==> Be the greenblood
You grumble some more things, about the so called “useless power”, of yours to yourself where you walk, digging through your pocket after your keys when a sound made you stop and slowly turn around.
You stare for a short while as another troll walks out from what seem to have been his hiding-spot immediately getting suspicious. For exactly how long had he been watching you? And how did you fail to notice him until just now? It actually disturb you quite a lot. And you probably do look pretty annoyed as well as you look at him.
“Hi. And who mweep are you?” you ask after a moment of silence as you looks at him from top to toe as to decide whether he could be a treat to you or not. You couldn’t say he did look all that dangerous, but he did show up just after you got the warning feeling so you didn’t want to take any risks.
Not now. Not until you knew what it tried to warn you about.
Your attempts at seeming friendly has backfired! “oh, I am sorrƴ. Mƴ intentions were not to scare ƴou. I am not used to companƴ around here you see,” You pause slightly for effect ” I am Mƴrten.” You then shove your hands in your coatpockets, trying to look as unintimidating as you can and attempt to start a conversation “Quite impressive performance with the blades earlier, I must saƴ. I was just walking bƴ, wasn’t following ƴou or anƴthing, gods no! I would never.” You force a chuckle and wait for a reaction from your counterpart. You start to realize you are not the master conversationalist you thought. Frootloops.
You are still quite suspicious but let yourself relax. If he was the cause of your bad feeling it would probably have grown worse when he showed up, wouldn’t it..? You like to think it would as that would make the power seem at least a little bit less worthless but you can never be sure so you better keep your guard up. But you guess you can still talk with him without showing all too much how suspicious you still are.
“Myr†en you say…”
You nod a bit to the name, letting yourself take it in to remember then looks up at him, failing to hide a small smile due to his nice comment about her sword-training.
“†he name is Arella.” you finally say, easily just ignoring his excuses. They might be true, or not be, it didn’t matter all that much as long as he wasn’t a threat to you. “I’m pre††y mweep…” you sigh due to the hick-up cutting off your sentence. That mweeping sound was both annoying and sounded plain STUPID. “… I’m pre††y sure I’ve no† seen you around here before..?” you say, wondering if he live somewhere close but you just haven’t ran into him before, or if he for some reason has taken a longer walk. As far as you know you don’t got any neighbors…
You almost fell the need to chuckle at the unexpected hick-up noise, but repress it. “Well, Arella. I am from around the area, ƴou could saƴ. From the other side of the mountains. I’ve just taken a slight detour from mƴ ordinarƴ wandering route.“ You say in a orderly manner. As far as you can observe the girl seems to be somewhat of a dumbass, a dangerous dumbadss with weapons. It has been a long time since you delth with her type, or anyone at all! You should proceed with caution!
“I do belive I overheard ƴou saƴ something about a ‘stupid useless meow power’? I am rather curious on the subject of the strange abilities of our kin, would ƴou care to enlighten me of ƴours?” You say as you grope around in your coatpocket after a well worn pencil you usualy keep with you.
