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bravenewworld2014-02-22 05:08 pm
for_altea) wrote in bravenewworld2014-02-22 05:08 pm
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[Perhaps a few hours away from Union, there's a stream which leads to a small spring. And there's trees. And there's distant mountains and grass and woodland and--
And the smell of cooking.
- and a campsite. Yes, firewood's burning, signalling the sun beginning to hang low in the sky. Yes, there's certainly signs of recent life.
A rather young looking teenager, quite short, and quite thin, sits just shy of the fire upon a folded, long strip of fabric. There's a bowl in his hand, but it appears he's feeding an eevee and a purrloin. He appears to be speaking to them as well.
That is, until the eevee hears your footsteps. She struggles from the youth's lap and bounds over, the whites of her (small) teeth not all that much of a threatening sight. ]
...Argent?! Please hold!
[Soon enough, the youth moves to her side, a gloved hand on the hilt of some longsword at his side. But looking to his face should inform any visitor that he shows little chance of actually attacking. His eyes are curious, tone gentle.]
Argent, please calm down. Forgive us, friend - for we are not used to visitors. We wish you no harm, unless you wish it upon us.
[The eevee continues to snarl. The purrloin soon saunters to her side as well, looking at this visitor almost hungrily.]
And the smell of cooking.
- and a campsite. Yes, firewood's burning, signalling the sun beginning to hang low in the sky. Yes, there's certainly signs of recent life.
A rather young looking teenager, quite short, and quite thin, sits just shy of the fire upon a folded, long strip of fabric. There's a bowl in his hand, but it appears he's feeding an eevee and a purrloin. He appears to be speaking to them as well.
That is, until the eevee hears your footsteps. She struggles from the youth's lap and bounds over, the whites of her (small) teeth not all that much of a threatening sight. ]
...Argent?! Please hold!
[Soon enough, the youth moves to her side, a gloved hand on the hilt of some longsword at his side. But looking to his face should inform any visitor that he shows little chance of actually attacking. His eyes are curious, tone gentle.]
Argent, please calm down. Forgive us, friend - for we are not used to visitors. We wish you no harm, unless you wish it upon us.
[The eevee continues to snarl. The purrloin soon saunters to her side as well, looking at this visitor almost hungrily.]
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I would think it difficult to miss the fruits of your labors. ...Or perhaps I ought to say, the scent. The fire will keep many wild Pokemon at by, though perhaps it is best not to draw attention to yourself, nonetheless.
As for your name...
May I ask what it is, in full?
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[Sunset creept in earlier than he expected tonight. Normally, the fire should have been out by now. The prince moves his gaze from it to Tiki. She still looks awfully pale, though seems to be improving. Slightly. And of course, given everything that's happened with escaping Altea, he's wary of answering. Very much so, especially given that it's feasible he was pursued even here. But this lady... she asked a question. He'll answer.
...My full name is Marth Lowell. What you called me, in mistake... of course you see the similarity.
[If she was an assassin sent from Altea, she would have known she'd found her mark by now. But something about her demeanour, her words, her expression. She couldn't really, could she? Either way, if she was... she would have known already. So, the rest of it comes freely.]
I am the prince of Altea, a kingdom to the west.
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[Perhaps it was not such an uncommon name. It was the name of a great hero, after all, one who had fought alongside the Savior in times long ago.]
I understand. It seems this is nothing more than a case of mistaken identity. I must apologize once again for alarming you.
[Tiki smiles, and it seems she's worked past her shock by this point.]
I have not heard of Altea, but I believe the people of the city to the south of here will be welcoming enough. They will surprised to hear of it - as am I, though I never did believe that humanity was as rare as it appears it to be.