[hider=Northern Village Interactions:][center][i][h3]--- Northern part of the Village ---[/h3][/i][/center]
[b]People:[/b] [@Remram] Brom Stronghammer, [@BunniesOfDoom] Adrila Jaaxa
[b]Time of Day:[/b] Late Morning / Early Midday
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The golden haired dwarfess was about done staring at the sky in deep thought, when the sudden sound of rapidly approaching footsteps shook her from the spellbinding awe of an ever blue sky. Her eyes, as golden as her hair, glanced to the side, in the direction of the noise. It wasn't a beast, judging from the sound, and they weren't wearing armor - plus they were alone. So, not a bandit? Maybe a former resi--

... What happened to this one?

It was an elf. A sh-elf to be exact. ANd she looked like a right mess. The dwarf tilted her head sideways and blinked a few times, her face not quite sure what kind of expression to make - so it remained blank. Then, the elf who had leaves, twigs and other debris stuck to her hair and clothes spoke, asking a question that was rather ridiculous. The dwarf smiled slightly, but only ever so slightly that it was barely even noticeable taht her face changed at all.

[color=gold]"You're in the Farland Frontier."[/color] The dwarf's voice was surprisingly soft and pleasant, not at all gruff or gravel-y. There followed a pause. A fairly lenghty one, before the dwarf spoke again. [color=gold]"Oh... But if you're wondering about this place--"[/color] She gestured lazily to the backdrop of the ruined settlement behind her. [color=gold]"--your guess is as good as mine. Just got here a while ago myself."[/color] ... And that was pretty much all she seemed to have to say on the matter.

A large shadow was caxt over the pair, and the shortstack huntress looked up. Watching as the aerial ship sailed away. Strange. Those didn't usually come this close to the surface, and they certainly didn't travel this far away from their own territory. Curious.

Then, another pair of footsteps was heard. These heavier and accompanied by a voice which was a lot less soft and melodic. Turning her head away form the flying sky-vessel, the caramel-skinned huntress laid on an one of her own kin. The fellow was now standing next ot the pair, asking the elven woman if she was alright.

[color=gold]"She's lost."[/color] The hunter responded. [color=gold]"Perhaps you can tell her where she is."[/color] She apparently assumed that the dwarf who had just arrived. The dwarf carryiong a veritable kitchen's worth of pots and pans and cutlery on his back, was somehow a resident or native of this place. Or at least familiar with the area.

... She... She might not have all the lgiths on upstairs, if you catch my drift...[/hider]
[hider=Western Village Intractions:]
[center][h3][i]--- Western Edge of the Village ---[/i][/h3][/center]
[b]People:[/b] [@Lupusintus] Rinn Arniman
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[color=aqua]"W-Who this, grampy?"[/color]
[color=silver]"Dunno, sweetie. Never seem him before either."[/color]
[color=aqua]"He live here?"[/color]
[color=silver]"I doubt it."[/color]
[color=aqua]"Bandit?"[/color]
[color=silver]"Maybe."[/color]
[color=aqua]"B-bad guy! Take this!"[/color]

A small arm swung out from the carriage and bopped the bard's wide-brimmed hat. The force was laughably neglible and a strong gust of wind could probably have done more to try and knock the young man's hat off his head. The elderly gentleman simply laughed and then shook his head at the antics of the ill-behaved child.

[color=silver]"Sorry about that,s tranger."[/color] He chuckled in a friendly manner that somehow made it seem like he had not given his granddaughter the idea that this fellow might possibly be a highwayman. [color=silver]"Well met to you too. I'm afraid I can't really give you an answer though."[/color] The man continued, unphased. [color=silver]"Me and my grandchild just arrived her a few minutes ago ourselves, and we haven't run into any locals. Besides, as far as I know, this place isn't even on any map I've ever seen."[/color] The elderly fellow explained, nodding towards the crumbling gathering of buildings ahead of the trio.

[color=aqua]"Grampy! He bad guy! Shouldn't talk to him."[/color]
[color=silver]"I'm sure he's not a bandit, Wilma. Calm down."[/color]
[color=aqua]"But he all sweaty and gross!"[/color]
[color=silver]"Now, now... He's probably just tired from walking. Not everyone gets to ride in a carriage  like us."[/color]
[color=aqua]"No carriage... ... ... .. So he poor?"[/color]

... It seemed little Wilma was in no way concerned about possibly offending this stranger, or having any idea of the potential consequences her words and actions may have in the future. Then again, anyone who attacked or harmed a small child - even if they were a bit of a brat - was nothing short of a [b][i]monster[/i][/b].

[color=silver]"Tell you what, son."[/color] The old man said. [color=silver]"Climb on up into the seat next to me. The least we can do is give you a ride into the town proper. You look... Weary."[/color] At least he had the decency to offer...[/hider]
[hider=Central Village Interactions:]
[center][h3][i]--- At the heart of the settlement ---[/i][/h3][/center]
[b]People:[/b] [@ERode] MacKinnon, [@Dragonydas] Myrravel Velasien, [@CitrusArms] Niara Rootwick
[b]Time of Day:[/b] Latae Morning / Early Midday
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The married couple were suddenly stopped dead in both their tracks and in words, as a blur zipped past them and began to make use of the ill-fated well. One. Two. Three. Three buckets of what could only be assumed to be fairly cold well-water was dunked over the operator in succession, before they shook themself like a wet dog, sending droplets everywhere. Only now did they get a good look at this interloper.

[color=lightpink]"[b]OH DEAR GODS! HONEY! GET THE BOLT OF LINEN![/b]"[/color]
[color=beige]"Bwuh-- Wha-Why, de-"[/color]
[color=lightpink]"[b]Shut up and get to it, you big lug![/b]"[/color]
[color=beige]"R-right, on it!"[/color]

The larger man scrambled over to the pair's cart, whereas the red-headed woman quickly ran up to the young girl infront of her, grabbing onto the youth's shoulders. her eyes and face filled with concern and worry.

[color=lightpink]"Are you alright, dear? You're so banged up! Hold on, we'll help, don't you worry!"[/color]

It would appear that Sherly had a big heart, seeinga s she was in full-on panicked mother-mode at the sight of this bruised and battered youngster and her bleeding lips. It didn't take long for Daryl to come jogging over a bolt of cloth under one arm. When his eyes landed on the unfamiliar girl's face, his eyes too shot up wide and he finally caught on to as to why his wife had been so frantic. Sliding to a halt next to his spouse, he handed her the cloth.

With remarkable speed that was seemingly impossible for a mere mortal human to achieve, Sheryl dragged out a length of the fabric and, producing a pair of scissors from one of the pockets on her paron, tore loose a lengthy sheet with a skilled, precise series of snips. She then got to work, wrapping the make-shift bandage around @ERode MacKinnon, @Dragonydas Myrravel Velasien, @CitrusArms Niara Rootwick's various bruises and booboo's. Daryl, on the other hand, walked over to the well and dropped the bukcet the girl had placed next to it back down into the well, before pulling up another bucket-full-o'-water... That was leaking out.

Bringing it over to his wife, he was given a scrap of cloth by her and the man soaked it down into the cool water. Then walked up next to the girl, leaned down and began to gently dab her face with it.

[color=beige]"Don't you worry, missy. You'll be right as rain in no time, promise."[/color] He spoke with a calm, fatherly tone, and his eyes and face were surprisingly soft and kind.

So absorbed were the wedded pair in treating their new arrival that they didn't even notice the airship's shadow pass them by. Nor the woman who had free-fall skydived and was now lazily parachuting down into the vicinity nearby. Once they were done wrapping the girl up though, and finished wiping the grime and sand and dust from her, the pair finally let out a sight of combined relief.

[color=lightpink]"Listen, girl. You shouldn't worry about fixing some stupid old well before fixing yourself."[/color]
[color=beige"]"That's right! No point fixing a leaky roof if [b]you're[/b] leaking too."[/color]
[color=lightpink]"... You could've phrased that better, dear."[/color]
[color=beige]"It's still true though!"[/color]
[color=lightpink]"Haaah.... Anyway, I'm Sheryl. And this big oaf's my husband, Daryl."[/color]
[color=beige]"Oh, right! Nice to meet ya, little lady."[/color]

Daryl extended a big hand, eager to shake the girl's hand. Sheryl just smiled in an exasperated but friendly manner.

... And then there was a yelp.

Heads turned to watch as  girl, carrying a book, recovered from what looked to have been a near-almost-fall. And now she was straightening up... And dusting off non-existent dust... Ah. She saw them. ... Now she's trying to bury her face in the book again. Her ears are all red.

[color=lightpink]"... You... You okay there, miss?"[/color]
[color=beige]"Hey! Maybe she lives here. Do you? You mind if the wife and I move on in and set up shop? It's a long story, but we've come all the way fr-"[/color]

[i]Smack![/i]

[color=beige]"Ow, why'd you sock me, woman!?"[/color]
[color=lightpink]"Moron! You think [i]anyone[/i] actualyl lives in this place?"[/color]
[color=beige]"You never know! Doesn't hurt to ask..."[/color]

... And they were back at it again, loosing themselves in their own little bubble of marital life spatting. Completely forgetting about the girl who had just been bandaged up, but wanted to fix the well. The one who fell from the sky. And the one who just showed up and nearly tripped over herself...[/hider]
[center][i][h3]--- Other ---[/h3][/i][/center]
[b]People:[/b] [@Zeroth] Yasunami Akitsugu, [@Rune_Alchemist] Yingmei Okudaira
[b]Time of Day:[/b] Late Morning / Early Midday
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As the pair were now engaged in an awkward conversation, of sorts, in the north-east part of the village... They were left mostly undisturbed and uninfringed upon by the rest of the world. A bit of a breeze might've blown, the sun shined down, the birds chirped and the grass sway... But, other then that, they were left to figure out their own meeting themselves.