Beautiful Stranger...

[silverdust]

((Yep I took it ;D My girl's not paged yet, but I'm working on that ))



She sat near the end of the bar, careful not to draw to much attention to herself. Little she could do anyways. Even in human form, she looked outlandish. Her skin was pale, too fair for this hot sun, drawing jealous looks from the barmaids, who relied on powder to hide their tans. Her hair was a fine blonde, even white in the sun, marked with faded strikes of sea green, the same glassy gaze as her eyes. She was dressed almost blindingly in white, dusted from sand but still brilliant, the hat tipped low over her eyes. She stuck out like a lily in the desert.

But she paid for her drinks and didn't start any trouble, so soon the raised eyebrows faded. Anyways, the humans were used to strange people poppin up everywhere, and to top it off, she was attractive. The first cowpokes had already been waved away with a smile and a small shake of the head. She couldn't hear what words they were saying, and didn't even bother to read lips. Iedaene was deaf, something that some of these males didn't seem to notice, taking her for another quiet stranger. She wore the defect well.

[crystal]

((Woah what is that? Is that a euclide??? There are horse type euclides? I like that omg!! I want one. But I cant get one right now though. Sorry to intrude))

[silvertip]

(crystal read this:http://euclidestheatre.proboards67.com/index.cgi?board=general&action=display&thread=1135958584&page=1)

[tigs]

He was the stranger who smiled at the seductive dames, flirting at his hair with their hands and painted eyes. His skin was tanned, and so he fit in well enough, beads and feathers adorning sweet cocoa tresses tinted with cerulean. His eyes were the innocent crystalline of ice from other lands and held a youthful, boyish sparkle. He'd been somewhat shyly watching a girl now, for about five minutes, too gentlemanly to approach her, it seemed she was having enough male troubles..

A hand grasped at his dusty brown top, which gaped slightly at his chest and revealed a nicely built body, surprising for how youthful he looked. He pulled away before any managed to slip curious grabbing into his army-green pants, which carefully hid red, tattoo-like markings. The only real visible indicator other than his hair and almost indian decorations that he was, in fact, not human.

The girl was now on her own, not being bothered by the locals, too bad he couldn't say the same... With a quick fixing of his clothing, he smiled and settled down.

"Do you mind if I sit here, miss?" He asked politely, a rich accent to his voice that spoke of the same origins as his beaded and feathered decorations.

[silverdust]

She could sense the handsome stranger wasn't all he seemed, so she raised her head as he approached, brushing the smooth, silk-white strands from her left eye. She fixed the shimmering liquid jade orbs on his the smooth line of his lips as he spoke, reading the words she could not hear. She hoped he would not get the wrong impresson from the gaze of her eyes, as it seemed he was the type to flirt, attracting her even more of the jealous barmaid glares from stealing away their prize.

She smiled gently and shook her head, motioning to the seat with a graceful wave, the strange lime-green cuff glittering with the glide of her slender wrist. Maybe this exotic stranger would lend her more company than the others. None of them would have the patience to withstand her silence or learn the signs she flashed with her hands. She hoped he would be different.

[tigs]

He smiled enthusiastically as she waved him into the seat. And, there was a difference between being a flirt, and being polite. He didn't like how those floozy girls just decided they'd try and claim him like an item, but instead of getting a foul mouth over it, he simply smiles, declines, and walks away. However, it was natural for them to be spiteful of this lady. Yes, a lady, much nicer company. She wore nicer clothing too. Not to mention, he didn't want to get his hopes up, but she looked a little out of place, a little strange for a simple human. Too elegant, and the colours of her hair were just unnatural for plain humans, simple as that.

He hadn't yet caught on that she was mute, in fact, he thought she was just shy with words. He leaned his arms over the table, his thick hair spilling all around him until he had to toss it over a shoulder to be able to see the femme.

"Pardon my asking, but may I hear your name?" His english was a little on the rough side, but that's also why he didn't talk much to normal humans. His legs wrapped around the bar chair, and he seemed rather intent on what her response would be. Names were so... interesting to him. He couldn't explain why. It was one of his quirks, doubled with his fairly mature nature for looking so youthful.

[silverdust]

She gave another light smile, almost giggling at the way his hair fell over his eyes. She admired the beads and the feathers braided into it with such elegant, foreign skill. As an Artisan, she was appreciative of beauty, however wild it may be. There was a spark in his eyes, a boyish shine that added a certain innocence to his bearing, one she found pleasant. The men had seemed jaded, rough almost, attractive in the ruggish, chauvinistic manner. She had far enough of that.

She continued to watch the movement of his lips. Name, she could see the intensity he wished to know. She bit her lip, wondering how she could tell him. It was not that she couldn't speak, but that she was often ashamed too. She could see the words that were formed on other's mouths, but what sounds to emulate, she could never know. She would sound stupid, slow, contrary to her quick and creative mind. There was no beauty in her words, none that she so desired to have.

Shyly, she reached tentatively over the table and took one of his hands in her own slender one, turning so the palm faced upward. Gently, she traced the letters onto his tanned skin with a touch whisper-light. I-E-D-A-E-N-E.

She smiled and released him, the unsurity of her bold move and his reaction flickering in her normally calm eyes.

[tigs]

He felt strange at her smiles, knowing how fake a smile could be, he wondered if he was bothering her? Perhaps she was just pulling one of his moves, the simple smile, in hopes that they would all just leave him be. But she seemed too sincere, and it's not like one needed more than a simple smile. It conveyed plenty without being over the top. His mind was a complex of contradicting opinions, so it was hard for him to come to a conclusion after analyzing something.

He allowed her to grab his hand easily, moving it so it was comfortable for her wrist as well as his. When she began to write on his hand, he gave her an initial look of curiosity and then concentrated on the letters. Iedaene? Oh, that was her name! He smiled brilliantly, his eyes taking on the glow of sunlight, warming and melting the ice which frosted his orbs. Though he was a cheerful Defore, his eyes gave off the feeling of cold and bitterness. Unfortunate.

"Iedaene? I'm probably not pronouncing it right, I'm sorry. Can you not speak?" He wondered aloud, being somewhat used to the permanent ailments one can aquire through life. He had met a mute, a deaf, a blind, and plenty other disabled type of creature in his travels. This was all familiar to him, and luckily for them both, he was very patient. And he loved to understand, that was one thing above all else. He had to understand, the simplest aspect to anything could become a mightly challenge if he felt he didn't properly understand it.

"My name is Dantevi. I'm a... nevermind." He stopped and thought a moment on whether or not it was wise to let her know he was a Chief. Yes, he was looking to start a Caravan, but first he really had to know if she was a Defore.

"This may sound strange... but are you simply human?" He laughed softly at his own words, thinking it was a good enough place to start, rather than begin the babble about his society that made most humans very unnerved. In his younger years, he had foolishly spoken about it to any walking human with tinted hair of another shade, or strange skin and clothes. He'd learned much since then.

[silverdust]

The smile was disarming, everything about him seemed so. The honesty by which he spoke, the willigness to her strange ways. The light behind the cold eyes, it fascinated her. A walking contradiction it seemed, something between a child and a man. Such a fascinating, beautiful stranger. She wasn't sure how to act. She had been alone for the longest time, content in her solitude, for nothing could then question her. But now...

Delicately, she tucked the strands of hair behind her ear as she read the rapid procession of questions on his lips. She tried to answer them as they came, and found herself wishing that she could hear his voice, as the words seem to flow in a liquid stream, like the laughing of a brook. She clapped her hand gently to her ear, signaling she was deaf. She made a soft sound in her throat, unsure of what she had exactly sounded like, then put a finger to her lips, cutting it off. She did not want to speak, shameful.

Dantevi. She mirrored the motions of his lips, voiceless but showing she understood. Dantevi. A foreign name, but containing elements of certain rules she remembered from long past, rules she had trained herself to recognize. Her mind quickly registered the name, even as the lips formed the question, 'are you simply human?' The 'D' for the male, 'te' for Chief standing.

Her smile brightened, she almost felt like laughing in joy. She took his hand again and drew the letters in an almost steady rhythm, the smile still shimmering about her lips. Ciondre. Artisan. Hello, Dantevi, Chief. Happy. Meet. Another.

She finished by clasping both her hands about his, not sure if she could possibly project her delight at finally found someone of her own race. Someone who might understand.

[tigs]

The motions of her hands were so artistic, so poetic. Liquid grace, untamable, and so bespelling. She worked magic without any spell, and seemed to be unaware of her never-ending intrigue. He liked that, ego was such an obnoxious thing to have. She wasn't confident, but she had every reason to be. Deaf? She made a small noise and then silenced herself. Not mute, not quite. Then why didn't she talk? Did it hurt?

"So you're deaf, I'm sorry. I shouldn't talk so quickly. Can you speak at all?" He wondered, not wanting to press her if it pained her, but so curious to hear the voice behind the face. If she spoke, her words would be a living song, he knew. She seemed to be intrigued by him, and though he found himself not at all above ordinary, well, surely she thought the same about herself. It was strange how one could give oneself so less credit than they deserve.

She made the look of his name on her lips and he chuckled softly, not laughing at her, but merely happy that she enjoyed and understood the name when he'd spoken it. She seemed to be contemplating something... but it was not unusual. Humans thought it strange and obsurd, he had to make up stories about his family being a native tribe and therefore they couldn't understand the naming without having lived his past. Not entirely a lie, but very far from truth.

He tilted his head in curious anticipation when she began to draw again, and once the first word was spelled, his smile faded to a silent 'o' of surprise and recognicion. He could hardly contain his excitement as she continued on with her words. She knew his rank, and was indeed one of his kind! All would be so much simpler now, and the joy of finding another was as great as that which she evidently felt.

His hands gripped hers and he pressed them to his lips. He re-thought her name and then smiled, understanding her delicate grace and poetic beauty at last. "Yes, Artisan, I should have known! I'm very happy that we are of the same kind." He didn't want to try and tie her down to a Caravan without knowing her opinion on the matter, and there was still so much to know about her, so much to ask now that he could speak to her freely.

[silverdust]

She was mildly shocked as the lips she had been watching for so long touched against the skin of her hand. She was unused to such contact, but she didn't pull away as she normally would've. The touch from his lips was soft, and something so tender she thought she'd never experience with her own kind. It so sweet and surprising she laughed aloud.

With a gasp she jerked her hands away and clamped them over her mouth, careful to stifle any sound that might come out. She didn't even want to imagine how it might've sounded. Ashamed, she lowered her hands and took his again. She looked up at him and gave another worried smile. She wanted him to understand that it wasn't because of him, but her own shame. She didn't want to hurt him. She traced the words slower, biting her lip worriedly. Sorry. Ashamed. Speak. No. Sound. Horrible. Do. Not. I?

She looked up at him, unsure still. He was the first of her kind that she had met for such a long time, she had forgotten how to act normally. How strange they must seem, she could feel the heated gazes of the spurned cowboys upon her, as well as the maids. She chewed her lip again, letting her gaze slide to her bangles. She always felt some sort of comfort then.

[Mistay]

{{-pokes head in- I couldn't resist...both of your Defores are simply fantastic! -drools- ^^}}

[silverdust]

((thank you ;D Tigs is one of the best to RP with ^_^))

[Kryss]

((Would you mind terribly if mine joined?))

[tigs]

((ONE OF?! Just kidding, dear ^^ that's insane flattery, especially coming from you! *pets* Don't listen to her, she's the creative one! XP and... Kryos, I wouldn't mind, so long as he doesn't hit on the lovely Iedaene whom Dantevi is fascinated with XD Dante has a need to receive affection and hates rejection X3))

Her reaction was basically what he'd been hoping for, perhaps better. And finally, a sound! Such a sweet melody, soft and hard to catch, for her voice had been so long unused, but it grew stronger, clearing out the tightness and erupting into song. But just when it seemed she was comfortable with laughter at the very least, she surprised him yet again. Why would she silence herself? Such cruel punishment, on them both. He'd simply die if he never heard that laugh again. What a strange concept...

"Your laugh reminds me of birds singing in the morning, or a harp being played softly. Not horrible, never. So far from it, Iedaene." He lightly grasped her jaw in one hand, lifting her face towards his. Only to look into her eyes, he was not so bold himself as to seek her lips. Not while she was so uncomfortable, her comfort was first and above all else. He left his other hand on the table, so she could still write if she had more to say. He was reluctant to remove the gentle hold of his palm from her face.

Everyone around them had dissapeared for a while, and it was just now that he realized they were not alone. He wanted to take her somewhere more beautiful, to accentuate her loveliness, and the stares they received were just so judgemental and obnoxious. People had such rude habits.