Brianna
"Zaeren, huh?" Brianna said with a deep throaty purr. "Sounds so official, like there's a title in front of it." She held her arms out and in her most grandiose voice, as though she were proclaiming to arrival of a noble, proclaimed "Lord Zaeren, master of pelt sales and and hero to the poor--that's me," she added with a twinkling wink, "has once again graced our fair town with his presence!" Laughing, she continued on, "I jest, of course. Title or not, it's a fine name. Can I be counted among one of the few to call you Zae?" She glanced up at him, eyebrows raised in question.
Of course, Brianna wasn't about to wait for an answer when there was so much more to be done.
Falling into stride ahead of Zaeren and turning to walk backwards so she could face him, the feline clasped her hands behind her back and danced thoughtfully over the grasslands, somehow avoiding tripping over her own feet. Zaeren seemed distracted, though by what she didn't know. Maybe it was that mysterious aura about him? There was just something off about him. No, not off. Odd. It piqued her curiosity, to say the least. She studied his face and the way his eyes seemed to focus elsewhere as he kept his gaze straight ahead. She glanced back to see where they were going, and saw nothing of particular interest, with the exception of a rock that looked particularly warm and inviting to bask on. What does he see, she wondered. What's it like to be so tall you can see forever?
How could someone with such distant eyes be so kind as to worry after a complete stranger? Though Brianna supposed it made sense for him to worry, since he had seen her getting tossed out of a human city. Ugh, embarrassing...
"I'm afraid I don't need for much, really," she admitted with a shrug. "I fend for myself mostly, living off the land and the likes. I'm a pretty good shot," Brianna paused and tapped her bow gently with a forefinger. It was carved of dark wood, inlaid with gold filigree that spiraled over the wood in intricate, complex patterns. Though well used, the weapon was kept in good care, no doubt a sign of its master's tender care. "There's not a creature alive I can;t take on, and if it's too strong for me--something like a helvati or what-have-you--I know how to keep myself from being found." Her chest rose as she swelled with pride. "I really only need coin to buy more materials. Salt is expensive, you know! And so's the magic crystals I have to grind into it. How else do you think I got my pelt to resist water and dirt?" She tipped the head of the jaguar pelt in a nod, grinning brightly at her handiwork.
"Plus I need to buy glass eyes and beads for more complex processes, like my cloak here. I consider myself pretty good at this sort of thing, maybe even the--"
"The man doesn't want to be bored by a silly little thing like you," came a harsh feminine voice.
The exuberance left Brianna's face as her shoulders fell and she withdrew into herself at the voice's chiding. "Ah, you're right, Danae," she said, grinning sheepishly. "I got a bit carried away." Her chest tightened as she turned away to fall back next to Zaeren's side. Holding up an obsidian dagger in her left hand, the handle wrapped in red silk, Brianna said, "Zae, this is Danae. She's, ah...it's a bit hard to explain, really? She's like my soul, but in weapon form. Her other half is asleep right now." Brianna patted her right hip with a slender hand before continuing, "It's her fault we got kicked out of Estosa in the first place."
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