Ailith .}
Hours had past when Ailith had agreed to follow Ophen, the large man she met due to unfortunate events.
She began to have suspicions they had been lost since the first time Open paused and rubbed the back of his neck. The traveler remained quiet, hoping he would find his way soon enough. This never happened, unfortunately; soon enough, she found them pausing at a river for rest. The thoughtful face and confused expressions looked all too familiar. They were still lost.
"Say," he began, scratching his nose, "I don't recall a river on the trail I had taken. I wonder where I had taken a wrong turn." Ophen knelt next to the river and pooled the water into his hands and took several swigs.
"Say, looks like we made a wrong turn, so err..I'll have to look at my map to get my barrings," he said.
Ailith gave a soft smile in his direction despite his back turned to her. Her travels taught her to have patience when it was needed, although she was never this quite calm when it came to others. Ophen seems generally harmless. There was no point in getting angry. Simple mistakes were mistakes - any one could make them.
"So Ailith, where are you from any ways?" he asked. She sat down at his side, legs crossed in front of her.
"That is an interesting question," she said. Deep down - she knew of her background as the daughter of two poor farmers, but they were long gone. Even more so was her inability to ignore the feeling of being the pupil of Pythagoras. It was something she felt was her true identity. "Well," she began, "I originally come from a poor family of farmers - just my father and I because my mother had died during birth - but that was only six years of my life.
"Bandits raided my father's farm; it was an easy target, with no trading partners or other neighbors in sight, at the very end of Le'ranna, it was bound to be targeted at some point. Any way," she sighed, recalling the story, "my father was killed in the raid and the bandits took me. I have no clue what they were going to do with me, perhaps sell me, but that changed in the middle of the very next night. A dragon by the name of Pythagoras rescued me and scared them all away." Ailith closed her eyes, remembering all of the memories from that night.
"After that, I became his pupil. He taught me everything I would ever need to know: swordplay, philosophy, to read and write. He was in every way a father to me. Unfortunately, he disappeared years ago and I have yet to see him again. Nowadays, I spend my time traveling." She shifted towards him, looking into the man's eyes. "But what about you? Where did you get that strength from?"
