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kio_fyre · #9 (**permalink**) 04-05-2008

Arlix watched as the figure disrobed from the heavier outfits, not minding as they were all dropped and piled to the ground. His composure at the moment seemed very laid back, as though little would bother him. He chuckled softly when he watched her rid of all the travel dust and such, deciding to hold his tongue about the actual bath that was being prepared. He realized she might have preferred the bath before food, but oh well. Things were running on his schedule he supposed.

His brows knitted when he heard the coughing fit though, and he moved to stand up and aid her, though remembered that he was but a host. Not a nanny. It wouldn't be good in his position to be too hospitable. He was a chief, not a mother, or inn keeper, or anything along that sort looking only for the guest's comfort. He listened with interest to the explanation offered to him, noticing how parts of it changed as he figured veiled truths were becoming full truths. That was only what he could assume. He had no proof, and probably would never have any proof in words that what she was saying was true, but that was the nature of trust. He decided to believe her anyways.

This hunt was still following her too... this left a hard decision for him to make. He could either think for his own interests, or make a decision based on the best interests of the tribe... which was what he probably should have done, but Arlix absolutely adored the experience that change and the strange allowed him. That, and he was sure the people would forgive him for just this one respite.

"Please, I implore you to make use of our offer of hospitality. If the hunted is to prevail, the hunted must rest." He pointed out. "It would not do me good to turn you out so soon into peril that seeks you." He took a deeper swig from his glass, the strong spices seeming to rejuvenate him. "Do not worry for us, we take good care of ourselves and will not let the hounds near." He promised. "For now, you are in the protective folds of my people, my empire of sorts if you will. We balk not at those who deign to threaten us" he offered, nodding his head formally as he reclined in his cushion.

"However, it is a pleasure to be in your company Alanin... I cannot say that I have heard of the pooka before hand... but please, my ears are open to anything you would like to disclose." He smiled then, swirling the liquid in his cup as though it amused him greatly. "The name of my origin is Arlix. I implore you to use it when other ears are not about, but I must inform you that around my people, it would be best if you referred to me as high chief. I claim no leadership over you, but it might cause less suspicion, and work in you favor" he said with a small smile.

He told many of his trusted allies to call him by his original name when disclosed with privacy. Not many people actually did as were told, but Arlix could not help but to try.

It was then that the tent flap came aside, letting in the light of outdoors, and Arlix made a small, flat line gesture with his hand that signaled the conversation should at the very least be paused for the moment as a woman from the tribe came in carrying a tray filled with assortments of food and set it down on some randomly placed table nearby that was lower to the ground and could be sat near, before moving the table closer to Alarin so she wouldn't have to move.

Arlix nodded his silent thanks, and then the woman left, flashing the chief an almost amused smile before the tent flap closed. Arlix couldn't help but stifle a chuckle, recognizing the woman as the mother to one of his children. Arlix was a father of three. As a man of 37, it was expected he would have heirs should something happen. Of course, being the leader of his people; he was also not allowed to wed, or take a permanent lover. That meant his three children were all from different woman. Something that simply had to be lived with in their society.

His attention turned back to his guest then as he swept an arm to the food. "Please, eat." He implored. "I'm quite sure you could use a good meal better than I."

Upon the plate was a venison, not too small, yet not too big; but hardly enough for a full meal. Accompanying it were some vegetables, as well as a few wild herbs, safe to eat rest assured. Sitting by the venison was also slices of what seemed to be bread, though it was dark in texture so it could be assumed that it was a whole grain bread made from some wild foliage. All safe to eat, but whether or not it was accepted and eaten was obviously up to Alarin.

[ooc: I don't really have anything in mind at the moment. We could wait and see how things turn out]