Well, he didn’t start flipping or acting all macho, so he hot point’s fer being such a good sport when she pulled the dagger. However, his next words made her scowl. ‘I guess anyone who'd ask that kind of a question truly is an outsider.’ He shrugged, and her scowl deepened as she heard the next part. ‘Well, it just goes to show, at the very least, you're a very lucky outsider.’ Of course nice wasn’t a debatable term, idjit. She was just being told by some stranger that she was an outsider, and lucky. It was up to her decide if she was truly lucky, so bite her.
’Hello, Mo'mia-mia Chandelier, you've walked yourself straight to a death sentence. This kingdom, Connlaoth, hunts magic users. Magic is both illegal and disdained by the general populace.’ Illegal? Than how do they heal or, protect the city against other magic wielders? ‘Simply knowing any form of magic is grounds for execution. It was pretty noisy outside today, and while I don't have any inside knowledge on it, I'm guessing you were the cause.’ Knowing it? What the freak? And yeah, she had done a little shape shifting, because she was trying to get as far away as possible from home at the time. ‘No doubt some upstanding citizen has already reported you to the city guard, and your use of a healing spell just now has probably tripped all kinds of alarms meant to detect that kind of thing. Screw the upstanding citizen, and damn them to the pit’s of hell! And it hurt! It was much easier to heal the wound then let it sit their, and she had nothing better to do, being very sensitive to wounds because of her back, but you don’t need to know that story. ’However, I did say you were a lucky outsider, obviously not privy to this information before, and I wasn't just playing around. I'd be willing to help you, as I was an outsider once, myself.’ Again, she would decide if she was the lucky one, thank you. And no, she didn’t know, as I said before bite her. Hey, but he’d be willing to help her, so that helped him break away her shield, a bit.
‘Someone as pretty as you doesn't seem like the kind of person who deserves to be put to death by any number of unpleasant means, in my honest opinion.’ She ignored the flirting, lifting an eyebrow but saying nothing, letting him go on. And since she didn’t know, why would they put her to death? And unpleasant ways… Food for thought. ‘They probably won't have an exact bead on your location at this point, since you've only used one spell to my knowledge, but it would be best if you took me up on my offer to get you out of sight for a time.’ She nodded, saying she only did one spell, the shape-shifting not counting in her mind, she just listened, busy mind thinking about the offer. He shrugged again, and her scowl, which had begun to slowly shrink deepened again as she noted his maddening smirk. Males, for goodness sakes. ‘Or you could always just stay out here and get caught. Otherwise, I'd recommend you hop on over to my back door so no one sees me letting you into my house. After all, people who know about mages and don't report them are added to death row along with the lousy magic user they tried to 'protect'. I don't make up the laws, but I do so enjoy breaking the annoying ones.’ No, she would rather not. The worst thing she needed was her step-father finding out she was still alive. Glancing back at the way he indicated, she stayed for a moment, her arm’s crossed, fingering her knife and listening. Serves him right for calling her a lousy magic user, if he did get killed, but then again, he was kinda cute. And a trouble-maker. He’s smirk changed to a grin, showing straight white teeth so infecting she couldn’t help but letting red lips part in a small smile of her own.
�I traveled as a shape shifter here, a wolf. My hair stayed green,� She touched her strands framing thin face, �And my staff and pack was on top. I looked weird.� Her voice, unlike before, was quieter, shyer, as she slowly turned into herself again. It wasn’t her fault her step-father made her this way, forced to stand up for herself. Suddenly she remembered Raven. But my horse… He’s still away a bit, `bout half a mile. He knows where I am, but he’ll attract attention to, being a draft horse, big and black…� The smile that had graced her face made her look far prettier than when she did before, with a scowl, but she doubted he would even glance her way. Being as cute as he was, he probably had lady fan’s falling over him.
Worrying about Raven, she slid around back and slipped in the door, being careful to make sure nobody saw her. She wasn’t new at sneaking out of places. Dashing inside, she found herself in a comfortable house, and walked with a cat-like tread down the floor, into a cozy kitchen/living room? Their was her savior, who’s name she still didn’t know. Giving a tiny curtesy, she spoke again. By the way, I still don’t have your name. Mine’s not Mo’mia-mia. It’s…� She paused, not sure what to tell him. Let’s go with Mia for right now, shall we? �Mia. And thank you.�