Where to go?

[Valaren]

Valaren walked almost entirely aimlessly through the residential section of Aesir. He found himself, most unintentionally, nowhere near where his house should be.

In fact, he thought to himself, I believe that this is almost the entire opposite side of the housing developments from where I live.

"Oh well," he said to himself with a brief shrug of his shoulders, "Guess I'll just have to keep wandering."

[Færys Tiranas]

A young girl sat outside of her tent, cooking what appeared to be some sort of mystery meat in a cracked frying pan, over a fire. She prodded it occasionally with broken silverware, and when it seemed finished, she took it out of the pan, and placed it upon a plate with a chunk equivalent to a quarter of it broken off. The broken piece was not that far off, however, and was being used as a saucer for a makeshift cup, containing tea. She prayed aloud, "God, let me be thankful for this food which you have so graciously bestowed upon me, and let my mother stay safe from harm. Let Susan find rest, and this war to end quickly. Amen." She then proceeded to cut her meat using a knife, of which the half with the tip was nowhere to be found, and pick the meat up with a fork, only one of the prongs still attached.

She sat quietly, eating, almost not noticing as a young man walked around the neighborhood. She couldn't help but watch him for a moment, to see if he was one of her father's assassins. Soon satisfied that he was not, she let him drop from her gaze, and continued to eat her meal, sipping her tea occasionally. She was quite sure he was lost, but she hadn't had a meal like this in two weeks, so she did not want to interrupt herself in the middle of eating. Eventually, however, her consciounce wore down on her, and she was forced to speak up. "Are you... lost? I might be able to help you..."

[Valaren]

"Who's that!" he demanded, whirling around as he was given a bit of a shock by the voice that seemed to pop up from nowhere. After a moment of observation, he realized it came from a girl he had completely missed when looking around.

"Well, not really lost, per say, more like.....turned around," he said slowly, looking over the girl's meager possessions, "I wonder, don't you have anything better to use that that..." he trailed off, wondering how best to reference her utensils and other dishes, "Junk." he finished, not knowing any better term to use.

[Færys Tiranas]

The girl looked at him for a moment after he asked her about her dishes, and replied kindly, "Don't worry about choose of words, I'm well aware that I am eating with damaged silverware. Unfortunately, I haven't been here long, and have been tied up with other matters beforehand, so I don't have the money to eat from anything better. This is what I took with me when I left home. I've had it for a while, so I can't expect it to still be in one piece." As she finished, still not wanting to be too far interrupted from eating, she pulled a sandwich out of her pack, with several spots of mold upon the bread. Without any sense of hesitation, she bit down over two or three of the moldy spots. It seemed as though she didn't even notice, or at least care about, the fact that she was eating something that most would retch at seeing. She placed her sandwich on top of the meat she had been eating, which, upon closer inspection, was no less disgusting than the sandwich itself. She looked at the man for a moment, before stating, "Færys. That is my name. And yours?"

[Valaren]

"Food poisoning," he replied without hesitation when asked for his name. He had found himself unable to take his eyes off of her meal, which he himself would have never dared to try and eat and which promptly and forcefully reminded him of what his last meal was when he almost lost it at the site of her so thoughtlessly biting down into something so vile.

"I mean," he stammered, quickly recovering from his initial shock and realizing once again he was being rude without intent, "Valaren, my name is Valaren." yet once again he could not help but ask another burning question that flared up within him, "Why do you eat such things and use utensils like that? Can't you get better for yourself?"

[Færys Tiranas]

Fæ smiled at him, and once more spoke up, "This is the better of what I've eaten. I don't think I've had a sandwich with this small amount of mold in it since, ohh, two years ago. It doesn't seem that disgusting to me, though you probably haven't eaten food like this since you were eleven." She giggled slightly, as he obviously didn't know anything about her, or why she couldn't afford food. "I haven't had much money for a long time, so it doesn't bother me that much." She motioned for him to sit down. "I can't offer you any food to eat, but feel free to have some tea. I got the water and boiled it just a little bit ago, and the leaves are also fresh." She waited for his response to her invitation, thinking to herself about how rare it was that anyone actually stopped to talk to her, rather than just ignoring her and walking on.

[Valaren]

"Three." he corrected her firmly, remembering vividly the ordeal, even though it was so long ago, when he had eaten a piece of partially spoiled meat and known it well for the rest of the week whenever he sat down to attempt to use the bathroom once every five minutes it seemed.

"Yeah, I don't honestly want any food anyways, I kinda," he trailed off, pondering what to say, "Just, uh, ate?" he said, sounding it like a question without meaning too.

"Your tea doesn't happen to have any mold on it, does it?" he asked suspiciously, yet sounding interested in the prospect should it prove to be safe.

[Færys Tiranas]

"No," Fæ reassured him, "there isn't any mold in the tea. Everything for the tea is fresh." She pointed to the tea as it sat in a crude teapot. She pulled out another cup, and set it on yet a saucer, except that this one was a saucer, and not just the piece of a broken plate. She looked at him, trying to memorize his features, hoping that, should they meet again, she wouldn't mistake him for any sort of assassin. She then continued talking, "Although, I meant that I have had nothing better than this for about eight years, since I was eleven. It was a little bad the first few times, but my stomach has gotten used to it." She smiled at him again, and waited for him to accept or decline her offer...

[Valaren]

Still not looking completely reassured, especially after the bit of a shock he had previously received, Valaren edged closer slowly, as if afraid the moldy fare might decide to up and bite his ankles, sending its vile spores into his system and leaving him for dead.

"That would make you..." Valaren paused for a moment, making affluent use of his fingers to tap off numbers, "Nineteen." he said triumphantly. "Well, if you're that old, why not just get a job and buy yourself better food, it can't be that hard, can it?"

He finally decided to sit down across from her. Nodding, he made his death or glory decision, "I'd by more than happy to try that tea of yours."

[Færys Tiranas]

"I was... just about to go to the Inn, and try to get a job, there, but as for not having a job before, my only talents involve music. That tends to make you very famous, very fast. And I can't let myself get famous... Because..." She stopped. She had better not involve him in her matters, as her father could just as easily send assassins after him, too. But she had told others, and they were still alright. Also, this was Aesir, and she could trust most everyone here. She looked at him for a moment, and finished, " because of personal matters..." Her eyes trailed off to the right, and she shuddered slightly, before resuming her cheerful mood. She poured the tea. The liquid was the normal color of tea, and definitely free of agents that would corrupt it. "Well, you may want to let it cool a bit, but otherwise, it should be fine..."

[Valaren]

"Oh come now," Valaren said, scoffing at Fae's reason for not using her talent for music, or more like the lack thereof. "If you've got eggs, go ahead make omelets! Although don't offer it to me, as I don't think I can trust it."

"At least you're getting a job," he said with a shrug, "Even though I don't see how getting a job at a tavern and getting a job as a bard are any different. A job's a job!"

He eyed the offered tea speculatively, giving it a good sniff first, in case it be not quite so harmless as it should be before taking a sip, "AHHHHHH!!!!" He screamed, nearly dropping the cup. Setting it down quickly and backing up sharply, he eyed the cup with newfound hatred, speaking muffled as his he covered his mouth with his hands. "It's too hot," he said accusingly, glaring at Fae.

"I'll never trust anything you cook!"

[Færys Tiranas]

Fæ looked at Valaren oddly. She was confused by his newfound hatred toward her cooking. "Um... I... did say to let it cool a bit..." she stammered. She couldn't understand this new man, but she figured she would be nice to him anyways. "Well, if you don't trust my cooking, I suppose there is nothing I can do about it. Would you like me to show you around? I know my way around here by now..." She stood up slowly, revealing her slightly less than healthy figure. She had finished her meal, and was now ready to do something. "As for not being famous, I have very important reasons," she said, anticipating his stare at her very thin waistline.

[Valaren]

"Fine, have things your way." he said, in a tone that suggested he still believed her out to murder him with her tainted cooking and thought the entire ordeal was completely her fault; perhaps even being planned this way from the start.

"Either way," he said, still eyeing her suspiciously, "I don't see any problem with you showing me around, so long as you walk in front," he said, not wanting to turn his back to a suspected assassin.

[Færys Tiranas]

Fæ stood up, after collecting her possesions. She began taking down her tent, and continued speaking, "Well, Could you just wait there a moment? I have to take down my tent so no one steals it. I can't have anyone stealing my home, can I? That wouldn't be very good." She took the steaks from the ground, and folded the tent far neater than any normal person would. She stood up, packing everything into a bag, and threw it over her shoulder. She walked up in front of Valeren, not wanting to upset him any further. She looked back, and asked, "Where should we start?"

[Valaren]

ooc: ummmmm..."steaks" from the ground? Not..."stakes"? you see, you're crazy enough to use a slab of moldy meat to hold down your tent, so I just wanna make certain.....can't be too sure around you.

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"You could always get a better home with a little bit of money," Valaren said with a bit of a shrug. It didn't honestly seem that big of a concept for him to understand. Then again, of course, he had never had to worry about thing such as living on his own ,seeing as how he had been, to an extent, fairly pampered living in Aesir all his life.

"I don't know where to start," he said, suspicion fading slightly now that his assassin had apparently forgotten her primary mission for the moment, "You pick a place, and it better not be near any cliffs or any other place you could get rid of a person and call it an accident."