wisp
Newbie
Storming out of the tavern, Derya headed for the creek. She waited a while before checking to make sure she wasn't being followed, glancing surreptitiously about herself. Once clear of sight, she untied her jingling belt and pulled all her bangles from her wrist, stuffing it all into a pouch on her hip. Now able to move silently, she slipped down along the water, letting her temper cool from Garnett's words. She was fairly certain the man didn't mean to come across as he had, but she had been living on ships for nearly three times his own paltry lifetime. A look of vexation crossed her face once more.
The nerve of him to talk down to her like that, to speak as if he knew better than she how a ship is run...to assume that -any- ship was the same as a -Valdenhold- ship. Scowling, the Elf tried to pull her attention back to the task at hand, mapping the area visually, learning good trails, good stash points and good meeting spots. She moved along the underbrush, stepping softly though she was not so skilled as her woodland cousins, having rarely set foot on land, let alone in wooded area, most of her six decades of living. Still, it took skilled feet to stay steady in a tempest and she used those skills as best she may.
Despite her best efforts to calm her temper, her mind kept wandering back. It was disrespectful was what it was. Her people were jovial, daring, charming. All wonderful things. And they were clever. That last bit was often forgotten as bravado was too often mistaken for stupidity. There was a difference, if there weren't then her people would have long ago perished. To suggest that he know better..She shook herself and came to a stop at a particularly nice dip in the bank. Were it not on a creek, not so small, it would be called a cove. Despite its small size, it was still useful for her purposes. She looked around to reaffirm her bearings, to make note of the place, before taking a seat for a moment and trying to clear her mind. Derya laughed hard, loved hard. It only followed that her temper, when finally ignited, was just as strong.
Edited: Because apparently in my head a decade is twenty years and not ten...adjusted for accuracy of age. -_- I must've been tired.
The nerve of him to talk down to her like that, to speak as if he knew better than she how a ship is run...to assume that -any- ship was the same as a -Valdenhold- ship. Scowling, the Elf tried to pull her attention back to the task at hand, mapping the area visually, learning good trails, good stash points and good meeting spots. She moved along the underbrush, stepping softly though she was not so skilled as her woodland cousins, having rarely set foot on land, let alone in wooded area, most of her six decades of living. Still, it took skilled feet to stay steady in a tempest and she used those skills as best she may.
Despite her best efforts to calm her temper, her mind kept wandering back. It was disrespectful was what it was. Her people were jovial, daring, charming. All wonderful things. And they were clever. That last bit was often forgotten as bravado was too often mistaken for stupidity. There was a difference, if there weren't then her people would have long ago perished. To suggest that he know better..She shook herself and came to a stop at a particularly nice dip in the bank. Were it not on a creek, not so small, it would be called a cove. Despite its small size, it was still useful for her purposes. She looked around to reaffirm her bearings, to make note of the place, before taking a seat for a moment and trying to clear her mind. Derya laughed hard, loved hard. It only followed that her temper, when finally ignited, was just as strong.
Edited: Because apparently in my head a decade is twenty years and not ten...adjusted for accuracy of age. -_- I must've been tired.