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Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

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Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

Isla

Isla stretched as Lance looked thoughtful, wrapping her cloak around her as it got colder and she assumed, darker.

"Hmm," Isla said, a frown on her face when Lance explained about his siblings. They sounded particularly dangerous, almost like targets she would choose to get rid off in any other situation. But considering they were Lance's siblings, she supposed if they ever ran into each other she'd at least hesitate.

"It's too bad," Isla murmured, laying down and cuddling with her satchel like a pillow. "People like that have lived when my siblings had to die," she again said quietly, eyes closed and thoughts tumbling as she tried to sleep.

Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

Isla

Isla was a little surprised Lance was so willing to go without the warmth of a fire. In traveling with others in the past, she had had to move herself to another location at night because of others desire or need to have one. And then she simply rejoined them in the daytimes.

She furrowed her brow at Lance's warning, but nodded solemnly, a curious frown on her face while he spoke. She listened intently, not only hearing his words but the emotions behind them until he finished. It was a lot to take in, and so she didn't respond immediately upon him becoming quiet.

"You don't have to worry about regretting giving me a chance," Isla said gently to reassure him about the last things he'd said. "What ever happened to your brother and sister?" she asked, unsure if perhaps they were dead, considering Lance wasn't looking for them. For some reason, she didn't imagine a brother and sister capable of tracking down a sibling to 'tie up loose ends'.

Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

Isla

Isla was reaching into her bag and feeling around for something, when Lance asked to start a fire. The young woman hesitated before her fingertips brushed the cool, metal handle of the hairbrush in her bag. "If you could go without I would greatly appreciate it," Isla said, feeling badly about her answer, but knowing she really had no other answer to give.

Isla then quietly pulled out the silver brush with roses etched it in and plastic bristles, and began running it through her dark brown locks. In her mind she could see her mother, sitting at the end of her bed, brushing her hair with the same brush. And though the face was blurry, the brush was forever etched in her brain.

After a few minutes of brushing, Isla stopped and looked in the direction she thought Lance was in based on when he last spoke. "So, what about your family? What's life like for a magic user who doesn't hate humans?" she asked.

Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

Isla

"I see," Isla said, hoping Lance was correct that this dark flame wielder wouldn't attack them upon arrival. Isla didn't have much else to ask her travelling companion, especially considering his answers seemed rather vague. She did however bring up camping now that they were a good distance from Moonbright village. She let Lance pick the spot, since it was much quicker using eyesight than her usual method of pushing through trees til she found a clearing, or listening for water.

After a camping spot was determined, Isla began moving on her hands and knees, clearing a spot free of rocks and sticks. Most people would begin making a place for a fire, but Isla never made a fire. Otherwise she couldn't sleep. So once the grass was free of bumps, Isla laid her satchel down, intending to use it as a pillow when the time for sleep came.

Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

Isla

"Agreed," Isla said with finality. She stuck close enough to Lance, heading East out of the village, and kept silent thoughts to herself. She wondered in her head why this magic user had no curiosity about her. He'd not questioned her age, her family, her past. She could only assume either he didn't care to know or was too focused on his mission to think to ask. After all, all they had right now was time to get to know one another and there was silence. Isla let out a soft sigh, fingers playing with the strap of her satchel.

"If you're hungry I have a little food to share," she said matter of factly.

Lance Eisert

Lance hadn't realized how hungry he actually was. Situations like this, Lance would hunt, or would of actually bought something from the village which he had originally been so quick to leave. Though as steps continued forward desire to not go back, or leave, became greater. "If required we can do a bit of hunting today or tomorrow. But I would love some food, if you have enough to spare." Eyes would always scan the area, only once in a while stopping and focusing upon Isla. Alike always, the man never knew how to drop his guard.

Lance would have asked about Isla's past. Though considered waiting. Lance wanted themselves to be a bit more comfortable with each others presence, before he asked more about her. Not to mention, Lance was a bit more consumed with the mission at hand than he'd like to admit. Finally, the figure cloaked in Moonbright Tavern, gave Lance an unsettling sensation. Partly the reason to why he refused to let his guard down, even more so now, than usual.

Isla

Isla opened her bag while she walked, fingers brushing past some of her belongings before feeling the jerky strips she had taken from earlier in the day. She took two and held them in Lance's direction so he could grab them before closing the pouch that rested on her hip.

"I enjoy hunting, so I wouldn't mind doing so if the opportunity arises tomorrow," Isla said with a shrug. She was quiet for a moment before she added "My brother and I used to hunt all the time. Some things I wouldn't let blindness take from me," she smirked, thinking about how it made most people nervous when she picked up her bow to shoot. No subtle snap of a tiny twig escaped her notice any time they passed a tiny creature along the road.

Lance Eisert

Lance accepted the offering of jerky, slowly partaking after doing so. The man was a patient one, that trait was even noticeable during eating. Though, in a polite manner between eating, he spoke. "I would be rather grateful if you hunted us food during this venture." Lance couldn't help from a faint chuckle in between words. "I can hunt, but i'm no expert to say the least." Honesty would tell that Lance was a horrible hunter.

Walk not ceasing, conversations continuing. "I do have two questions for you. How old are you? Also, how long have you been hunting?" Lance debated on asking more, yet something steadied his words. Lance figured without any rush to leave Isla's presence, they'd have plenty of time to talk.

Isla

Isla gave a smirk and soft chuckle when Lance mentioned his lack of hunting abilities. She didn't mind at all, but most people were much quicker to announce how positively fantastic they were at such things even if it was a lie.

"I'm 24," Isla replied, a little surprise coming through in her tone. "And... I suppose I've been hunting about 10 years now," she paused, thinking back to try and remember the first time her father took her to the woods with a bow.

He had been a sturdy man, over six feet tall and dirt permanently ground into his knuckle creases. His grizzly brown beard came down to the dirty beige collar of his shirt, over that was thick dark brown overalls. His heavy boots felt like they shook the ground a little every time he stepped, but that could have been Islas imagination. After all, in their home, their father was God.

Isla held onto her dad's handmade bow in her much smoother, whiter fingers. He had gotten her her own hip quiver though, filled with straight, tipped arrows. They had found a spot by a tree, bushes everywhere to easily conceal them. They sat in silence, and yet the daughter cherished every second. From that moment on, hunting was Isla's special thing.

"Can I ask, why exactly you're looking for this person we're headed towards? Or if there is anything else I should know about you, magic user?" Isla said before her memories brought on too many emotions.

Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

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Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

Isla

Isla rolled her eyes at first when he basically told her to wait, but then she thought that perhaps Lance didn't know what he was going to say or do after all. She stayed quiet though, and followed him to the tavern, entering and feeling a couple eyes turn towards them. It smelled like ale and smoke and musk faintly, conversations flying through the air and the thudding of people playing with darts in one corner.

Isla slightly bumped into Lance when he stopped up by the counter, taking a small step back afterwards and letting him do his own questioning. He seemed to insist on being quite blunt, despite who she assumed to be the barkeep, acting fairly normal. Her ears perked up to several whispers about the Snakethorn forest, about the man Lance was looking for, and some disgruntled assessments of both Lance and Isla by the locals.

The scooting of stools and chairs across the wood floors assaulted Isla's ears, and she gently gripped one of her daggers under her cloak, unaware if the patrons were leaving or going to surround the two travelers. But heavy boots shuffled away from the pair, out the door, and Isla breathed out calmly. Seemed Lance was right about Moonbright locals just wanting to be left alone.

"I don't need anything. And yes, I would like to continue traveling along with you as long as you'll have me," Isla spoke just loud enough for Lance to hear her. She then turned and headed out, having done her usual routine of counting steps in and out of buildings so she'd know how far to the door. 30 steps and she lifted her hand and it hit the door. She held it open for Lance before pausing in the street that seemed to be getting quieter, the air cooler. It must be evening.

"Are we continuing East, or shall we stay here for the night?" the young woman asked, knowing there was likely an inn, but she was also used to camping.

Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

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Humans VS. Magic-Users (Ch.1:Beginnings)

Isla

Isla stayed silent as the sounds of the approaching village came closer and closer, including the sound of a carriage seeming to have one wheel smaller than the other. The clomping of the horse became silent although the smell became stronger as they stopped, and Isla listened as an older man began to talk about goods that he was selling on his cart. She could feel more than one pair of eyes looking at her and Lance, though if she was correct, the second person was hiding or simply staying silent.

The exchange between Lance and the old man was... interesting. Neither one seemed to leave the conversation very happy and Ilsa simply stood back while the cart continued on its journey.

"I suppose it's to the tavern then..." Isla said, a closed lip smile on her mostly hidden face. She could easily find the tavern in most towns by just smelling for the yeast of the homebrew, though it was just as easy to let Lance lead for now.

"So, what exactly DO you plan on doing or saying to your black flame friend?" Isla murmured as bodies began passing by the two. A thousand thoughts would enter her mind and she would smell each person that brushed by her. She could tell what they had for breakfast; she could sometimes tell what they were thinking by their nervous tics or their sweat. The sounds of people's voices also revealed more than just their words but also their emotions. Whenever she had first become blind, towns like this were overwhelming. Now, she had become master of focus, while taking it all in at the same time.