She kept walking. Bravery was an illusion. Ones who are called brave are always thoes hiding behind weapons. {E pym's shemc iyo maap halg... Sha shemd et hujnlatt, iyo shjausamap es vejts yv kyojta es't dommu pavamp estalv. } Help? Why wuld she help him, he assumed, he was ignorant witch ment non-inteligence. The, this, world could do with many lossed of pendragons of such.
"Em kuta iyo vyjdys, es lomdap us ot vejts." He said, dodging out of the way just in time before it hit the tree. "
{ Iyo kull juetemd yos yv sha fusaj tlyfli lomdemd... Es fut dyemd ty tlyf shus iyo fyolpm's huba mysekap es E pepm's gyems es yos... } She thought along with a few othre remarks that she kept in her deepest thought, not allowing him to hear them. She enterd the foiledge parting the dense leaves as she enterd and counting on them to sheild her as the closed.
{Wait a minute, It's protecting its eggs.} He thought, looking behind it. {What are you doing stupid, you have wings.} He thought, dodging away from it and flying up.
Hearing the inunderstandable racket comming fadingly from the others mind as she continued wondering away. She knwe her instincts were correct and she always folled them even when others refused to follow her.
Sitting high in one of the stronger trees, Dumu could see what was going on. On one hand, there was this femme; lost and tired. On the other, there was this seemingly overactive 'dragon. The femme stepped lightly, although purposefully, among the dark green leaves. Thinking from above, <span style='color:gray'> You don't have time for this, do you? </span>. Keeping his focus on the femme, he slowly made his way from the canopy, landing softly behind her. The ground was tender and cold with the night breeze. Looking straight at her, he said, voicing his thought, <span style='color:darkblue'> You don't have time for that do, you? </span> As expected, she stopped, turning around to see who the strange voice was.
Slightly startled she kept her ground. This male to talked to her in a toungue she could not understand... What was with males and doing this. She shock her head her ears floping abit then regained a postion in what was happening. {Fhus?} She thought then decideing against trying to desiver it. She looked over the male deciding he wouldn't be a threat to her then looked over to the other male, he would be a threat with his stupidity. She smirked not hiding it this time. Then returning her attention to the one onfront of her she nodded gestguring a pleasent hello.
Approaching her slowly, he nodded in acknowlegdement. The light caught his metallic eyes gently, whereupon they shone brightly. He thought, <span style='color:gray'>She doesn't understand what I said?</span>, He thought then it would be best to speak normally, to save from any confusion. His steps were light, yet strong. Unlike some, as he approached she didn't appear frightened. Instead, she was comfortable; what was more interesting was that she became more relaxed as he approached. He wonderd, <span style='color:gray'>What is she thinking.. </span> Shaking his head slightly, <span style='color:gray'>But to do that would be invasive</span>. In place of reading her thoughts, he said, <span style='color:darkblue'> What brings you to these parts, then?</span> The night breeze blew delicatley across his ebony blue fur, though it remained undisturbed.
Its hurt, thats the other reason, and by a sword. Well the only way to help it is to knock it out. He said, slamming his sword down on it, knocking it out. {Lets get that wound bandaged.} He thought, grabbing some of the leaves from the trees.
Standing tall and her four paws, she didn't budge... She claimed this area it was hers. But she didn't feel like it was being imposed on like she should... Maybe her instincts were deing but did she want that. Her tail wagged through the light misty air, the soft breeze ruffling the light soft black fur. She still coulnd't understand him. If only she could get the point across that she was differemt. No one seemed to understand that. {Fhus pyat ha fums?} She thinks but then turns off anythoughts before they can lead to assumptions.
Pausing for a moment, he tured to the other male, <span style='color:darkblue'>She doesn't speak English, however speaks little Ramthian?</span>. The only way he thought he was able to get his messages across was to pass them across telepathically. Yet, the question still stood, would she understand him? Unsure, Dumu asked the other male, <span style='color:darkblue'> How do you get your messages across? </span>.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> [] is telepathic talking</td></tr></table> [She speaks a lot of ramathian, but no english. If you know ramathian, speak it to her and see if she understands. Say this. kum iyo ompajtsump fhus E un tuiemd myf?] He thought back to the other male.
She looked from male to male, they were talking. She got a feel from the atmoshere about her. She felt bad for not being normal and easy. Pendragons, well most. seemed to like easy. If only these two knew her history and how she got here... She sighed and sat down with a small grunt watching the to talk, she had the feeling people talked about her alot behind her back because they knew she didnt understand them. But she did understand romanthain. {Myf? Kum E ompajtsump iyo myf? Fhi "myf" E cmyf ull jynumsheum, yv kyojta E kum ompajtsump iyo} She clearly took the "now" as an insult. Then again the male you had said it was clearly incompitent and ignorant if he hadn't noticed her says by now. She hid a sneer and just sat staring at the rich earth.
{Great, just great. Why the heck am I overreacting to everything, and why am I getting everyone upset at me.} He thought, finishing with the wound. {Heck with it, I can't upset anyone if I'm asleep.} He thought, flying up into a tree. {Good night, and I hope I don't offened anyone else.}
Turning to watch the other male fly into the branches of the tree, Dumu knew he wasn't very fluent in Ramathian - what he did know was picked up from casual conversation, however, Dumu was familiar with what he had said. Sitting back, Dumu looked at the femme and, as directed, asked, <span style='color:darkblue'> kum iyo ompajtsump fhus E un tuiemd myf</span>? He felt satisfied he had spoken in such a way that she could understand, for when he spoke, her ears pricked up, changing her sights from the ground to his eyes. She smirked slightly; brushing the floor with her tail and sitting, too, more straight than she had been doing so previously. She tilted her head to one side as Dumu spoke, then returning it to its original position. From the expression on the other males face, it was apparent that he had had enough for the night. Once Dumu finished, almost as a coincedent, the moonlight grew brighter and stronger, delicatley washing over her silky black fur and the path upon which they stood facing each other.
ooc: Dumu good rping but try and power play less it's really hard to reply to. bic: she nodded, the flicks of brillient blue shimmering in her fer. "Iat" She understood perfactly and sat there contently flicking her tail from side to side for something to do. She wanterd what he was doing in the area , not to many seemed to hang out around here.
Dumu looked up slightly, still focused on her eyes. He noted that the best way for someone to get a feel for what you may be talking about, was to keep constant eye contact. He spoke again, partially assured he would be understood, <span style='color:darkblue'> Vyjdeba na, E pym's tgauc shet lumdouda sajjerli vloamsli. Fhi et es shus iyo uja haja;</span> Dumu paused for a second, he needed to get this right, <span style='color:darkblue'>...Em sha neppla yv sha medhs? Tojali, shaja et tynafhaja tuvaj vyj iyo sy ra?</span> His voice was relatively low, though smooth in pronunciation. Dumu had managed in the past to gleen some grammar from overhearing a 'dragon talk and another respond in English. Dumu was still unsure, however, that he had nailed it. All the time, he never moved, nor did his eye contact shift. Assuming it best that he approach no further as he didn't know this femme. Feeling that his position didn't impose in any nature, Dumu's eyes steadily became warmer and gentler, as they did when in casual conversation.
She looked at the male with slight amusment in her eyes. His actions treated her like a whild beast yet suggests that this place is unsafe for her. {E un tuva haja, shet et ni hyna faja E ralymd em sha felp.} She thought in reply. She looked around at her surroundings as if to esure herself, and surly this worlked. Her head tilted in a small nod to herself.
