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Bisera's dark eyes were currently on the ground, walking slowly along the edge of the path, with him occasionally pausing to nudge at something that caught his eye. He didn't want to miss anything interesting that might be naturally occurring or possibly dropped. Something glittering caught his eye, causing him to take a couple quick steps forward, before he squatted down to scoop it up, "Huh... pretty." He murmured to himself, looking the glittering green stone. It wasn't like the stones in Sauti, meaning that his journey was already looking up as far as new materials went.

Lifting his gaze from the stone he was starring at his eyes suddenly locked on something else, something new, a... person? Pushing to his feet he brushed himself off, giving him a once over. A member of the Wind Tribe and a shield baring guard, one who had a strong look to him. Bisera's eyes scanned the man before him, taking in the color of his eyes, crystals, his skin, and hair, everything about him was just... lovely. His mind set to whirling, hands itching for his sketch journal which was sitting in the pouch he carried.

The glittering stone in his hand was quickly exchanged for that sketch pad and his drawing utensil before he squatted down, instantly working on a sketching the one before him. His lines, the flow of his form, his flowing hair, all of it was giving him ideas and so he didn't lose them he knew that he had to put the man's form down on paper.

Bisera's hand gave pause on the sketch he was doing, lifting his dark eyes to glance toward the one that was calling out to him. His mind whirled for a moment before he realized tha the was doing it again. Oops... he really did need to get better at greeting people and saying hello before he got distracted with his sketching. Pushing up on his feet he hugged his journal to his chest, starring at Xarnith for a moment, then said, "I... ahh... sorrry..."

Taking a couple steps forward he lifted his hands to show he wasn't a threat. He didn't want the man to think tha the was up to anything, though remaining out of arm's reach of the other man, just in case. One couldn't be too careful he thought to himself before he said, "Hello there... I'm Bisera, just a passerby, sorry to have bothered you." Time to see if the man before him was the dangerous sort he thought to himself idly. There was a part of him that wished Daelin was about, he bet that he'd know how to deal with the many dangers that travel held. Things that Bisera couldn't exactly stand up against since he wasn't armed... a thought that reminded him that one day he really should get himself a dagger even if only for show.

Blinking a couple times Bisera's eyes went to the water skin that was offered to him, deciding instantly that it should be alright. The man had taken a sip from it after all thus proving that it probably wasn't poisonous or anything. The fact that he didn't seem to be upset with Bisera's earlier starring only added to the manner in which Bisera looked at him. After a moment he gave a smile and a nod, some of his jewelry clinking together as he took the waterskin from the one who called himself Xarnith, "I thank you." He said, taking a sip from the water skin, "I've been traveling for a while now, coming from Mez in Sauti."

Tucking his sketch journal back into his pack, took another sip of the water, and then held it out to Xarnith once more. Best to give it back before he was tempted to drink it all, as sweet as it tasted the water didn't belong to him. Still, perhaps the other man could help him out in that manner? Giving his best smile he asked, "Is there any chance that I might be able to get a point in the direction of where I might be able to restock my supplies, Xarnith? I must admit that this trip is the first I've ever taken away so far from my home village." He wasn't exactly lost per say, he just didn't know where anything was... not that he wanted to admit to such a thing to someone he just met.

Living off the land? It was likely something he should learn how to do one of these days, not as though he could very well continue to just purchase everything for the rest of his life. Well, actually, he could... but learning to fend for himself would help as far as expenses went. Not to mention that it would mean taking care of himself with his own two hands. If he was lucky his older brothers might end up with some sort of grudging respect for Bisera if he was at least able to do something like that. He thought about it for a moment, then pushed that thought aside, not wanting to think too hard on it. If he did then he'd find himself sorely disappointed when he did meet with them again and they were still the same old hard asses as they ever were.

"I've only left Mez on one occassion in the past so I am not quite ready for the living off the land thing, but any tips you can provide will prove helpful." He would be only too happy to take him up on any advice that he might be able to give and with it he might be able to continue ever forward with his journey toward... well, wherever he was going. Bisera didn't want to admit to himself or the one before him that he wasn't sure where the journey was takng him. Away from his older brothers was all he wanted presently.

Adjusting his pack on his shoulder Bisera followed along after Xarnith as he turned to lead the way, "You have my thanks, Xarnith." He said, glancing from side to side before his eyes locked on the man's back, inspecting him closely, taking in the manner in which the muscles moved. Taking a couple steps forward, giving him a smile he lifted a hand, about to reach out when he realized what he was doing. Jerking his hand back he made sure both were holding onto the strap on his pack to make himself behave.

"Guides? I see... I will have to look into such things." Best that he did to avoid being eaten by a dangerous animal or ingesting something that was toxic to Earthlings. The last thing he wanted was to get himself killed a short time into his journey or else his brothers were sure to mock him even as they buried him. He was dragged out of that thought as Xarnith suddenly took hold of his hand, pulling him along, something that drew a bit of a squeak from him, "I... um... huh?" He fell silent as he was led along, a little embarrassed by the fact that Xarnith was leading him around by the hand. Where were they heading he found himself thinking, something Xarnith explained to him a moment later.

"Trees that filter the water? Wow." He murmured, quite impressed by the idea that there were trees capable of such a thing. Of course his awe and interest were instantly quelled by what Xarnith said next, "Huh? I... um... oh no..." Lifting his hands up Bisera used them to cover his now brightly red face. He'd was starring that bad? To the point that Xarnith was thinking that he was impaired? How embarrassing... utterly so. Giving a rapid shake of his head Bisera said, "I'm... sorry I should just..." Leave, go hide somewhere, and hope that Xarnith forgot about Bisera and his horrible starring habits. Turning on his heel he started to walk away from Xarnith at a quick pace, hoping to get away before he did anything else stupid.

A desire that was shattered when his foot got tangled in a root and he tripped, landing face first on the ground. From there Bisera just hid his face against his arms, hoping that Xarnith hadn't noticed or had chosen to walk the other way instead of seeing Bisera make a fool of himself.

Bisera's blushing only got worse at the comment about him 'liking what he saw', "I... what? No... maybe, but it's not exactly like that... I don't mean any insult." His voice started off louder but sort of fizzled out to a whisper at the end. This was so embarrassing, making Bisera want nothing more then to go hide somewhere and hope that Xarnith just... went away. His wounded pride didn't have that sort of luck though it would appear as he was scooped up off the ground as though he weighed nothing. Lifting his gaze he looked toward Xarnith, then quickly away again, clutching his pack against his chest as he was carried along.

"You don't... have to feel obligated just because I'm looking a bit pathetic." A 'bit' seemed like an understatement to Bisera but he didn't say that out loud. Instead he looked away for a moment, then back again, "Huh? Oh..." He was willing to teach him since he had nothing else to do and was also curious about Bisera's starring. That comment made him tighten his hold on his pack a bit more. How completely embarrassing.

Bisera felt a bit better as he was put on his feet, feeling at least in control of himself once more even though he knew if it came down to an actual battle he'd be in trouble. How could someone Bisera's size stand against someone strong enough to carry him around as though he weighed nothing after all? Giving a shake of his head he set to brushing himself off before glancing toward Xarn who was asking him about what he did for a living and what brought him here since Sauti was a wasys off. He looked down at his feet for a moment, toeing at one of the rocks there, before looking up again. Did he really tell him? Should he claim to be a powerful magic user so the other guy didn't think to try anything? He didn't want to lie though since he might be a good guy.

"I... I'm a jeweler in training... I came here because I want to find new materials, things that one can't find in Sauti." He explained, digging into his pack so that he could fetch the stone he'd jump found. Holding it out to where the warrior could see he said, "We don't have this sort of stone back home, so already I seem to be doing alright." Well, at least until Xarn had caught him starring not once but twice he thought to himself.

"Eh? M-Mesmerizing? I... yes, but not in the way you're thinking exactly! I am not... not some sort of pervert who stares at people for no reason! It's just you have a nice... ahh... no..." He blinked a couple times thens hook his head, "It's just, the way you move. I get mesmerized by the way muscles move, the forms, it gives me inspriation." His words starting out strong and sort of ended up with him muttering them, unable to look at Xarn anymore for the moment.