Arc I - Terreille in Trouble
Mikhail gave a discreet laugh as he watched, amused as the small sceltie barked in joy as it ate the food. His tail was wagging so fiercely that it was stirring the dust covering the floor. Storing half of the food Mikhail gave him and eating the other half, Mikhail couldn't help but let out a surprised expression when the sceltie mentioned that he knew who the Dea Al Mon were."That's right. We all have pointed ears and we come from the eastern corner of Kaeleer."
he replied, nodding with an amused chuckle.
The moment Mikhail asked about his friend and what he took though, the sceltie's tail immediately dropped a bit as he said that he couldn't tell him. After a moment, the sceltie said that his friend had arrived. Thanking Mikhail for the food with a funny dog smile, he trotted towards the woods, from where Mikhail himself could feel a slight feeling of Craft, coming from the very edge of the village. As the friendly sceltie walked towards where the strange figure was, Mikhail still could hear it, telling his friend excitedly how he had good food.
Using his sight shield, Mikhail started going after the strange figure, the sceltie's "friend". Probing on to the craft feeling he had felt, he would notice it was a weaker, lighter jewel than his. From the distance, Mikhail noticed the overall silhouette of the strange figure. It was probably a male due to it's broad shoulders. Approaching both of them, Mikhail would try to just stay hidden and evaluate both of them first before making any move. He wanted to know if they were working for someone or if they wanted to just steal something in order survive and know exactly what did the sceltie took from the coach.
The shadows deepened as Dunny trotter towards his friend, drawing closer revealed that the figure was not as Mikhil first thought. Shorter by far, the height was boosted by the massive pack upon the you lady's back. A thick bedroll giving the appearance of broad shoulders. Pale blonde hair that Mikhail would recognize as a trademark of the Glacien race of Kaeleer revealed in part the origins of the boy though the skin was darker and toned to one of the long lived races. "Dunny. C'mon, we got to get afore you get us into trouble." The voice was oddly feminine, though the psychic scent was indeed and dominantly male.
Dunny looked unperturbed at his friends anxious state. I got things! Good things! Oh, and the point-eared-from-Kaeleer-good-food Prince is following me!
The sceltie turned his traitorous fuzzy face to Mikhail with a smile. He is nice! I like him!
"Hell's Fires! Dunny!" The voice pitched as the lad scooped up the dog, yanking it away from where the intruder might be. The Sceltie gave a confused whine. What? Where is danger? I dont see danger!
"He is danger you fool!"
As he got closer to the sceltie's friend, Mikhail quickly noticed that the figure was shorter than he initially thought and was carrying a massive pack on his back. Despite the male psychic scent, it had quite a feminine voice. It's pale blonde hair was similar to a Glacien but it's darker skin was one of the longed lived races. Probably a mixed blood.
Just as he finished analyzing the boy though, he heard the sceltie mentioning that Mikhail had followed him there. Surprised, Mikhail raised an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting them to notice him there, but it seemed that the sceltie was much sharper than he thought it was."Impressive."
Mikhail said with a chuckle as he undid his sight shield and showing himself to both of them, despite the boy's clear panic, having scooped up the dog and telling that Mikhail was dangerous."If I wanted to harm you both, I would have already done so. You should trust on your sceltie friend. I'm not here to harm you."
Mikhail said as he began explaining."I simply wanted to know your reason for coming to us and what exactly did you two take from the coach."
Mikhail said as he looked to the blonde boy."As I explained to your little friend, there are some... 'bad' people after us and I need to know if you work for them and what exactly were your motives to come to us. And yes, the things you guys took from the coach too."
Mikhail said, giving the boy a serious look, but clearly meaning no harm. At least not yet."By the way, I don't care for some of the stuff to simply have... 'disappeared' from the coach. Depending on what they are, of course."
he finished with a chuckle and a smirk, considerably lessening the pressure from the serious stare he gave before.
The pale haired lad glowered at Mikhail in clear distrust. "We just took some supplies and we don't work for nobody." He hissed, his voice soft as he edged away with the squirming and disapproving Dunny. The latter clearing explaining that his friend had it all wrong and Mikhail was a person who gave food and pats. "And how d'we know yer a 'good' person?"I would have smelt it otherwise!
Came the indignite growl from Dunny.
Mikhail silently watched, analyzing the boy's reaction as he said that he didn't work for anyone and telling they just took some supplies. Even though the sceltie seemed to believe Mikhail was a good person, the boy seemed to think otherwise."Simple. If I was a bad person, do you think I would be asking these questions or do you think I would have simply killed you after being stolen?"
Mikhail asked, raising an eyebrow, almost laughing at the boy's distrust towards him."Besides, it's the second time I said I don't mind if a few things disappear from the coach that I'm guarding and I saw no reactions about that."
Mikhail finished, eyeing the boy almost as if silently asking if he was satisfied now."I just want to know exactly what did you take from the coach. Depending on what did you take, I won't mind if you keep it. Also, can I trust that you aren't working for anyone?"
Mikhail asked with a penetrating stare, analyzing every movement the boy gave, every reaction, almost as if he was reading the boy's very soul.
The boy took a step back nervously looking about, while Dunny looked perfectly annoyed at the situation. The little Sceltie knew his friend didn't trust other and with good reason, but why couldn't he trust Dunny? Dunny liked the pointed-eared Dea Al Mon and Dunny wasn't often wrong about things. Tell him, Thom! Tell him! Maybe he has more food!
"You think only with your stomach." Can the retort from the lad, muttered in a undertone. I'm not wrong about this. It's not like that time with the chickens.
"Or the cats-?" Or the cats, or the ducks...
"Dunny, I aint." It's not like that!
"It's exactly like that, it is!" The two seemed rather engaged in an argument as the boy continuously backed away from Mikhail.
Mikhail silently watched, giving both the sceltie, who apparently was called Dunny or the boy, Thom as they argued if they should trust Mikhail or not. While the sceltie was inclined to trust him, the boy was exactly the opposite, going as far as to back away from Mikhail as they talked with each other."I'm just here to talk, there is no need to run away from me."
Mikhail said, raising his hands in the air just as the boy started backing away from him."Again, even though we were stolen, I'm willing to let you both keep what you took if I judge them to be things that won't be that necessary to the rest of the group. I gave Dunny food simply because he looked hungry and I came here to talk instead of simply restraining you and forcing you two to give back whatever you stole."
Mikhail said, once again trying to calm the boy down."Be reasonable, Thom, trust Dunny, I can promise he's not wrong this time."
Mikhail said, purposely using their names."And you are encouraging thieves to steal? Perhaps it was you we should have been wary of."
The large growl came from the dark shadows of the forest, a hand clamping down on the lad's shoulder preventing the boy from running. Bellinar had returned, and now steered- dragged- the lad towards Mikhail. "What the hell was going on while I was away?" The Eyrien Warlord Prince looked immaculate, if a bit tired and smelling of a woman's sweet perfume. Dunny growled at the large Warlord, the tiny Sceltie looking about ready to take a chunk out of a threat far larger than himself.
The very moment Mikhail had finished talking though, a rather familiar voice sounded coming from further inside the forest. A large hand grabbed Thom's shoulder, preventing him from running and probably frightening the boy to death."Come on Bellinar... It's just a poor boy and his sceltie. The boy is probably as hungry as the sceltie was before I gave him some food."
Mikhail said, sighing as he replied to Bellinar as he watched him grabbing Thom."Just calm down everyone... The boy just tried to steal some food and a few things that were on the coach. Probably to sell to buy food."
Mikhail said trying to explain.