[center][h2][color=0076a3]Alder Reynolds.[/color][/h2]

[i]Dazed.[/i]

Had he [i]really[/i] started to zone out in the midst of all of this traffic?

"[color=0076a3]No, no, this is my fault,[/color]" his voice was friendly, it sounded like it was hinting on laughter at his own foolishness. "[color=0076a3]I was loitering, I have a particularly bad habit of just standing about when I really should be moving on. I just- Well, I don't really [i]need[/i] anything from here.[/color]"

The young woman that had run into him had the whiff of forestry about her, the scent of leaves and dewy grass. She was shorter than him, pretty with olive toned skin and a pair of clear, golden-brown eyes. The scent of the woods that clung to her would have been strange if he couldn't smell the tinge of [i]wolf[/i] that clung to her. [i]Werewolves[/i], he hadn't had the pleasure of meeting very many, it was almost strange to him that he was meeting this one now. It had been a good twenty years since he'd last run into a wolf, he could barely remember it now. Time blurred for him, memories became foggy and names became nonexistent. Trying to remember that last wolf was. . . Well, in a word, unimportant.

"[color=0076a3]Can I help you?[/color]" he asked, indicating the bag that she had lifted back up from the ground. "[color=0076a3]I [i]mostly[/i] know my way around here. I wouldn't mind holding your bag, you can consider it collateral for me blatantly standing in your way.[/color]"

The girl was about as scarred as he was, wearing them like pale badges on her flesh. He wondered where she'd come to collect all of her own scars, he had half a mind to ask but the manners he'd collected over the years screamed at him not to. He decided to listen to his better instinct for once in his life. The last thing he needed to do was offend her with prying questions. There was a time and a place to ask those things, this was neither the time nor place.


He liked the idea of company and she seemed interesting. He didn't know if she'd even let him take her bag for her but he was more than willing to try. He hadn't noticed before, but he could see that she didn't seem to be wearing any shoes which struck him as slightly confusing. The amount of people moving through the marketplace was more than enough reason to at least opt for flipflops. "[color=0076a3]You're going to cut your feet up like that- Not that it's my business, of course! I just naturally worry. There's a lot of people around here, someone could drop something that could hurt you. You ought to be careful.[/color]"

Biting his knuckle as if to stop more words from streaming out, he mustered up a bright smile for her. "[color=0076a3]I'm Alder, like the tree. Are you new here?[/color]" 
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