Kiyanna felt a growing discomfort as she searched along the stream. It was a twofold feeling, discomfort in the fact that she wasn't finding any sizable fish present to attempt to catch, and discomfort at the feeling that she was not alone in these woods. Her vision lingered more upon the horizon and less upon the river as the feeling of being watched intensified. When her eyes met with the eyes of another wanderer in the woods, it took all of her willpower not to hurl her javelin as a response. Standing again. Kiyanna placed her javelin back in the brace where she held the others. Resting the butt of her spear in the ground, Kiyanna stared at the newcomer for a few moments before she spoke. "I carry it with me because metal is valuable. If I didn't, it would've been stolen by now. I also came to hunt, as the village is less than hospitable. Armor is good, as it will keep you alive if you become the hunted."

Kiyanna shifted her shoulders slightly. To the untrained eye, it was merely a standard motion. However, Kiyanna could feel the straps holding her shield in place on her back loosen slightly, making it easier to bring the shield to bear should this newcomer draw a weapon. It was a subtle motion, not one easily caught without careful attention to detail. The stream was unheeded for now, as Kiyanna had no intent on turning her back to this stranger. Kiyanna could tell that he was not of the northern lands, but it was also obvious to her that he was not of the southern lands either. His golden eyes reminded Kiyanna of the few times she had seen someone of the east, though he lacked their other features. His clothes seemed to be wildly out of place for hunting. The blues and patterns were distinctly out of place against the overall green and brown designs of the forest. The sword that this man carried also reminded Kiyanna of the swords that those of the eastern lands sometimes carried. This also set her on edge, as most people from the north didn't carry swords. Swords were more popular south and east, but Kiyanna hadn't brought one with her.

Was that this mans heritage? Eastern and south? Kiyanna would likely never know, but it was at least a fair assumption to make. Wherever he came from, he looked distinctly out of place. Though, in a sense of irony, so did Kiyanna. Most of the northern people didn't make use of hoplite tactics, and so her armor was distinctly southern in flavor. It was always strange to Kiyanna how everyone was treated differently based upon their origins. A human was a human, were they not? Though none of that really mattered at the moment since this was a meeting between strangers and not a political debate.

This meeting had a strange symmetry with Kiyanna's history, as it was not the first time she had been discovered along a stream by a stranger happening by. However, time would tell if this meeting went the same as the first time it happened. Though Kiyanna steeled herself against the memories of the past, since now was not the time for a nostalgic trip into yesterday. There was a stranger here with unknown motivations and unknown skill in combat. If Kiyanna knew that she could completely dominate him in any form of combat he chose to engage in, she would be more at ease. But she didn't know what this man was capable of, nor what he intended to do. Kiyanna's armor provided her with a degree of reassurance in that regard. She was safer from his sword blows than he was from her spear, shield, or merely bare hands. It was reassuring to know that, even against an opponent of unknown skill, Kiyanna's equipment was superior.

With the question likely to come up eventually, Kiyanna spoke again. "Tell me your name, and I shall tell you my own."

It was a simple question, one to diffuse the tension that the situation had, even if only slightly. It was better than nothing, though this was the time that Kiyanna spent mentally kicking herself over having ignored her social skills in favor of her martial ones. Though perhaps having good martial skills would make up for the lack of social skills. After all, more people respected knights than tax collectors. That held no purpose, however. The here and now was of most importance, and right now Kiyanna wanted to know this man's name.