A Walk in the Woods

[Tharu]

A young Man walks quietly threw the woods his black boots softly hitting the ground as he slowly making his way to a clearing near the middle of said woods, his Hair, one shade lighter then black, falling in a braid to the middle of his back, moving with his steps. Coming to a stop at the clearing he puts his right hand on the trunk of a nearby tree, the other hand resting on the belt to his sword, before jumping slightly and cringing as a breeze blows threw the woods, gently stirring the bottoms of his tan trousers. The Grey Arabian Stallion that had been following him gently nudges his red tunic covered shoulder and gives a quiet whinny. The young man turns and scratches the stallions forehead to reassure the Horse before leading the Arabian into the clearing and looking up at the little sky showing threw the tree branches as the Grey grazes on the grass covering the ground.

[Marinia]

Another figure, feminine, walked a faded path nearby. Her plain, drab green dress and healers pouch in vague contrast of the sheathed blade strapped to her back and the simple orniment on her forehead. softly she strode along, occasionally stooping to gather herbs.
She had just put a sprig of yarrow in her pouch when she glanced up and saw a horse following a stranger.

[Tharu]

The young man's ears prick at the sound of others foot steps, the hand on the belt moving to the hilt of the sword his other hand moving to caress the thin silver necklace chain he's wearing. he silently moves to the horse and places the hand that has caressed the chain on the horses shoulder warning the horse that someone was near. His dark brown eyes quickly scans the area before going over the same ground, slower looking for the slightest movement.

[Marinia]

The woman also stopped, knowing she had been noticed. While she was ever vigilant for an attack, she appeared completely calm as she bent to harvest a bit of wild thyme.

[Tharu]

The young man slowly makes his way to where he had last heard the movement. The horse lifts his head as watches as his Master quietly makes his way toward the edge of the clearing before he starts after his master.

[Marinia]

Rising slowly, the woman stood waiting as he approached, watching him. a vragrant breeze brushed her mahogany red hair and loose skirt aside.

[Tharu]

The young man continues towards the woman he had finally seen, watching her as much as she watched him. He jumps slightly again, cringing, as a breeze blows by again, annoyed with himself for showing weakness in front of someone that he doesn't know if they're his Enemy or not as he continues towards the woman.

[Marinia]

A reassuring smile played at the edge of her mouth as she half nodded to him. "Good day, sir." her voice was soft and gentle, adding to the mystique-filled aura that surrounded her.

[Tharu]

He gives a nod in greeting not relaxing at all. he stops a ways away from the woman, and places his free hand on the tree next to him, feeling the ruff bark against his skin, his other hand still gripping his sword hilt. The horse comes to stand near him master, his nose out at he sniffs the air before snorting and nudging his masters shoulder. the young man reaches into the satchel strapped to the horses saddle and pulls out a lump of sugar giving it to the horse, never taking his eyes off the woman the entire time.

[Marinia]

The woman nodded and stooped to continue her gathering. She was not bothered by this stranger at all, but allowed him his distance.

[Tharu]

The young man watches as the woman gathers the thyme. His thoughts go down an oviesly painful direction, although he tries hard to keep it from showing. After a few moments he finally speaks, "Why are you here?" He asks in a indifferent tone, his voice extremely cold for a person of his young years of seventeen. The horse, hearing no anger of hate in his Masters voice, makes his way over to the Woman, before the Young man's angry snap of "Slush!" Calls him back.

[Marinia]

Silently the woman rose, a sprig of wild clover in her hand. "You needent chide the animal, fine horse." she softly approached the steed and offered it the clover. Her hand paused, wanting to stroke its soft neck, but she lowered it respectfully. "I mean no harm...." her voice, still soft, now held a tone of sadness.

[Tharu]

"But you could have meant harm, and you might still despite your words." He says his tone just as indifferent and voice just as cold as before, "One of the most important lessons I've learned: 'Trust no one.'" He says fingering his necklace, and whistling softly calling the horse, Slush, straight to his side.

[Marinia]

"Wise of you. " she lowered her head to hide her eyes as she fought back tears. "Few people trust me....." she knelt back to her work. People had been prone to judge her for one reason or another before they got to know her recently, and even some of her own friends had been acting distant. She had no idea why.

[Tharu]

"You learn not to care what others think of you in my business, most most people who hire me just think of me as a pawn, but what do I care, They're just a money source." he says scratching Slush's forehead when he nudges his shoulder again.