[center][h1][color=708090] Taran Fisherson[/color][/h1][/center]

Sitting hunched over was  Taran could do as one of the women came closer and started putting out the many fires that he had started. Well, a woman...and a wolf...and a fox. Perhaps he had fallen out of the tree and hit his head harder than he thought. That  idea was flushed from his mind a he started to get hit with would  be piles of dirt. Some of them even went on his hands, but it felt like most of it went down the back of his shirt.  He finally stood up after the woman called off the attack. 

When he looked up, the fires had all but been extinguished, just a few persistent puffs of smoke   remained behind.  The woman who had helped put out his fires was also crouching down next to him, nearly at eye level. [color=708090]"I didn't think,"[/color] he said, his voice cracking a little more than he would have liked. [color=708090]"I...I didn't think you were going to hurt me," [/color]he said finally, feel ridiculous with dirt covering most of his body.[color=708090] "And.."[/color] he said slowly standing up, feeling most of the dirt running off his body.[color=708090] "And, I...not a Py...whatever you just said. I'm not anything," [/color]He said the statement as though it had been very well rehearsed and he almost sounded convinced himself. Almost. [color=708090]"I'm just... I'm just trying to get to Seren's folly. I think,"[/color] that had been his whole plan thus far. Following vague hints and half heard conversations and wandering around in hope to find something /anything/ that would make the fires stop...happening. [color=708090]"Um, my name is Taran,"[/color] he finally said, unsure of what else to add. 

[center][h1][color=bc8dbf] Emiliah Hazelbrush [/color][/h1][/center] 

[color=bc8dbf] "So, just because no one knows where she is makes worthless in helping you find her?"[/color] said Emiliah, placing her hands on her hips. She didn't get the sexist vibe off of Fenros, but that didn't mean it was there. Or worse, perhaps he just thought that she wasn't a good enough hunter because she was asking for help. She almost withdrew her reach out for help. She didn't think she needed his help, it was a courtesy thing. 

But this could also be a chance to really prove herself. To prove to this man that she WOULD be helpful with taking on this...this unfindable witch. If it [color=bc8dbf]  "Well," [/color] she said, swallowing her irritation.[color=bc8dbf]  "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that it was two separate witches. Sometimes it  seems to be more based with familiars, there are signs that there are lots of...non-humans having been around.  Then the other half the time they seem to be more elemental, mostly with fire and earth judging by the landscape."[/color]  With great effort, she slid into the chair across from Fenros, her mood already bettering after having spoke of the witch she was tracking, that always worked to calm her down.  Somewhere off behind her, Bobby was lecturing someone who seemed a lot less willing to take his advice and help. 


[center][h1][color=a36209] Clay Hale[/color][/h1][/center] 

It was clear that Senna had had a little too much to drink. She was usually /slightly/ better at hiding her crazy. A part of him was tempted to as the Parisi boy if he still thought partnering with them was a good idea. Another part of him felt that his best corse of action was to stay /very/ close to Senna, incase she decided to do something stupid and physical that would get them both bared from Bobby's. And Clay could not let that happen. Between himself and Senna, there weren't any other taverns left in all of the folly that would allow them to come in for a bit of ale and a hot meal.  It was annoying when she got like it, but, he supposed, dealing with her attitude came with being her partner. 

He mouthed an apology towards Bobby, hoping that would sweeten their return when they came back. Clay then followed Senna out of the tavern and into the night. He let her walk a few steps, watching her gate for surefootedness, before speaking again.[color=a36209] "So,[/color] remind me," he said,[color=a36209] "Why did you have me come with if you work better alone? And, on top of that, could you not yell at the /one/ tavern owner who still lets us come in?" [/color] He took a deep breath. [color=a36209]"And you know what, you may think it is a good idea to track right now, but that ale is going to hit you before we even step foot in the forest. So if you wanna go die, be my guest, but right now, I am thinking about a nice sleep in a slightly infested bed," [/color]. The last thing he wanted to do right now, was keep a wasted Senna from dying. 

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