didn't have to, and raised him as though Luciel was his own. He wanted to take up his fan and give the horned man a thump on the head to see if that would help him recall the name but he wasn't given a chance as he sounded found himself dubbed 'Lucie' by the druid.

A sputtering sound escaped the normal calm blond, "E-Excuse me? You cannot call me Lucie, that is a woman's name!" He gasped out, displeased with the idea that a stranger would give him a nickname so fast and not only that but call him a woman's name. Just because he had long hair didn't make him a woman he thought to himself crossly. Again he felt that overwhelming desire to thump the man with his fan once more but refrained, it wouldn't be kind of him to go around hitting people at random just because he didn't like what they were saying. Besides he didn't have all that long to worry about his new nickname before the man was chattering at him again, this time about his eye color, how he'd never seen anything like it and asked if it were normal for 'city people' though it would appear as though he didn't seem like 'city people' to Keiskei.

"I wouldn't know, I have never been to a city before and if possible I do my best to stay away from even small towns, they aren't my thing." He said, "As for the color it is natural for my people to bear a symbol upon their person as well as in their eyes." He explained, lifting his good hand up to rest it against his chest where his marking was located under his robes. Now that it was raining the itch he got on it had faded, something that only seemed to effect him before the rain came, a sort of warning that this time around had been a bit on the slow side. Luciel was tapping one finger against the marking when suddenly he realized that the druid was moving in on him, causing him to instantly attempt to retreat which just caused him to run into the tree behind him, pinning himself there... and then he just seemed to freeze in place when the other commented in shock that Luciel only had one eye.

Instantly his good hand jerked up cover his eye and eye patch, looking a little more then displeased, "Yes, I am well aware." He muttered, glancing away, hating having people realize why he wore the fan like accessory. He didn't want others to notice or see because he didn't want their pity. He'd survived the attack after all, so that showed he wasn't pitiable.

The blond man seemed to have fallen into complete silence as the other backed away from him, and Luciel was almost certain that Keiskei was going to turn his back on him and leave. He really wouldn't blame him, why stick around when you were met with unfriendly company after all, right? A part of him hated it, that he was chasing the guy off so quickly. He'd found him interesting enough, if a little lacking when it came to tact, but over all not all that bad. Another part of him wanted for the guy to leave, so that he could be alone again, so that he could recover from the shock he felt over having someone point out in such a brazen manner that he only had one eye. The two sides warned within him, leaving him unable to speak his mind, while his fingers curled slightly against the area his second eye used to be once upon a time ago. It was only when the guy said that he was sorry that Luciel even looked over at him again, having to admit that he was a little surprised by those words.

Sorry, he was saying that he was sorry? He wasn't sure why he was surprised by the apology but in a way he was, he was also a little surprised to see that the guy was not only sticking around but he was also trying to explain himself. Lowering his hand to his side slowly, letting it once more rest against his fan which was both a weapon and a bit of a security item, he watched as the man continued to speak, saying that his curiosity ran his mouth before going on to tell him that he that he'd never seen anyone like Luciel before, which made sense. It was only recently that his people really started to make themselves known, actually mingling with others instead to just moving between the shrines during the pilgrimages. He was likely being too hard on Keiskei, always ending up with 'panties in a twist' as others had called it, when it came to a his father, his scars, and various other things. He was never going to make friends if he kept chasing people off, another thing he heard often.

As the druid reached into his robes Luciel went tense, not sure what it was he was reaching for, and much to his surprise it would seem as though he were just fetching a book that he had hidden there. From there Keiskei was explaining to him that the books were oft his only companions other then the forest, and neither of them got offended... which Luciel had done from the start. Lifting his hand to his mouth he cleared his throat, "I... I would ask that you look into your heart and consider me worthy of forgiveness. I have been a little too hard on you and it isn't fair, especially since we just met." He said, deciding that if he didn't at least attempt to be personable that this guy was going to decide that the trees were far better company and head off to hang out with them instead. While Luciel was rather used to traveling on his own, aside from the occasional spirit as company, he wanted to at least make the attempt. This could be an interesting meeting of minds as well as a very interesting meeting between two groups that rarely went outside their own kind, he would be a fool to squander such an opportunity.

"If you would allow I would like for us to start again?" He suggested, hoping that the druid would take him up on the offer and he hoped that he would be able to act a little more like he knew how to deal with those that weren't Exorcisma themselves.

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