RP:My Insult

Aoshi paces slowly down the winding path. The young teen looking more like a knight then a teen. Using his staff as a walking stick, he trudges through the snow The natural silence of the area broken by the sound of metal clanking as he attempts, and fails, to push through the forest quietly. A contradiction if there ever was one.

Sabrina was perched neatly astride a massive creature well known in these lands for his gross negligence of others personal space. It was an odd image, for certain; a rather petite elf druid with eyes like frosted mint and lengthy trusses flowing like an inky river engaged in intricate braids that trailed down her back... and then there was him. Rohk stood at fifteen hands at the shoulder, razor sharp hackles rose to produce the only comfortable spot on his form for which she sat. Blackened obsidian plates reflected all manner of light that infringed upon it, and save for one broken tusk he appeared to be an impenetrable force of both this plane and the one beneath them. He stopped, twin tails falling to grind two small trenches in the ground behind him as a half cocked head peered at the icy male who stood there before him. It was Sabrina who made the first noise, a response to a familiarity that graced the memory spell upon her form. It was the closet thing to recognition he would receive, as with any other, it would take many meetings before her recollection of him became remotely automated. “You are noisy.” Her voice was like song, insult or not, but there was little if anything that anyone found threatening about her on a normal day- so long as proximity was respected. Despite a thick accent he would understand her horrid Common, not that she couldn't excel at nearly any linguistic attempt she just felt the tongue to be raw and vulgar in its methods and since found no need to perfect it.

Aoshi grumbles a bit as his free hand moves up to his helmet and removes it. He shakes his head free from the restraint of the face mask and helmet. White as snow locks sway over his small head until landing in front of his eyes. He looks over the woman and nods “I told Gikal this was to big.. but nooooo” the teen rolls his eyes. Very obvious, he may have the shell of a knight. But under the armor was a male in the transition of boy to man. He looks over the woman sitting on the beast. “Your face is noisy” his return insult stamped the fact he was on more the boy side of the pendulum.

Sabrina looked in shock over his remark a she could not make head nor tails of its meaning. Rohk snorts purposefully, that a lessor creature would make such remarks lead him to believe its species to be nearer to the infantile stage,although this did not change the idea he would still endear to bear witness to the flavor of the victim before they two. His thoughts are rewarded by a sharp heeled kick to both his sides as Sabrina warns him to contain his thoughts in his own head. Their interaction was one of telling, that one knew what t'other was on about and they were clearly the only ones in the know. “My face...” She questioned his wording, though Common was not her first language she understood the basics and this retort factually did not make sense. She slides down from the hellbeast, feet landing silent as the grave- her every movement equally silent and gracefully fluid. Rohk shakes his hide, much like a Larketian stallion, to straighten the misaligned scales and rest his hackles neatly flush against his massive form. The female looked smaller once grounded, her head coming only to the chin of the beast she once rode, and she stows her elegant bow about her form as she saw no threat here. “You have to adjust.” She began her approach to the man-child thin gloved arms ready to extend to the tethers that bound the plating to his form. “Proper fit make little noise, and you don't stomp like so” She imitated his steps much like a Neanderthal or an ape with a wide gate and balled fists. “It is like so.” And now she takes the last two steps with liquid elegance, the sound of her footfalls robbed from his very ears. His helmet would be tended to in good time, if he did so chose to relinquish it.

Aoshi extends his arms again to allow her easy access to the tethers, He sighs as if bored. “I told him it wouldn't fit, but” he goes into a moking voice, that of a giant “You're a child, I am a master, I know best. Bla de blah de blah.” he again rolls his eyes. He returns his gaze to the beast and he tilts his head to the side. He extends his neck and sniffs loudly before pulling his head back rather quickly. “You smell.. familiar, but different. It's like I've smelled you before, but not.” This all said to Rohk all the while his armor is tended to.

Sabrina works nimble fingers to tighten and fasten his tethers. “If you chose a Master, you do not trust his judgment is bad.” Rohk looked perplexed, he was not usually one to give a damn who remembered him or not but it was unlike him to forget anyone he deemed important. He shrugs, wandering off to the side of the path to tend to his nethers in plain sight. The Elfess finishes up the back of the plating and moves to the front of him. She smelled rather clean, as was the norm for her species, but lavender and sandalwood would be the best description of her calming scent. She smelled nothing of the hound which could best be described as brimstone and dwarf flatulence trailing behind vats of questionable egg salad. Good thing too since she was at current a few hairs shy of being right under his nose. She looks up at him, tugging the pieces down and pulling his arms to his sides to judge his range of motion. There were a few creaks here and there but it was a world of difference from a few moments prior. “Better?” She takes a step back, both hands out palms up, “Helm?”

Aoshi looks down at her once the beast goes to the tending. “He is not my master.” he extends his helmet to the woman. “He is the armor master. He supplies the armor for frostmaws knights. I was told to find him out. I like my old stuff better. Not as heavy.” he nods in an affirmative manor. After handing over the helmet, he moves around to stretch out his arms and move in a way one would prior to combat. He suddenly stops as a realization hits his face. “I.. Im sorry, I must be coming off incredibly rude. Thank you for your assistance.” he offers a nod to the woman, his eyes locking with hers to show his sincerity.

Sabrina didn't take things as rude or not rude. There was nothing notably improper in her mind, though she did not hold him to as high of standard as she would and adult or another Elf. She gives him an encouraging wink and takes his helmet to a rock where she sat and began adjusting the leathers inside to provide a more snug fit. It was difficult work since the helm appeared to have been worn by one much larger and for a substantial amount of time as the buckles were dug deep into the leather straps that lay within. “I do not care for all this” the helm is lifted to signify the amount of weight and clutter it possessed. “Too hard to move, it makes numb to the feeling of whats going on.” She pulled and she stretched and she loosed the straps after some time, taking a canteen by her side to wet them with not more than a bit of water to soften them up. When they were fit to his head they would dry in a manner that refit it to his size until the next person needed it.

Aoshi nods “I am quite un-accustomed to a helmet all together. I'm hoping when I begin my training, I'll be able to go with out it. I understand it's need. But I think the negatives out weigh the good. It's to heavy for one, two I can't see with out having to turn my head which if you're in combat, turning your head to the side, away from what's directly in front of you opens up a free hit. And third, even when I do turn my head I can't see as far around me. I can't hear as well, and it smells funny inside.”

Sabrina laughs, it was an odd enough occurrence that Rohk broke from the feast of his male-bits to cast a sidewards and unapproving glance at his person. “Maybe you should practice with no eyes, can't help for the smell, the last one died in there.” In her field she knew the smell of death, even old death. Still, it was not a reassuring notion that his point of facts were proven in its predecessors doom. She sets the helm down and takes a length of white bandage from her satchel. “Here then, this works for better.” She approaches him, her intent to tie it on his head, blocking his vision entirely. “You should at least learn to evade danger in complete darkness.” It was a good skill to be had, but he would have to commit to wearing the blinder for more than a few minutes, maybe even a full week. “Learn to step with the ground, not on it.”

Aoshi nods “The sight is something I'm fine with loosing. I'm a beginner, but I know it takes longer to see the attack then defend against it, than it takes to feel and defend” he pauses. “I smell a lot. I don't know why. But I can tell you in two days there will be fresh snow here. I can tell that you had a fish to eat recently. Because I can smell it. But when I put that on, it would be like putting hands on your ears and trying to listen to someone talking. Speaking of hearing, it's like that as well. Can't tell subtleties from the obvious.” he shrugs “But if it's what's required, then I suppose I don't have a choice.”

Sabrina blinks. “There is often fresh snow here.” She shoves the bindings in the helmet and forces it into his hands. Whether he just realized it or not he just told her that her breath was foul and no matter how off his senses were -that- was rude. “I don't think a blindfold is going to teach you subtleties since you can barely sense the obvious.” With that she makes a pushing motion with both hands, forcing the ground at his feet to drive him away from her path to the hound who had caught exactly what just happened. He shakes his head in a very human-like nature, hissing out the most horrid sounding laughter any could happen across in the known world. She curses at him, Elvish of course, and begins up the path to continue her venture alone if she had to.

Aoshi pulls his head back at the sudden change. He shakes his head to the side as he watches her leave. “Thanks again for the help...” he slumps his head giving a bit of a sigh then continues his way down south. “I swear, I'll never understand town folk” he shakes his head once again pondering his thoughts in his head.