"Raoun, we seem to be running low on dried Edelweiss..."
Raoun frowned, stopping mid stroll, and slung his pack off of his shoulder. He remembered stocking up before they'd left the last village- "You did, but you also drank a lot of tea on the way."
Raoun's frown deepened into a scowl, and he swatted at the air around his head, muttering, "You know I hate it when you listen to me think! I'm not some storyteller's fancy for you to follow along to." He knelt, needlessly re-tied his pack, and took off at a brisk walk. His cloak fluttered behind him, and he pulled his hood across the dark tangle of his hair, the grim and tight-lipped face he so favoured sliding across his features. He was dressed slightly better than normal, having been coerced into buying leather walking boots and a pair of linen braies. He still wore a raggedy skirt and tunic though, and his pine dyed cloak had seen far better days.
"Then maybe you should keep your thoughts to yourself," Naia nipped back defiantly, a touch of insolence colouring her tone, "It's hard not to hear every stray curiosity and unsaid insult you procure out of that thick head of yours!"
Raoun almost stopped walking for a second, so caught was he by her words. He was irritated now, and he said, "Keep my thoughts to myself? What does that even- how would one even do that?!" he readjusted his grip on the pack and trudged forward, muttering to himself. "I can hear you, you jag!"
"What does that even mean?!" He yelled, suddenly very aware that to anyone around him, it would appear as if he was yelling at nothing. He snapped at Naia, albeit under his breath this time, "Just shut up and stop rummaging around in my thoughts!" He knew she'd listened when she withdrew ever so slightly from him. She couldn't go far, but she could seclude herself if she wanted to. He'd have to apologise later... and his scowl deepened further.
One foot after the other, over and over, until he was far enough from this blasted place to fly. They'd decided on keeping a low profile, but that meant walking in highly populated areas. And wouldn't you know it, he'd taken a human road into a human city, where there was an annoying abundance of humans. He was busy brooding over how he couldn't fly, how they were running out of tea leaves, how he'd have to make it up to Naialei somehow, and much he didn't like stone buildings and stone roads when he walked past an alley. An alley with some teenager and a much larger, much shadier looking fellow pointing something his way. Raoun snapped out of his funk, sudden self-preservation instinct taking over. He called, albeit with every intent to abandon subtlety if the need arose, out into the alley, "Hey, whatcha doin' with the kid?"