A Man Displaced In Time

紫羅

Huffing she placed her hands on her hips, watching him wince in pain before sighing and taking out her small silken bag again and pulling out a band-aid that seemed to be covered in pictures of cats.

She had stolen in from the waitress at the little Bar in the valley, but it had just been sitting out where anyone could take it.

Shrugging and walking over to the mirror she gazed at her reflection, seemingly lost in thought. 

What the hell was with this woman?

"Listen, lady, if you need something I'll hand ya off to someone that ... that knows how to read but I can't see how I can help you."

"…" A single eyebrow arched judgingly.

Watching him fret and fuss, pacing back and forth was giving her a headache. How could one man be so… so… infuriating! The obvious next step was to process this and succumb to her every whim, that’s what people back in her continent did!

Grabbing him by the collar her docile facade faded and she stared right at him, lip curl into the beginning of a snap. She mouthed her words slowly and clearly.

Read my lips.

Leaning back away from the woman as she gets all close and personal, flushing a deep, tomato red. "G-G-Gods, back off will ya--?" Swallowing an anxious lump in his throat, his face starting to perspire.

[The menu he handed to her so forcefully, shocked Lumina, who jumped backwards and watched as it swiftly hit the ground]  Oh, uh sorry… Well, his name is Jack…? He’s a farmer, a farmer from Forget-Me-Not Valley. You’ve heard of him, right?

 [Staring at him for a second, she continued going on but his twitching (ears?) and irritated expression quickly silenced her. Giving him a nervous glance she picked up the menu and sat at one of the tables he had directed her to, burying her head in the menu, trying not to call attention to herself]

You furry buffoon, I have here enough jewels to buy a small village and yet for you to not realize my wealth could only point to my magnificent royal lineage.

Watching her draw, not at all sure where this is going and wanting a direct answer above all. Furrows his brow, taking the drawing pad from her and studying the crude sketch. "Huh ... almost looks like some kid drawing of a Prin--" Dylas was promptly cut off as the voiceless woman mouthed the word, "Princess."

"W-Wait a sec, you're a--" Shakes his head, feeling frustrated with himself for not figuring it out sooner. The precious gems, intricate clothing, and snotty attitude-- of course she was royalty of some sort. "J-Jeez, so you're some sort of Princess friend of Princess Frey's then?" Huffs, rolling his eyes, "just what we need ..."

Her note.

Her hands flew to her pockets only to find the book missing and she sighed noiselessly, knowing this would be a bit of a hassle.

Looking around the room she saw a portrait of… their king? Was it normal for foreign countries to hang pictures of monarchs in such intimate places? Different cultures, she supposed.

Taking long graceful strides she covered the king’s face and pointed to the crown, and then pointed to herself. She pointed to her mouth and then shook her head. She pointed out the window to zepplin’s in the distance, and then pointed to herself again.

Shaking his head, rubbing the back of his neck, "I dunno what else yer trying t'say, lady ... D'ya need me to take you to the clinic? You sick or something?"

Cripes, this was going to be hard. He'd have her write out what she was trying to say but in the past thirteen hours he still didn't fully understand how to read.

Ah right, the angry man with the periwinkle hair.

Crossing the room to peer in the mirror hanging on the wall she took a small silk bag out of her gown, containing a comb and some cosmetics- beginning to meticulously groom herself for the day.

Blinks in surprise upon seeing the "sleeping beauty" bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, so to speak. "Er--" offers an awkward wave of his hand, "hey. You uh, you feeling better? Ya didn't look so good when I left you."

Clearing his throat, he took a step towards her, watching Keira brush out her long, locks of black hair.

"... ... ..."