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ButtsnBalls
NarilThe Bosmer clanswoman, in her mannerisms through her traversing of the riverbed, proved to Balen that she was a part of nature like an animal, rather than a being aside from nature, like civilized man. In her primitive clothes (or perhaps, lack of), mannerisms and body paint, she blended into both the literal and figurative background so well that she looked like a creative painter’s attempt to hide a sapient figure in a pastoral painting, or a figure straight out of that popular children’s book, ‘Where’s Waldovius?’. Balen reassured himself to the figure’s sapience, given the clothes and the bow, but in truth could not help but feel as if he were his great grandfather Edras, watching Kagoutis to take note on their mating habits.
‘’Hector!’’
Balen purposefully delayed his reaction as to not scare the beast-woman (he had read that wild creatures were not fond of sudden movements), expecting a possibility of her reacting physically in response to the shout, such as running away. Contrary to his expectations, the little Bosmer proved that she was willing to hold her ground or at the very least look like it, and immediately drew and nocked an arrow, aiming towards an entity whom Balen could not see at that certain moment, since he was so focused on staying put as to not accidentally get a first hand outlook on the effectiveness of tribal arrow craftsmanship.
Upon Hector’s request, or order given the circumstances, Balen slowly took a breath and cautiously spoke.
‘’We are friendly, woman,’’ Balen said in Bosmeris, although a skilled linguist or a native could probably argue that the way he spoke the language was influenced by Ayleidoon (Balen, not having practiced Bosmeris for a time, could not tell, and only assumed that he probably did not sound very natural). His voice was loud enough to be heard, but low enough as to not sound like a danger. Nonetheless, as he spoke, he relaxed his posture and prepared his muscles for a possible dash to cover behind the tree trunk that he was sitting on.
‘’Please,’’ he added in Bosmeris, ‘’lower your weapon and come over,’’ concluding in Tamrielic, for he did not know Bosmeris that well, and wanted to believe that Hector and/or his superiors had found a guide that the group could communicate with, no matter how rudimentarily, in a common tongue, rather than having to use a dead ancient language as a medium. Afterwards, he could only hope that the group did not create a sight odd enough to scare the Bosmer woman away.
‘’Hector!’’
Balen purposefully delayed his reaction as to not scare the beast-woman (he had read that wild creatures were not fond of sudden movements), expecting a possibility of her reacting physically in response to the shout, such as running away. Contrary to his expectations, the little Bosmer proved that she was willing to hold her ground or at the very least look like it, and immediately drew and nocked an arrow, aiming towards an entity whom Balen could not see at that certain moment, since he was so focused on staying put as to not accidentally get a first hand outlook on the effectiveness of tribal arrow craftsmanship.
Upon Hector’s request, or order given the circumstances, Balen slowly took a breath and cautiously spoke.
‘’We are friendly, woman,’’ Balen said in Bosmeris, although a skilled linguist or a native could probably argue that the way he spoke the language was influenced by Ayleidoon (Balen, not having practiced Bosmeris for a time, could not tell, and only assumed that he probably did not sound very natural). His voice was loud enough to be heard, but low enough as to not sound like a danger. Nonetheless, as he spoke, he relaxed his posture and prepared his muscles for a possible dash to cover behind the tree trunk that he was sitting on.
‘’Please,’’ he added in Bosmeris, ‘’lower your weapon and come over,’’ concluding in Tamrielic, for he did not know Bosmeris that well, and wanted to believe that Hector and/or his superiors had found a guide that the group could communicate with, no matter how rudimentarily, in a common tongue, rather than having to use a dead ancient language as a medium. Afterwards, he could only hope that the group did not create a sight odd enough to scare the Bosmer woman away.
