Post by banshee on Jul 21, 2010 22:17:24 GMT -5
Dinah approaches the man sitting casually on the bench, looking him over.
Nathyn was staring up at the night sky. Blinking, He glanced down to eye the woman beside him. He didn't speak to her, but his left eyebrow did arch upward in a mildly curious manner.
"Hey, you waiting for someone?" Dinah asked him,
Nathyn relaxed his eyebrows and looked back up to the sky, "No. The glow of the cafe light casts enough light into the night sky to accent the stars harmoniously." He smirked then. "The view would be quite perfect if that taller building was out of the way."
"Oh? What are you looking at?" Dinah asked, turning around to try and follow his gaze.
Nathyn chuckled, "Well.... I was looking at the stars as I had said, but for you I will make it more exciting. I am looking at the aliens that are looming behind that invisible forcefield. It is just left of the little dipper."
"Oh well, I'm from L.A. I didn't get it. Not much point in looking up there." Dinah replied drily.
Nathyn hmmed quietly as he kept his eyes up on the sky. "I hear folks from around here say the same. Not many have taken the time to actually care about their surroundings. It is a true pity."
Marit paused as she was nearing the corner and shifted her bag to the other arm as she eyed the pair at the bench . She glanced across at the diner and gave it a wry look and shook her head before moving up a bit to see if the man there was who she thought it was .
Nathyn hmmed quietly as he kept his eyes up on the sky. "I hear folks from around here say the same. Not many have taken the time to actually care about their surroundings. It is a true pity."
Marit paused as she was nearing the corner and shifted her bag to the other arm as she eyed the pair at the bench . She glanced across at the diner and gave it a wry look and shook her head before moving up a bit to see if the man there was who she thought it was .
"I guess you're right. It's nice to look at. I moved into town recently, so haven't really thought about stuff like this. I'm Dinah." she introduced herself.
"Of course I am right." Nathyn arched another brow to the woman as she mentioned her most recent histories of moving and her name. He kept his eyes up into the sky. He may have made a sound, but he wasn't paying himself that much attention. The light and stars were just that captivating for him.
Marit smiled a bit as she noted that it was who she thought it was." Oh well if it isn't Mister Sir . Now this is a pleasure seeing you outside of work and all . I was hoping to catch up with you sometime and talk about that article in the paper you refrenced for me. " She offered Dinah a warm smile in greeting
Dinah smiled at the woman in return, but was internally quite curious as the woman greeted the guy as "Mr Sir". What the heck was that all about, she wondered.
Nathyn groaned, quite loudly at that. He overdid the turning of his head as he rolled the neck to look toward Marit. He pursed his lips, a comment hanging upon his lips. He wasn't unsure of it, but he did look.... annoyed. "Must you... speak as though you know me outside of fedding me fries at my command, woman?"
Marit propped a hand on her hip as she returned his look ," Well one can hardly come to know another outside of a job unless you take a chance to approach someone. I thought artists liked to talk about their work even if that article hardly did justice to that sketch I saw you working on
Dinah sat back against the bench and looked at the man disapprovingly. "That's rude," she commented, shooting the woman a sympathetic look, and surprised by his surliness to her.
Nathyn scoffed lightly, "Why do I need to talk about something that I know is mine and know is good? That... makes no sense to me." He shrugged then, his neck popping as he rolled his head to look back up at the sky. "The only artists that talk about their art are the ones seeking confidence for what it is they create. They have no esteem in their own talents. I... could care less what others think of my art. I know it is art. I know it expresses what I intend it to, and I know it brings me satisfaction. There is no need to discuss that. It merely is."
Agbala strolls down the sidewalk, leisurely. Her braids swing as she walks, the wooden beads clacking against each other as she moves. She seems to be mostly looking upward at the sky, but as she approaches the diner she pauses, looking over curiously at the trio on the bench. Odd time of night to catch a bus.
Marit returned Dinahs look with a crooked smile and a shrug noting that this was nicer than some of his "banter."" oooh well then I see . I am afterall merely a lay person who should stick to her waiting tables and gardening. and here I was hopeing for insight and inspiration , ah well
Dinah walks away from the bench with a noise of distaste, really put off by the guy's attitude. Artists, sheesh!
Agbala 's eyes narrow a bit, zeroing in on Nathyn. Hmmm, interesting. There's a break in traffic, then, and she makes her lean-legged way across the street - not running, but moving quickly due to her large steps. She ends up on the other sidewalk, only feet away from Nathyn.
Nathyn sat up himself. So much for watching the starlight at this point. He leaned forward and rested his elbows upon his knee. "If you.. have to talk to others to get your inspiration and insight, then you can never create art. Art is an extention of your soul. No one can help you with it but yourself. So go know thyself first then paint." He turned his head, blinking twice to the form that neared him.
Marit snorted but softly," Of for gosh sakes, I was jsut trying to make conversation and get to know you if possible, I am no painter merely a dancer..sometimes .. I leave the paint to the gods on my flowers.. No need to get snippish." but then he was obviously interested in someone else and she too looked up at the striking woman to watch her approach.
Agbala smirks slightly at the look; so he recognizes her for what she was as well. She turned gracefully, laning against the sotne planter and said - an arch look out of one side of her eye to indicate he had her interest; she knew the demands of flirting as well as any - "So, when is the bus getting here." Her eyes drift to Marit; her tone is polite, but definitely amused at something.
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Nathyn furrowed his brow to the woman, the Fae woman. He knew the feel of his own kind well enough. "There... is no bus. I was merely enjoying the view. UP there." He pointed up to the sky above the cafe. The light of the cafe gave the sky the perfect glow for star gazing. Then the one that reeks of feminine hygiene came by to speak in a language so flat it hurt my brain to interpret it, and he waitress there is trying to talk to me. Without threatening to call the cops for once." He pulled his gaze from Agbala to look back towards marit. "Oh.." he said simply. "Why did you not jsut state, 'Hello, Sir. I would like to know more about you?'."
Marit blinked a moment. clearly taken aback at his response and then she laughed softly ," Well you definitly are one that wants things to be very straightforward I see . So my appropriate interaction should have been," Hi Mister Sir. I find you handsome and annoyingly interesting . I should like to know more about you outside of the restaurant environment. " she bit her lip a moment then offered a half shrug as she glanced up at the woman, " I think you will find that some corners in Woodbourne seem to ..attract people. Its such an odd thing that I like about this town.
Agbala clicks her tongue. "Such trials for such a fine," a fractional hesitation, "man. Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose." Her eyes drift to Marit again, then, and she moves forward - close enough to Nathyn to be a subtle invitation, far enough to not invade his space, and holds out a hand to Marit. "Corners have that effect in many places. You can call me Agbala." Sideways reminders are always the most fun, and she is watching Nathyn more than Marit, waiting for his reaction.
Nathyn shook his head as he studied Agbala's... profile. He did not have anything to add to her comment, therefore, he returned teh silence. It was part of the charm of his... and noticably her ways. He blinked, his eyes returning again to Marit as he let the words she spoke sink in. "So... you have been pestering me when I have been enjoying my quiet solitude over my fries... and out here when I've come to enjoy the beauty of the natural world because you find me attractive....." he blinked again. "How curious."
Marit grinned and reached out to take Agbala's hand and offer a shake," I'm Marit ..which is somewhat preferable to the "woman" I usually get but at least I cannot argue that he has noticed that much about me past the fries." she offered Nathyn another look," Ok..humilty is one thing but you would have to be seriously pulling my leg to have me believe that no one has called you good looking before
Agbala chuckles softly. "Perhaps something more along the lines of, 'The tenor of your words makes my muscles quiver; the line of your physique would lead angels to willingly fall." She continues past Nathyn, then sits on the bench, all lean angles and clean lines. "Something more poetic, as befits a ...what is it?" She catches the hints of scent in the air, "painter?"
Nathyn grinned to agbala as spoke again and nodded, " that was quite flattering of you to say. Thank you." He turned his eyes once more to Marit. It was odd how as intently he would keep his eyes on other people and things they would always return to her. "No, I have not been called good looking before. I have been called Beautiful once, but that was in reference to something I had done, not my physical appearance. That... has never been appealing."
Marit actually looked slightly embarassed as she listened to how easy it was for Agbala to come out with the poetic word but she jsut shook her head," I am not a poet though I was told my father was. I am just me." she finally shifted and set her basket on the ground at her feet a soft clank of the trowel agasitn the small pots in it. She lifted a hand to brush back her hair as she eyed him thoughtfully," You are a bit too strong about the jaw I think to be beautiful anyway. That is too feminine. I might go to gorgeous but that would require futher study .
Agbala suggests, "Perhaps closer examination?" She leans back, an arm going along the back of the bench. "It is a large bench, with plenty of room." It is slightly mischevious of her, but she wants to see how he reacts to the mortal and what truths he will speak.
Nathyn snapped and gave a very faint for human ears hiss at Agbala, It was a hiss akin to the winds blowing through a sea of wheat. "I... am not your play thing." He stood up, a very careless and leisured manner. "I Will save you both the trouble." He stepped up to marit, raising his chin and angling his face so she could view it. Unlike Agbala, he gave no consideration for her personal space, but instead he stepped right up to her so she could see... for herslf.
Marit blinked at his sudden movement and response and even managed to begin to blush but she took in a breath and even managed a bit of a show at examining him . REaching a hand up meaning to brush back his hair ," yes... quite handsome even with cold eyes . I like your height too but then I seem to like tall men. However your reaction almost makes me wish I had asked for less clothing in order to appreciate the whole of your figure.
Agbala arched a brow, eyes narrowing in consideration as he invades Marit's personal space. "No." There is a slight inflection upward - a question, but not an implication. She crosses one leg over the other, watching the immortal with the mortal - he did leap when proded, but not in the expected directions necessarily. She smirks at Marit's words, but doesn't speak herself - biding her time like a spider in her cave.
Nathyn sighed gently and reached for marit's hand. Taking it in his own he ran her hand over hsis own hair for her. "Do not hesitate so. Hesitation is only an excuse for insecurity. You want something. take it." He still held her hand about her wrist as he looked back towards Agbala. His eyes glowed to her. He didn't seem threatened or angered. He jsut was... that lurking shadow in the darkness. The way he looked resembled that of a statement. He was stating in physical movement. Towards two immortal beings that sought touch among their own kind. He touched... though lithely in comparison to the word touch... a human.
Marit smirked a bit ," I have to know what you use in your hair. Spiky looking but it still feels so soft. I have been told too many times to beware my own strength so becareful what you offer. I tend to cuddle" At that she did duck her head a bit to nuzzle at his chest since he still held her hand and then she looked up at him with a curious blink as he looked back to Agbala. So she leaned slightly to look back at her too. " You two know each other? I begin to feel like I am jsut slightly outside of some conversation here.
Agbala arches a brow, heading tilting back and to the side slightly. "Ahhhh...." she says, her breath of a word remeniscent of the wind through the bayou - a weeping, enticing sound. She knows something of caves, and darkness, but the edge to his makes her wonder if he is who she had been looking for. "You could say that - know of is, perhaps, more accurate? Been out of touch?" She says each word so lightly, delicately, like forming clouds into cake.
Nathyn turned back to look at marit. really look. His eyes ripped into her soul through those greenish golden eyes of hers. "No one really knows of me unless they know my paintings. For they alone willingly tellt he story of my existence in so many words." He raised Marit's hand turning it so the back of her palm was exposed. he brought it up and inclined his head ever so slightly to plant a kiss upon it. "You should cuddle the woman. SHe is out of touch." He pulled her hand from his lips and rubbed his thumb over the flesh he kissed. "Good night, Marit."
Marit she took in a breath when his gaze caught her and it took a long moment before she remembered to breathe again and then she swallowed and cleared her throat," by Ganesh..."she trailed off a moment then lifted her other hand to fan herself and then offered a crooked smile , " Good night , Mister Sir. Hope to see you for fries soon " she chuckled and looked around to Agbala again and gave her a small wave. "Sorry. Will have to look into that cuddle some other time. I was going to get some plants..but I feel a real need to sneak home at the moment.
Agbala nods, once, as if something had been said that Marit didn't hear. She blinks, slowly, "It's quite all right," she says. "I can remain out of touch for a while, if I need to."
Nathyn bowed his head towards Agbala as he turned to walk down the pathway. "Cold showers do wonders, Woman!" Hehooked his thumbs into his pocket, a faint sway to his walking. "He didn't look over his shoulder at all as he moved. "If you cannot call me Sir, then call me Nathyn. Mister sounds too vulger."
Marit couldn't help but watch him walk away . Afterall it would be impolite to decline such an invitation and she laughed to his words." Ohhh no. I plan to relish this heat. It is rare enough for me. Good night then Nathyn. hope you have pleasant dreams . " she picked up her basket and slug it over her arm as she started away with a chuckle and a sigh as she passed Agbala," I will .
Agbala returns the head inclination, a fraction of a hair deeper than his; a recognition, without words needed. Her eyes drift to Marit, then, and expression that might be called fond on her features. Humans were such delightful creatures. "Good night," she says simply, in general.
Nathyn was staring up at the night sky. Blinking, He glanced down to eye the woman beside him. He didn't speak to her, but his left eyebrow did arch upward in a mildly curious manner.
"Hey, you waiting for someone?" Dinah asked him,
Nathyn relaxed his eyebrows and looked back up to the sky, "No. The glow of the cafe light casts enough light into the night sky to accent the stars harmoniously." He smirked then. "The view would be quite perfect if that taller building was out of the way."
"Oh? What are you looking at?" Dinah asked, turning around to try and follow his gaze.
Nathyn chuckled, "Well.... I was looking at the stars as I had said, but for you I will make it more exciting. I am looking at the aliens that are looming behind that invisible forcefield. It is just left of the little dipper."
"Oh well, I'm from L.A. I didn't get it. Not much point in looking up there." Dinah replied drily.
Nathyn hmmed quietly as he kept his eyes up on the sky. "I hear folks from around here say the same. Not many have taken the time to actually care about their surroundings. It is a true pity."
Marit paused as she was nearing the corner and shifted her bag to the other arm as she eyed the pair at the bench . She glanced across at the diner and gave it a wry look and shook her head before moving up a bit to see if the man there was who she thought it was .
Nathyn hmmed quietly as he kept his eyes up on the sky. "I hear folks from around here say the same. Not many have taken the time to actually care about their surroundings. It is a true pity."
Marit paused as she was nearing the corner and shifted her bag to the other arm as she eyed the pair at the bench . She glanced across at the diner and gave it a wry look and shook her head before moving up a bit to see if the man there was who she thought it was .
"I guess you're right. It's nice to look at. I moved into town recently, so haven't really thought about stuff like this. I'm Dinah." she introduced herself.
"Of course I am right." Nathyn arched another brow to the woman as she mentioned her most recent histories of moving and her name. He kept his eyes up into the sky. He may have made a sound, but he wasn't paying himself that much attention. The light and stars were just that captivating for him.
Marit smiled a bit as she noted that it was who she thought it was." Oh well if it isn't Mister Sir . Now this is a pleasure seeing you outside of work and all . I was hoping to catch up with you sometime and talk about that article in the paper you refrenced for me. " She offered Dinah a warm smile in greeting
Dinah smiled at the woman in return, but was internally quite curious as the woman greeted the guy as "Mr Sir". What the heck was that all about, she wondered.
Nathyn groaned, quite loudly at that. He overdid the turning of his head as he rolled the neck to look toward Marit. He pursed his lips, a comment hanging upon his lips. He wasn't unsure of it, but he did look.... annoyed. "Must you... speak as though you know me outside of fedding me fries at my command, woman?"
Marit propped a hand on her hip as she returned his look ," Well one can hardly come to know another outside of a job unless you take a chance to approach someone. I thought artists liked to talk about their work even if that article hardly did justice to that sketch I saw you working on
Dinah sat back against the bench and looked at the man disapprovingly. "That's rude," she commented, shooting the woman a sympathetic look, and surprised by his surliness to her.
Nathyn scoffed lightly, "Why do I need to talk about something that I know is mine and know is good? That... makes no sense to me." He shrugged then, his neck popping as he rolled his head to look back up at the sky. "The only artists that talk about their art are the ones seeking confidence for what it is they create. They have no esteem in their own talents. I... could care less what others think of my art. I know it is art. I know it expresses what I intend it to, and I know it brings me satisfaction. There is no need to discuss that. It merely is."
Agbala strolls down the sidewalk, leisurely. Her braids swing as she walks, the wooden beads clacking against each other as she moves. She seems to be mostly looking upward at the sky, but as she approaches the diner she pauses, looking over curiously at the trio on the bench. Odd time of night to catch a bus.
Marit returned Dinahs look with a crooked smile and a shrug noting that this was nicer than some of his "banter."" oooh well then I see . I am afterall merely a lay person who should stick to her waiting tables and gardening. and here I was hopeing for insight and inspiration , ah well
Dinah walks away from the bench with a noise of distaste, really put off by the guy's attitude. Artists, sheesh!
Agbala 's eyes narrow a bit, zeroing in on Nathyn. Hmmm, interesting. There's a break in traffic, then, and she makes her lean-legged way across the street - not running, but moving quickly due to her large steps. She ends up on the other sidewalk, only feet away from Nathyn.
Nathyn sat up himself. So much for watching the starlight at this point. He leaned forward and rested his elbows upon his knee. "If you.. have to talk to others to get your inspiration and insight, then you can never create art. Art is an extention of your soul. No one can help you with it but yourself. So go know thyself first then paint." He turned his head, blinking twice to the form that neared him.
Marit snorted but softly," Of for gosh sakes, I was jsut trying to make conversation and get to know you if possible, I am no painter merely a dancer..sometimes .. I leave the paint to the gods on my flowers.. No need to get snippish." but then he was obviously interested in someone else and she too looked up at the striking woman to watch her approach.
Agbala smirks slightly at the look; so he recognizes her for what she was as well. She turned gracefully, laning against the sotne planter and said - an arch look out of one side of her eye to indicate he had her interest; she knew the demands of flirting as well as any - "So, when is the bus getting here." Her eyes drift to Marit; her tone is polite, but definitely amused at something.
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Nathyn furrowed his brow to the woman, the Fae woman. He knew the feel of his own kind well enough. "There... is no bus. I was merely enjoying the view. UP there." He pointed up to the sky above the cafe. The light of the cafe gave the sky the perfect glow for star gazing. Then the one that reeks of feminine hygiene came by to speak in a language so flat it hurt my brain to interpret it, and he waitress there is trying to talk to me. Without threatening to call the cops for once." He pulled his gaze from Agbala to look back towards marit. "Oh.." he said simply. "Why did you not jsut state, 'Hello, Sir. I would like to know more about you?'."
Marit blinked a moment. clearly taken aback at his response and then she laughed softly ," Well you definitly are one that wants things to be very straightforward I see . So my appropriate interaction should have been," Hi Mister Sir. I find you handsome and annoyingly interesting . I should like to know more about you outside of the restaurant environment. " she bit her lip a moment then offered a half shrug as she glanced up at the woman, " I think you will find that some corners in Woodbourne seem to ..attract people. Its such an odd thing that I like about this town.
Agbala clicks her tongue. "Such trials for such a fine," a fractional hesitation, "man. Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose." Her eyes drift to Marit again, then, and she moves forward - close enough to Nathyn to be a subtle invitation, far enough to not invade his space, and holds out a hand to Marit. "Corners have that effect in many places. You can call me Agbala." Sideways reminders are always the most fun, and she is watching Nathyn more than Marit, waiting for his reaction.
Nathyn shook his head as he studied Agbala's... profile. He did not have anything to add to her comment, therefore, he returned teh silence. It was part of the charm of his... and noticably her ways. He blinked, his eyes returning again to Marit as he let the words she spoke sink in. "So... you have been pestering me when I have been enjoying my quiet solitude over my fries... and out here when I've come to enjoy the beauty of the natural world because you find me attractive....." he blinked again. "How curious."
Marit grinned and reached out to take Agbala's hand and offer a shake," I'm Marit ..which is somewhat preferable to the "woman" I usually get but at least I cannot argue that he has noticed that much about me past the fries." she offered Nathyn another look," Ok..humilty is one thing but you would have to be seriously pulling my leg to have me believe that no one has called you good looking before
Agbala chuckles softly. "Perhaps something more along the lines of, 'The tenor of your words makes my muscles quiver; the line of your physique would lead angels to willingly fall." She continues past Nathyn, then sits on the bench, all lean angles and clean lines. "Something more poetic, as befits a ...what is it?" She catches the hints of scent in the air, "painter?"
Nathyn grinned to agbala as spoke again and nodded, " that was quite flattering of you to say. Thank you." He turned his eyes once more to Marit. It was odd how as intently he would keep his eyes on other people and things they would always return to her. "No, I have not been called good looking before. I have been called Beautiful once, but that was in reference to something I had done, not my physical appearance. That... has never been appealing."
Marit actually looked slightly embarassed as she listened to how easy it was for Agbala to come out with the poetic word but she jsut shook her head," I am not a poet though I was told my father was. I am just me." she finally shifted and set her basket on the ground at her feet a soft clank of the trowel agasitn the small pots in it. She lifted a hand to brush back her hair as she eyed him thoughtfully," You are a bit too strong about the jaw I think to be beautiful anyway. That is too feminine. I might go to gorgeous but that would require futher study .
Agbala suggests, "Perhaps closer examination?" She leans back, an arm going along the back of the bench. "It is a large bench, with plenty of room." It is slightly mischevious of her, but she wants to see how he reacts to the mortal and what truths he will speak.
Nathyn snapped and gave a very faint for human ears hiss at Agbala, It was a hiss akin to the winds blowing through a sea of wheat. "I... am not your play thing." He stood up, a very careless and leisured manner. "I Will save you both the trouble." He stepped up to marit, raising his chin and angling his face so she could view it. Unlike Agbala, he gave no consideration for her personal space, but instead he stepped right up to her so she could see... for herslf.
Marit blinked at his sudden movement and response and even managed to begin to blush but she took in a breath and even managed a bit of a show at examining him . REaching a hand up meaning to brush back his hair ," yes... quite handsome even with cold eyes . I like your height too but then I seem to like tall men. However your reaction almost makes me wish I had asked for less clothing in order to appreciate the whole of your figure.
Agbala arched a brow, eyes narrowing in consideration as he invades Marit's personal space. "No." There is a slight inflection upward - a question, but not an implication. She crosses one leg over the other, watching the immortal with the mortal - he did leap when proded, but not in the expected directions necessarily. She smirks at Marit's words, but doesn't speak herself - biding her time like a spider in her cave.
Nathyn sighed gently and reached for marit's hand. Taking it in his own he ran her hand over hsis own hair for her. "Do not hesitate so. Hesitation is only an excuse for insecurity. You want something. take it." He still held her hand about her wrist as he looked back towards Agbala. His eyes glowed to her. He didn't seem threatened or angered. He jsut was... that lurking shadow in the darkness. The way he looked resembled that of a statement. He was stating in physical movement. Towards two immortal beings that sought touch among their own kind. He touched... though lithely in comparison to the word touch... a human.
Marit smirked a bit ," I have to know what you use in your hair. Spiky looking but it still feels so soft. I have been told too many times to beware my own strength so becareful what you offer. I tend to cuddle" At that she did duck her head a bit to nuzzle at his chest since he still held her hand and then she looked up at him with a curious blink as he looked back to Agbala. So she leaned slightly to look back at her too. " You two know each other? I begin to feel like I am jsut slightly outside of some conversation here.
Agbala arches a brow, heading tilting back and to the side slightly. "Ahhhh...." she says, her breath of a word remeniscent of the wind through the bayou - a weeping, enticing sound. She knows something of caves, and darkness, but the edge to his makes her wonder if he is who she had been looking for. "You could say that - know of is, perhaps, more accurate? Been out of touch?" She says each word so lightly, delicately, like forming clouds into cake.
Nathyn turned back to look at marit. really look. His eyes ripped into her soul through those greenish golden eyes of hers. "No one really knows of me unless they know my paintings. For they alone willingly tellt he story of my existence in so many words." He raised Marit's hand turning it so the back of her palm was exposed. he brought it up and inclined his head ever so slightly to plant a kiss upon it. "You should cuddle the woman. SHe is out of touch." He pulled her hand from his lips and rubbed his thumb over the flesh he kissed. "Good night, Marit."
Marit she took in a breath when his gaze caught her and it took a long moment before she remembered to breathe again and then she swallowed and cleared her throat," by Ganesh..."she trailed off a moment then lifted her other hand to fan herself and then offered a crooked smile , " Good night , Mister Sir. Hope to see you for fries soon " she chuckled and looked around to Agbala again and gave her a small wave. "Sorry. Will have to look into that cuddle some other time. I was going to get some plants..but I feel a real need to sneak home at the moment.
Agbala nods, once, as if something had been said that Marit didn't hear. She blinks, slowly, "It's quite all right," she says. "I can remain out of touch for a while, if I need to."
Nathyn bowed his head towards Agbala as he turned to walk down the pathway. "Cold showers do wonders, Woman!" Hehooked his thumbs into his pocket, a faint sway to his walking. "He didn't look over his shoulder at all as he moved. "If you cannot call me Sir, then call me Nathyn. Mister sounds too vulger."
Marit couldn't help but watch him walk away . Afterall it would be impolite to decline such an invitation and she laughed to his words." Ohhh no. I plan to relish this heat. It is rare enough for me. Good night then Nathyn. hope you have pleasant dreams . " she picked up her basket and slug it over her arm as she started away with a chuckle and a sigh as she passed Agbala," I will .
Agbala returns the head inclination, a fraction of a hair deeper than his; a recognition, without words needed. Her eyes drift to Marit, then, and expression that might be called fond on her features. Humans were such delightful creatures. "Good night," she says simply, in general.