<table width="90%" style="background-color: #e2e0af; border: 5px #d7aa69 double; " cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face="comic sans ms" color="#58450c" style="font-size:10pt;"> TIME: 9. Dyo. 81382. WHO: Ploy and Zirrus. The sun sung merry and mirth through the day, and beneath it Ploy sat soaking up the coming of summer and the beginning of spring. He had situated himself at the very end of a dock to enjoy the late afternoon's warmth, and also to eat his lunch, the one that sat beside him in a neat canvas bag. The location he'd chosen for its prime view and its distance from the market. It was the middle of the paquitten and many mainlanders had come to the east shores in seek of fresh fish, hand-crafted jewelry, rides and games, and sun; thus the market was a busy, loud place, a place far too clamorous for the arden, clad in a simple white tee and cargo pants, to sit down and enjoy his meal. He let a sigh take flight from his lips and opened those bi-coloured eyes of his again to admire the vast seascape before him. A few boats and hovercrafts slid by across the water, some of them carrying wide-eyed, smiling tourists. It was probably their first time to the oceanside for some of the passengers, he thought, looking at their marvelled expressions. To him the idea was simply ludicrous. To have never seen the Samundra ocean before! Hah! After a few self-amused chuckles bounced from his chest, he reached a hand over his side to fetch his lunch. He set the thing on his lap but neglected to open it, and instead busied his fingers raking them through his tousled tangerine locks. Although he truly didn't have all day, he was most certainly acting like it. </td></tr> <tr><td style="background-color: #8cb1a7;"> <font face=verdana color="#e2e0af" style="font-size:15pt; font-family: impact; line-height:6pt;"> P L O Y [ A C H A K ] S E T T E </font></td></tr> </table>
She had been wandering for even longer than expected. Coming up upon the gorgeous waters she took a moment to just stare. The pier was apparently a hot spot to just relax and soak up the sun. Becoming terribly famished from not eating she figured it was time to find herself some grub. Lacking money was a problem for Zirrus as she looked around. Many places sold different assortments of food but what good would this be for someone who didn't have money. Switching her view around the entire pier she thought about just robbing somewhere and buying something or even just sneaking out some food from a store. The problem is that the place was so heavily populated that it would be such a chore. Instead she supposed she would go hungry for the time being. Her scarf gently wrapped around her face going down her neck made her feel as if she was standing out. Not wanting to uncover her face this was something that she always had to deal with. Walking around at a quick pace as she always did she came upon someone sitting alone at the end of one of the piers. He has a very handsome set of markings covering him. She couldn't bring herself to turn away from him. Something about him made her want to go over and just strike up a conversation which was odd for Zirrus who was normally very shy and withdrawn. None the less she pressed forward walking closer to him.
<table width="90%" style="background-color: #e2e0af; border: 5px #d7aa69 double; " cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face="comic sans ms" color="#58450c" style="font-size:10pt;"> Even with the onslaught of noise arriving from the marketplace behind him he knew she was there. He hadn't even swivelled those triangular lobes of his to know this, either. The male was no magician, no heavy-handed player of Fronima, but he was accustomed to the sea life. He'd sat on enough piers to know the way the wood shifted when new weight was put on it; he knew the soft groan of the planks beneath a step. So her approach was awaited, her arrival inevitable. Carrying on without so much as a care, he pried apart the lips of his lunch bag and peered inside. A friend and neighbour, Lamaria, had gone and packed his lunch for him. Thus the contents inside were a surprise, but undoubtedly a sheer delight for Lamaria was well known for her skill in gastronomy. <font color=#8cb1a7>'Whudda doll,'</font> he thought with a generous smile. Always helping the poor sucker out when he needed it. Oh! Ploy had nearly forgotten about the advancing stranger so absorbed he was with his thoughts. She was not two metres away by now. He took the opportunity to turn about, so he could lay eye on what seemed like future company. His gaze found her scarf, and then they trailed up to her eyes. If the two happened to meet eye, Ploy would probably be the first of the two to give a hospitable smile. </td></tr> <tr><td style="background-color: #8cb1a7;"> <font face=verdana color="#e2e0af" style="font-size:15pt; font-family: impact; line-height:6pt;"> P L O Y [ A C H A K ] S E T T E </font></td></tr> </table>
<table width="90%" style="background-color:#83A500; border: #6C8600 2px dotted;"><tr align=right><td> <font color=#F3AA00 face=Optima size=3> Zirrus.. The Shy Beauty</font> <table style="background-color:#FFFFA2;" cellpadding=5 width="100%"><tr><td> <font style="color:#2D5500; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;"> She was not out wandering around in hopes of bothering anyone or causing any problems. She was just trying to get through life without starving to death or getting killed for stealing. In need of finding some friends or even some sort of life she figured that meeting as many others as she could would be anything but harmful. In her mind the more people she had connections with the better off her life would be in the end. Folding her ears back she tried to look as harmless as possible. Of course the scarf was always something that people frowned upon as they couldn't get a good look at her face. All she longed for was someone to love her nothing more nothing less. She wanted to be happy and wasn't sure if this place was right for her. No one ever really took an interest but what did they know right. She could tell that he knew she was coming up behind him from his body language. He even spoke to himself after looking into his lunch bag. Dieing for even a crumb of food she figured that fishing might be her last option. Walking lightly on the wooden boards she just waited until the males eyes met with her own until she attempted to speak to him. Hey there... Beautiful weather isn't it She sounded like a complete fool rambling out of nowhere. This would get her no where in life but she hadn't realized that yet. Coming up behind people and then randomly talking would just give her a bad name. </font> </td></tr></table> </td></tr></table></center>
<table width="90%" style="background-color: #e2e0af; border: 5px #d7aa69 double; " cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face="comic sans ms" color="#58450c" style="font-size:10pt;"> OOC: Oh! Sorry if it wasn't clear, but anything in blue and italics is thought. In this instance it doesn't matter, but just to clarify for later... just in case! Ploy was not the sort of fellow to immediately discharge someone for sake of spontaneous words. In fact, it was this sort of encounter he enjoyed rather thoroughly. It gave him much pleasure to know of a genuine kindness still existing in this world... for sometimes it seemed otherwise. And so, when Zirrus made small talk of the glorious weather that befell them, Ploy was only too happy to comply with a bounce of his maw. <font color="#8cb1a7">"Mmm, the sun's jus' right!"</font> While her shawl did make him markedly curious, the arden didn't place much more focus on the stranger's attire. Strangers were strangers, what they did or how they dressed didn't threaten him any... so why make much a fuss? Still, he wondered. His focus returned to his lunch (for from it a smell so delicious emanated he could hardly deny it); he slid a hand into the bag and withdrew a small parcel wrapped up in leaves. It was still warm. Ohoo, Lamaria would be thanked graciously back for this. But then a thought breached the span of his head and the outside world. His gaze returned to the thill. <font color="#8cb1a7">"'ave you eaten yet?"</font> </td></tr> <tr><td style="background-color: #8cb1a7;"> <font face=verdana color="#e2e0af" style="font-size:15pt; font-family: impact; line-height:6pt;"> P L O Y [ A C H A K ] S E T T E </font></td></tr> </table>
<table width="90%" style="background-color:#83A500; border: #6C8600 2px dotted;"><tr align=right><td> <font color=#F3AA00 face=Optima size=3> Starving Beauty... lost and alone </font></center> <table style="background-color:#FFFFA2;" cellpadding=5 width="100%"><tr><td> <font style="color:#2D5500; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;"> Feeling terrible for bothering the stranger but she wanted to know what he was doing sitting out here all alone. He obviously was able to hear her coming from quite far away or from another matter. Her small tail wagged although it was normally hard for strangers to actually notice that she had a tail. It had always been very short and she was often tormented about it as normal 'dragons had glorious tail. Either way she was who she was. He was being very kind to her which was abnormal for her. Wanting to walk over and sit with him she held herself back as she normally did. She always had a problem with opening up to strangers that she came across. I am starving but I do not want to take your meal from you This came from nowhere as she wouldn't normally be this forward with people. Of course she would take any food that she could get but begging was not an option for the female. Times were very hard for her right now and she was running out of options. </font> </td></tr></table> </td></tr></table>
<table width="90%" style="background-color: #e2e0af; border: 5px #d7aa69 double; " cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face="comic sans ms" color="#58450c" style="font-size:10pt;"> The terse manner in which she spoke told him of her refrain. To that he gave a broad smile, then gestured invitingly for the stranger to come have a seat on the pier just as he was having. There was, of course, more than enough room and by no means did the arden give a threatening air -- although the wash of scars over his form, the thin ones lining his face, were hard to overlook. Just a few childhood scratches was all, he told most. <font color="#8cb1a7">"No, no, come! I've got plenty to share and have had luck with the fish today! Worri' not."</font> From within the satchel he withdrew the small mass of dried leaves and held up the little bundle for her to see. It was the origin of a mouth-watering smell. However, it was unlike the scent of the baked fish that drifted deep and sweet in the marketplace behind them. The fragrance was more like that of an avian, of a thicker meat. Entwining said smell was that of cooked whole grains. Even a fish's nose would wiggle and twitch at the looming aroma. Hoping for this enticement to be enough persuasion, the 'dragon turned himself back to face the vast body of water. One ear, however, was held in her direction just to ensure that she would comply and have herself a seat. </td></tr> <tr><td style="background-color: #8cb1a7;"> <font face=verdana color="#e2e0af" style="font-size:15pt; font-family: impact; line-height:6pt;"> P L O Y [ A C H A K ] S E T T E </font></td></tr> </table>
<table width="90%" style="background-color:#83A500; border: #6C8600 2px dotted;"><tr align=right><td> <font color=#F3AA00 face=Optima size=3> Starving Beauty... lost and alone </font></center> <table style="background-color:#FFFFA2;" cellpadding=5 width="100%"><tr><td> <font style="color:#2D5500; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;"> The stranger was being overly friendly with her. This made her feel better about the situation she was in. Taking him up on his offer she walked over and took a seat beside him. He was even willing to share his food with her which made her happy. She had been starving for so long it would be nice to actually get some food into her aching belly. Growling and moaning it kept her looking for food. She would have attempted fishing if she had owned anything to fish with. She was out of luck in many different ways and all she could do is steal or hunt. Your very giving. I appreciate it. She was glad that he was willing to help her as not many were. The fish were lively today swimming around and splashing up into the air. She could see quite a few from beneath the water. perhaps they should both fish. She would help him catch more if she had the necessary tools to assist. Looking around she wondered what she had done to deserve this life. </font> </td></tr></table> </td></tr></table>
<table width="90%" style="background-color: #e2e0af; border: 5px #d7aa69 double; " cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face="comic sans ms" color="#58450c" style="font-size:8pt;"> What greeted Zirrus when she found herself a seat alongside the arden was but another smile, this one smaller but equally bright and inviting as the others had been. Evidently he was glad that the stranger had accepted his offer. But he would not dawdle and waste time to get the meal started; the fem' looked famished, her eyes all big and hungry like that! With one hand carefully cupping the leafy bundle, he used the other to dive into his bag and fetch foreward a bowl. Of course, his meal was only designed from one person so there was only one in tow. The problem was nothing too severe though! He retrieved another object from his satchel: a finely whittled stick of wood, pointed on both ends. With this he split the contents of leaf-bundle, which he'd opened up to reveal a slew of sticky rice, thinly minced bird meat, spices, and a sort of vegetable that was the colour of carrots. One half was divied into the bowl and the other left in the remaining leaves. <font color="#8cb1a7">"Es no problem, my friend. Ma neighbour, she made it for me. Es real good, though not much."</font> he replied as he handed her the bowl and then a spoon. <font color="#8cb1a7">"D'ye live 'round 'ere? Ye look a lil' too hungry to be from these parts. D'ye know how to fesh, comrade?"</font> He inquired in-between bites and while looking her over. As if he'd heard the very stream of thoughts flowing in her head, he made an offer; always the type the offer, always the type to take on projects. <font color="#8cb1a7">"Cos if ye don't know how'ta fish, then I kin always teach'ye."</font> </td></tr> <tr><td style="background-color: #8cb1a7;"> <font face=verdana color="#e2e0af" style="font-size:15pt; font-family: impact; line-height:6pt;"> P L O Y [ A C H A K ] S E T T E </font></td></tr> </table>
<table width="90%" style="background-color:#83A500; border: #6C8600 2px dotted;"><tr align=right><td> <font color=#F3AA00 face=Optima size=3> Starving Beauty... lost and alone </font></center> <table style="background-color:#FFFFA2;" cellpadding=5 width="100%"><tr><td> <font style="color:#2D5500; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;"> She had always heard that fishing was indeed relaxing and beneficial to learn. It would be something that would help her in the future and if this stranger was willing to help her out why wouldn't she jump on the opportunity. Smiling to him she nodded and responded in a soft voice. I would love to learn if you would like to teach me She knew that they had already said they would but she had to be sure. A lot of others talk about doing things but never actually end up pulling through on them. Smiling which he couldn't see due to her cloth being over her face she was getting warm. This was a rare thing but she actually pulled off the scarf exposing her dark face. Putting her head down she looked to the food that was just handed to her and dug in. Taking a couple bites at a time it was very tasty and she was thankfull for the help. I really appreciate you sharing with me. It really means a lot She was being honest and knew that a good deed would not go un noticed by her. She would remember this and would return the same gesture in the future if the time came. </font> </td></tr></table> </td></tr></table>
<table width="90%" cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font style="font-family: verdana; font-size:12px;">OOC: Yay, post! His expression lit up when she accepted his offer. It was quite an upfront thing to do, offer an unknown thillie the opportunity to learn, but for Ploy this was what life was about: expansion. Taking a few more careful bites out of his makeshift leaf bowl, he swallowed and then placed his hand on the back of his grizzly head. <font color="#e2e0af">"Well, lunch is always betta' in the companeh' of preety thillies, if y'ask me. As is fishin'!"</font> Laughter, as warm as the miracle sunlight that swam across the water and danced over their faces, spilt forth. <font color="#e2e0af">"I am only kiddin' you, miss... But realleh', I enjoy th' art of teachin'. Though if yoo're to become a student a'mine, I'm gonna 'ave to know your name! I'm Ploy, the fella' who jes' fed ya."</font> He said this with an extended hand, for he gestured quite a bit while he spoke, and a few little bobs of his noggin to affirm all he'd spoken. With such glorious weather, it wasn't surprising that Zirrus had chosen to remove the fabric which concealed her features and so Ploy made no big deal about the event; had he known her from before, he probably made some silly remark that might've gotten him into trouble... afterall, it was undeniable that Zirrus was a fine young thill. Such a shame she chose to cover up! </td></tr> <tr><td style="background-color: #8cb1a7;"> <font color="#e2e0af" style="font-size:15pt; font-family: comic sans ms; line-height:6pt;"> PLOY AHACK SETTE </font></td></tr> </table>
