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@Lady Amalthea

Hey, I just wanted to officially pull from this rp. I'm sorry for being so inactive. RL stuff came up, and I just haven't had the time to get on and reply. Sorry again for the trouble.
@Hawlin

It had to be admitted in Eins mind that honestly, what she was doing right now was probably very dumb and went against nearly all caution. Inviting an armor-clad stranger who, quite clearly had mentioned ending the lives of some unfortunate bandit group without even blinking an eye, into the safety of her home was probably the riskiest thing she’d done since settling down in this forest. But none of that really concerned her then, not the caution in the wind nor the obvious danger that her newest guest might present, and it wasn’t solely her hungry stomach that convinced her either.

This stranger saw something about her, something Ein was quite positive she could no longer see herself. The stranger looked at her in a way that none of the mundane villagers had before, and the vague sense that this woman wasn’t entirely human herself rustled somewhere in the back of her mind. Perhaps it was simply reaching, and not worth the risk if she were wrong, but the desperation that Ein had for finding even the smallest piece of information left her willing to place common sense aside.

"I haf fresh provisions if you vould allow me to...hrm..."

The strangers voice quickly shook her from her musing, and she momentarily glanced at them, but didn’t answer their unfinished offer. A patient smile covered her lips while she waited for them to speak again, curious as to what they were trying to get across. After a moment, they began again, their voice accompanied by the jingling of coins.

"I cannot go into town, alone...iz suspicious. Ehn I can pay you quite vell to let me stay for even just ze night. Zeh dirt unt stones pale to the simplest of roofs over mein head. Ehn...hrm...no, zeht vould be enough."

Ein had to admit, she never expected the stranger to be so earnest, and by the sound of their coin purse, generous as well. Her cool expression wavered for only a moment, filled with a softer expression, before the smiled again and nodded.

“Okay, that’s fine. I don’t have a guest bed though, so you’ll have to settle for the floor.” She while poking at her cheek. “Although, I have plenty of blankets and maybe some extra straw mats, so we should be able to put together something more comfortable than the rocks out here.” She added confidently. Tall armored stranger or not, it seemed a bit cruel to leave someone to sleep outdoors in a forest such as this one.

Besides, there was no turning back now, Ein noted after turning ahead. Slowly becoming more visible through the thicket that surrounded it, was a small stone cabin with a thickly thatched roof. They approached from the front, where a single unlit window and a tall oak doorway welcomed them, worn by what looked like decades of standing.

“I’ll just need a moment put my cart away.” She spoke while wheeling towards the side of the cabin. The back was just as covered by thickets as the front, hiding away the small garden and toolshed that sat behind the tiny building. Ein parked the cart right beside the shed and began to pull out baskets and set them inside. Finally, she pulled her saber from the cart and loosely hung it from her shoulder before heading towards the cabins backdoor. She waved for her guest to follow before disappearing inside the cabin. The inside of the structure would seem just as small as the outside led you to believe, but the few vases of spring flowers and vibrant paintings that decorated every corner of the house made it feel cozy and warm. The majority of the space was used as sitting space, with a few chairs and a nice sized dining table, which Ein passed by quickly to reach the small kitchen that sat in the farthest right corner of the home. In the opposite sat a woodstove. Above them, only covered by a thin railing, was an open loft.

“Make yourself at home.” Ein offered politely from one of the kitchens counters. Hung by a nail in the wall just a bit beside her, though not hidden to anyone in the room, sat her saber.
@Hawlin

From the corner of her eye, Ein watched as the stranger quickened their pace and moved around the side of her cart, a pleasant smile still spread over her face. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was they mumbled while they poked around at her things, but made no move to stop them from snooping. After all, she had nothing worth hiding. Slowly, Ein turned to face ahead again, listening contently to the stranger mumble in what she guessed was their native tongue.

A sharp intake of air had the brunette turning back to the stranger in time to watch them release the breath with a sigh and, before she could question the sound, flip up their visor. Ein’s expression remained calm but smiling as she was now faced with piercing blue eyes and a soft, feminine face. She noted very briefly that the color reminded her of a midday sky. At the tilt of the strangers head and raised eyebrow, Ein simply shrugged, believing her question on banditry to be well warranted, given the time and place.

"Luckily no" the woman replied. "Today I am en efficacious associate"

With that question now answered, Ein made no wary movement when the stranger stepped over to walk beside her, instead flashing her a friendlier smile and continuing her leisurely cart pulling. She kept her direction slightly rounded enough so that she lead herself and the stranger in a circular motion, still intent on avoiding her home. She listened silently while the woman retold the fate of her previous group, and then the subsequent ‘undoing’ of the bandits thereafter. Had it been anyone else, Ein might have offered them an empathetic look, but the uncaring tone that the other woman used left her feeling like it was unneeded.

"If I may help vith your cart?"

The question caught the brunette a bit off guard, though all that showed as a slight tilt of her head as she looked back over to the woman, expression unreadable for only a moment before she smiled again.

“That’s a kind offer, but I’ll have to decline.” Ein responded politely. “It would be in poor judgement to trust a stranger with my wares.” Her tone was light and teasing, despite the truth in the statement. She didn’t miss the obvious gesture towards her saber, which made her smile more sheepishly.

“Ah- a precaution, you see.” Ein replied after a moment. “You never know when a bandit might decide they want to steal a bouquet of flowers.” Her tone was unconvincingly innocent, “or just the flower girls head.” She chuckled a bit at her own morbid joke. Another short moment of silence passed by them then, which Ein used to note how low the sun was beginning to fall now. Navigating these forests with her cart in toe would be even more difficult in the dark. Perhaps risking her homes location would be worth the avoidance of aimlessly wandering around with a stranger all night. Her face fell a bit while she contemplated the idea, but after a familiar grumble from her stomach, she finally relented and slowly began to turn towards home again. Caution be damned when she felt hungry. If the worse were to happen, then she could easily outrun someone in such heavy armor.

“Do you like stew?” Ein inquired quite abruptly, not bothering to face the stranger now while she walked. The fact that she would likely be bringing a guest home now was quick to settle in her mind, which now only left common manners to attend to.
@Hawlin

Her saber isn't on her person, but it is tucked away in her cart as an extra precaution. She could easily reach for it, if need be.
Ein could hear the stranger approaching long before they appeared onto the path, the unmistakable dragging of a sword making enough ruckus that she was sure anyone within a mile of such a silent wood might have heard them. She made no move to acknowledge them while they followed though, content with leaving them to accompany her in silence, aside from her humming that is. Ein smirked a bit while listening to the stranger’s steps. After a moment, their pace sped up ever so slightly.

"Iz bold of you...wanderink zee forest alone"

A thick but unfamiliar accent, Ein noted with interest, and listened as they finally lifted their dragging longsword from the ground. The threat in their tone was clearly there, though the brunette made no sign of noticing it. Had they meant any immediate harm, they’d have hacked off her head already, she reasoned calmly, and continued to hum softly.

"You know zeht zeir iz bandits in zeis parts, ja?"

Ein made no attempt to hide the smile that smoothed over her lips, her humming finally stopping as she turned to glance back at the stranger.

“Yes, I’m aware.” She offered only a simple expression before turning forward again. “Quite the scary bunch, they are. Certainly no one I’d want to trifle with.” She continued casually, her tone smooth like she were talking to a friend and not some armor-clad stranger. “But I haven’t much to worry about, unless they were interested in stealing flowers.” She finished matter-of-factly.

By now, the silhouette of trees were all that Ein could really make out beyond the path. The late afternoon sun became greedier with the light it shed, and slowly, the gaps between the branches and the sky began to blur. Ein was aware that at this pace, she would eventually come upon her home, but she was a bit less inclined to do so now that she had company. Casually, she began to veer off the path, wheeling her cart behind her confidently and suredly, and away from her house.

“You perhaps,” Ein began after several yards, peeking back at the stranger with another simple stare, “wouldn’t happen to be a bandit yourself, would you?” she inquired in a light tone, curiosity all that was evident in her blunt question.
Soft humming accompanied Ein as she strolled through town, the wooden wheels of her cart trailing deep tracks as she went. Inside, stacked against the wooden walls were nearly a dozen baskets, most filled with stray leaves, wilted petals and other remnants from today’s crop. Not for the first time that day, Ein felt proud of how popular her arrangements had become. Today especially, the townsfolk seemed exceptionally eager to go home with one of her bouquets, and she partly felt bad for not having prepared more. She wondered briefly if today might have been a holiday, and if that’s why flowers were in such high demand. Humans had so many after all, and it wouldn’t be the first time that Ein forget one. The dates went by so quickly, it seemed, she couldn’t imagine ever keeping track of them all. Regardless, she was simply happy to see them all go to people who’d appreciate them.

Loud, drunken voices had Ein slowing her cart down for a moment as she passed by the local tavern, her sharp ears curiously picking up on the slurred but overpowering conversations that slipped through the doors. A small but entertained smile pricked at the edges of her lips before she began moving again, a brief thought to the damages the drunken fools might cause tonight running through her mind. People here always enjoyed a good, loud night, which partly why she was happier living so far outside of town.

That, and the view, of course. Her little cottage was about a mile into the forest, tucked between a small hill and a line of thick pine trees. On her own, it usually only took her a few minutes to reach town, but with her cart, the trek usually took longer. Not that she minded. She admired the thickly wooded environment while she moved, feeling a cozy sense of familiarity wash over her as she headed towards her home. The soft sound of her humming was all she really needed to keep her company during the walk, the sound filling the quiet atmosphere with life.
Name: Ein Finch

Race: Jackalope - disguised as a human

Apparent Age: 20

Actual Age: She isn't quite sure, but she guesses somewhere around 200 or so years old.

Appearance:

Profession: Florist / artist

Possessions:
- an impressive collection of art supplies, mostly including pencils, brushes, and paints.
- an old, silver saber.

Skills/Magic/Talents:
- Advanced senses: Ein has an exceptional sense of hearing and smell, as well as keen reflexes and a surprising amount of agility and stamina, though she isn't too terribly strong, so it is mostly reserved for running.
- Electrical Manipulation: Ein is able to generate a small amount of electrical shock. Its enough to stun a normal human, maybe even kill them if she tried, but anything further becomes too taxing on her body, so she avoids overdoing it.
- Longevity: Jackalope age very slowly. One hundred years could pass and it'd merely feel like a decade or so for her.
- Swordplay: Ein is half decent with a saber, though she can't entirely remember where she learned the skill from.
- The arts: Ein has a good eye for aesthetics and is incredibly creative. Most practiced with pencils or paints-- prefers doing landscapes.

Demeanour:
Ein is a reserved and calm person, rarely displaying her inner emotions and leans more on the cautious and independent side. She has a keen eye for detail, and isn't easily fooled or persuaded by others. Despite her more distrusting side, she often acts kindly and almost motherly towards others, and prefers to keep herself and those she is fond of out of direct conflict. Surprisingly, she has an oddly dark sense of humor, and can act quite playful if shes comfortable enough with someone.

History:
Ein cant entirely remember when she became trapped in a human form, or even how exactly it happened to her. All she can really remember are a few vague memories of her life before and the undeniable feeling that this form is not her own. Despite being sure she wasn't originally human, she often doubts the foggy images in her head and the validity that they hold over her past existence. Since finding herself like this, she's taken up the quiet life of a artists and florist, residing in a small cottage located in the forests near the coast. It isn't too far from town, where she often travels to sell bouquets and assorted paintings. Though she spends most of her days reading history books or creating art in peace, she sometimes finds herself searching restlessly for clues to her past, unsettled by the blankness that blankets her memories.
Name: Ein Finch

Race: Jackalope - disguised as a human

Apparent Age: 20

Actual Age: She isn't quite sure, but she guesses somewhere around 200 or so years old.

Appearance:

Profession: Florist / artist

Possessions:
- an impressive collection of art supplies, mostly including pencils, brushes, and paints.
- an old, silver saber.

Skills/Magic/Talents:
- Advanced senses: Ein has an exceptional sense of hearing and smell, as well as keen reflexes and a surprising amount of agility and stamina, though she isn't too terribly strong, so it is mostly reserved for running.
- Electrical Manipulation: Ein is able to generate a small amount of electrical shock. Its enough to stun a normal human, maybe even kill them if she tried, but anything further becomes too taxing on her body, so she avoids overdoing it.
- Longevity: Jackalope age very slowly. One hundred years could pass and it'd merely feel like a decade or so for her.
- Swordplay: Ein is half decent with a saber, though she can't entirely remember where she learned the skill from.
- The arts: Ein has a good eye for aesthetics and is incredibly creative. Most practiced with pencils or paints-- prefers doing landscapes.

Demeanour:
Ein is a reserved and calm person, rarely displaying her inner emotions and leans more on the cautious and independent side. She has a keen eye for detail, and isn't easily fooled or persuaded by others. Despite her more distrusting side, she often acts kindly and almost motherly towards others, and prefers to keep herself and those she is fond of out of direct conflict. Surprisingly, she has an oddly dark sense of humor, and can act quite playful if shes comfortable enough with someone.

History:
Ein cant entirely remember when she became trapped in a human form, or even how exactly it happened to her. All she can really remember are a few vague memories of her life before and the undeniable feeling that this form is not her own. Despite being sure she wasn't originally human, she often doubts the foggy images in her head and the validity that they hold over her past existence. Since finding herself like this, she's taken up the quiet life of a artists and florist, residing in a small cottage located in the forests near the coast. It isn't too far from town, where she often travels to sell bouquets and assorted paintings. Though she spends most of her days reading history books or creating art in peace, she sometimes finds herself searching restlessly for clues to her past, unsettled by the blankness that blankets her memories.
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