RP:Alice Considers an Apprentice

Kelay Tavern

Vaan entrance to the tavern is heralded only by the squeak of the tavern door as it swings ajar; perhaps too, it is announced by patrons as they stumble aside to avoid a large wolf, stalking it’s way back to Alice. The Elf’s dull-gray eyes gaze out at those within betwixt stray strands of crimson hair, though their distant look would suggest he to be watching something further than this plane--indeed, to be gazing upon something in his mind’s eye, perhaps. Woad-like tribal designs sparkle all about his skin and near-bare upper torso in a bronze hue, to denote perhaps, the emotion that courses through the Sylvan, were any to understand Sa’vre. At any rate, he moves forward with a rhythmic gait, in sync to the cadence of his heart as it beats within his chest, his path set by the timber wolf ahead. Upon close proximity, his voice finds Alice, but his eyes can’t be further from her, “I have received your letter, and thank you for the wolf’s guidance.” Otherwise, in his current state, he would have been unable to locate the woman, or even so much as replied to her letter. “Vaan, Hunter.” Is his short introduction, his tone smooth and calm, akin to the expression he bears upon visage. The other two, were Alice interacting with them, go completely unnoticed--or at least, he does not indicate that he is aware of their presence.

Alice had secrets. Ones that she herself would have considered dark secrets, but, in this land, she had found that others would probably not find those secrets quite as dark. In fact... what she, and the people she had been raised around, had believed to be evil... was just normal here. It still wasn't to her, no matter how automatic these secrets came into play. It was with these sorts of... secrets, that the young woman knew her friend, the wolf, was here, before he'd even arrived. She didn't turn to look at the door just yet, only calling out to the animal. "Meadefang. Get o'er here before ye give the childer's a scare." As the wolf returned to her side, and lay down, she reached, scratching behind his ears. "Ye did good boy... Ye'll have a treat back home..." Home, by the sea, home, where danger was always afoot. Home, just like the old home. Her red curls bounced lightly as she turned her head to look at Vaan, once he spoke. Glancing him over, she was quiet a moment or so. He looked as if he was one of -that- sort... only... that sort wasn't... it wasn't evil. She always had to remember that. Raphaline had been trying to show her that it wasn't as bad as it seemed... So had Alareik. Alareik had only made Alice hate it more... in any case, whatever it was she was so wary about was kept secret. The blue-eyed young lady, always full of mystery, and always, of course, full of fire. "Aye. Good te meet ye. An' ye must be the one who's lookin' fer trainin', ye?" Her voice was too feminine for a girl with so much soot on her cheeks, but too gruff to belong to someone with such pleasant features. Then again, the voice seemed to match perfectly; gruff, girlish, wise, strong. Weary.

Vaan doesn’t pause or even make note of the complexity of her accent, his own voice tinged with something likened to a rolling accent himself, albeit watered down by the few centuries he’s spent developing his Common. Instead, he nods his head in silent assent to her words, his hand--forefinger and middle raised together--touch his lips and then flick away towards Alice, as if showing her where his lips touched; a sign of respect, in his native custom. Alas, he’ll speak, offering, “I merely wished to make your acquaintance, for now.” And then, suddenly, the Sylvan dips his head low, a courtly bow to bely the humble clothes and appearance he presents, “But time is not yet, for instruction. Farewell, my lady.” And the Elf simply turns around and walks away, his footsteps sure and strong, as though vision was not an issue to the otherwise completely blind Elf.