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The young man, rubbed a sharp rock against his arm, causing it to rash up, and get red. There were a number of scratches underneath this spot, that still weren't fully healed. As a number of little blood droplets popped up, Harley's smile widened, as he darted up to his feet, and chucked the rock far away.
Pulling up his bag from the ground, he surfed through it, till he came upon a roll of bandaid stuff, which he pulled out, and wrapped around his arm, tying it tightly, before waving his arm around. This was his special bandaid type stuff, as he had sewn in small hearts, along the fabric. He felt it gave off a cute feel. Putting the fabric away again, he glanced around the field below him.
He was standing upon a short cliff, on the very edge to be exact. The young man giggled slightly, at the thought of falling down, if a girl was to approach, however, that was a doubtful outcome for now.
Sitting down with his legs over the edge, he pushed himself lightly, and he fell a few feet down, onto his feet. His legs ached at this, but he cleaned up his hair, and started walking off.
A pure white clydesdale trotted through the wood. His hooves hit the ground with heavy stomps, leaving deep hoof prints in the soft sand beneath him. The sound changed as the terrain turned. What had been loose dirt now worked into more solid stones. The forest sank away to the rocky faces of the start of a mountain range. Even then the horse managed to tower the small jagged stones that lined the roads. Upon the back of the snow white horse, sat a woman. The blue of her outfit stood out against the creature.
A riding crop was held firmly in her gloved hand. The casual ride gave her horse the excersize he needed while the woman took to scouting the new area from his back. She was very unfamiliar with Nohr's lands. On occasion she would pull a small bit of parchment from her horse's pack and write upon it a few notes. She pulled upon the horse's reigns when somebody was visible down the path.
"Hold up," she directed to the beast she rode. In turn, he slowed his pace and slowly approached the man.
"You there!" The woman sat on top the clydesdale with her riding crop pointed at the male. "Do you know this area? I have been told there were some ruins nearby. Do you know what I speak of?"
At the sound of a voice ringing by, Harley slowly glanced over, before turning her way. He felt that was the proper course of action, if he just immediately spun around, it'd give off the feel he was waiting to run into someone. He listened carefully to her words, she wanted to find the ruins?
Yeah he had no clue where those were.
"Oh! I think I can help you, ma'am!" He said, giving a sweet smile, as he looked up at the girl on the horse. Looking at her, she looked to him, like someone who was probably powerful. More powerful than him, not that he was powerful to begin with. "Would you like me to lead you there~?"
This man was animated. That was the first observation she made of him. His voice was full of energy. A sigh escaped the woman's lips followed by a slight roll of her eyes. The woman on the horse towered over this scrawny, beat up man. He seemed like a beggar. Surprising that he was so chipper with a body in the state it had been. Even more surprising that he hadn't asked Amelia for a bit of coin for his help. It all had to be an act. Her eyes bore into his. She tried reading the man. "You think you could help me?" The woman questioned him. It wasn't the exact response to say. It was either a yes or a no that she was looking for, not think. She didn't have time to be led around by somebody inept. And so cheerful. "Cut the crap, do you know the way to the ruins or not?"
Harley was amused, he was about 60% sure this person would kill him in a heartbeat, she seemed really uncaring, and strong. He, on the other hand, clearly wouldn't stand a chance. So the best idea, would of course be to continue to lie to her! He'd be fine, well probably. He was pretty sure that he'd have a lot more fun, putting himself in mortal danger, than just being alone, surrounded by people who weren't pretty.
"Sorry~ I'll put it bluntly," He said, as he chuckled lightly, "Of course I know where the ruins are! Just follow me, alright ma'am?" His voice was gentle, and he didn't show signs of lying, due to his expertise in lying to people.
Finally. The woman gave a roll of her eyes from a bit of impatience with the energetic man. At least she was finally going to be getting somewhere. "Lead the way." Her reply was curt. A small map was pulled from her saddlebag and she studied it. After making a few quick notes the woman spoke softly to herself and circled an area. She had an idea of where she was supposed to go and approximately how long it should take. This turned out to be rather easy. She didn't even need to turn up the charm on this man. Amelia pulled on Macbeth's reigns in order to direct the beast in that man's direction. "Well? Let's get to it."
Harley pretended to not acknowledge her impatience, as he gently folded his arms behind his back, and with pep to his step, he walked onward. His pace was rather brisk. "Pretty lovely how everything's so dead in these meadows, right?" He stated, wondering if someone like this lady, would find the appeal. "I accidentally feel off a little cliff earlier, but fortunately I'm still alive!"
Making light conversation, he kept walking, it was a bit early, to be 100% sure he was going the complete wrong way.
"That is a pity." That he survived the fall that is. The world could do without somebody so peppy. The dead and barren land that surrounded her on the other hand was appealing. The plants seemed like they could topple over from a single breath of wind. Macbeth, as he walked, trampled dead brush underneath his massive hooves. "What brought you to a miserable place like this? It seems like somebody like you could get hurt very, very, easily."
Harley continued on, with his head continuously turning back towards his companion, as for listening and speaking. "Haha, you give me too much credit!" He chuckled lightly, clasping his hands together. He didn't need to be somewhere dangerous to get hurt, that was just something that happened a lot. If he spoke on on that subject, he'd attribute it to clumsiness.
"If you must know... I was bored." He gave a shrug at that. It wasn't too far off, the city had been rather void of people worth talking to, so he went here, to make sure he had enough blood on him. He doubted this lady would pity him, to be entirely honest. "Whaddabout you? What's at those oh so mysterious ruins, that you have got to have?"
"I probably am." She said offhandedly. "I'll be sure not to inflate your ego anymore than I already have." To the right person, that could have actually been considered a joke. Amelia actually did have a sense of humor, although it was very dry. "I do admire that you're a thrill seeker. Most people I come across don't bother going somewhere if it might cause them pain." So there was a little bit of credit to this guy. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you enjoyed it."
"You know where the ruins are but you don't know what they contain?" She had to question the man. Perhaps she shouldn't tell him. He probably wouldn't belive her anyways. She gave him a dry look and simply said, "Waters of eternal life." Thats what she was looking for. The fountain of youth. How wonderful it would be to forever live in this body. To be forever at her prime and never grow old. That was Amelia's dream.
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