The moon's yellow-silver grace, ample and pleasant - symbolic for so many things, other than meaning so casually 'the night'. Nouvel wondered if the moon really did look as happy as she thought it did. It could be her skewered imagination or something like it; she could never be sure. The various companions she had had over the years had told it a diversity of things - one had even said it was the most depressing thing she had ever seen, and that it looked so terrifyingly sad. Nouvel truly hadn't been able to see her take of this view, and often questioned the woman's opinion, unable to grasp the concept of an 'unhappy moon'. But, then again, it wasn't really living, so the argument in itself was worhtless...
A bunch of small, trivial arguments seemed to be the most fun, though. They were the ones you remembered, weren't they? They were often the catalysts to larger-scale things. Misunderstandings, mole holes to mountains... that's how it was, wasn't it?
Actually, she had arrived, stumbling across some poverty-stricken bandits, and after some quarreling - over the ownership of her money - she wound up coming to a compromise. She could stay, wouldn't burden or harm them, as long as she had a place to sleep, and then she'd lend them her talents as an unorthodox exorcist. As long as they agreed that they'd keep their grubby little hands to themselves. Usually, she asked for money. Even though she wasn't always this generous in her services, she decided that her money was safer this way. And thus, she was safer.
From some of the bandits she had heard stories of other bandits - that was around the time she began to space off, whole-heartedly not interested in more of their kind. However, when she was leaving, she asked about them and they told her they weren't allied with them and she should watch her back. Of course, one did add, in dark humor (she hoped) they couldn't pinch her purse after she was dead.
And that summed up her day - which consisted of sleeping and the expelling of some sicknesses some various members had caught. And although she exorcised demons - usually not by prayer since she was pretty much agnostic, although she never said so - she also removed diseases and had the ability to extract spirits of people.
Concealed by shadow, after witnessing the surrounding of the armored man, toying with her own goodwill and wondering if she had reached her limit yet. She wouldn't tell anyone she was a saint or the best person - she fell well below the standards of a model citizen. But that never really concerned her. As selfish as it was, as long as she was happy, that's all she ever considered. So, when he had slaughtered his opponents and the sliver of the others' will to fight him, she was considerably intrigued.
Maybe, if he wasn't busy, she could ask him of a favor?
Nouvel stepped away from the tree, arms crossed over her chest, her arms wrapped up with cloth, a loop encircling her index finger. She tilted her head, shaking it slightly to discourage her bangs from her eyes.
"Oye, sir. That was pretty impressive. Where are you headed? Busy?" She asked, somewhat belatedly realizing she was probably rather suspicious, and probably looked a little like a gypsy and maybe even like a bandit herself (with better belongings, however) with a rather scummy appearance, she guessed.
Then again, she wasn't good at beating around the bush or even understanding difficult things. Simplicity really was her still, and whenever things got too complex for her to understand or act, that was when she gracefully bowed out and exited the stage. Honestly, if she couldn't meet the standards, she wasn't going to play and act out her own tragedy.
But she could use the protection to get out of these mountains. She had a few tricks up her sleeve and could be rather dangerous when pushed to those extremes... but, well, one she was lazy, and two she wasn't confident in her ability to manage to rescue herself from homicidal, dirty little bandits. Especially when her arms hurt so goddamn much. But the bonus for him would be the fact that he'd earn some cash, so it really did work out.
(i've been wanting to post this character for so long. thank you, thank you, thank you. -pathetic-)