the unseen

          ❝ Aren’t you old enough to look around without somebody there to warn you? ❞ 

“Oh yeah? You must be some skilled assassin.” Thanks to his fast reflexes, he had avoided the blade that was not meant to be ‘targeted’ at him. He was use to people going after his head, and he had a great perception of his surroundings. With Repede at his side, he was safer because his companion had a better range of senses than he did.

Yuri wasn’t buying it, though. It was only him and his companion. Clearly he couldn’t have been targeting anyone else but them. Was the one before him sent by someone? He’s never seen him before. There has to be some reasoning behind having thrown a knife in their general direction.

“If you were after us, then what were you after?”

He can hear the skepticism, but it bothered him little. Jay was accustomed to a lack of faith in him and his abilities, used it to his advantage in the best of times. Not being seen as a threat was an advantage more often than not. The boy was perched on a tree branch, second knife in hand and being twirled nonchalantly.

                ☾~ “It’s that obvious, huh?” Well, he wasn’t surprised. He did kind of stand out,                 especially marveling over the flowers. They must be common on the Legacy,                 even if he’d never seen them before (hence his interest). “Well, the Merines                 and I’ve got stuff we need to talk over. Politics and stuff, y’know?”

While he was assured the Legacy was perfectly safe (unlike his tense home on the continent of Aurella), it still might not be a good idea to launch into the details of who he was and why he was here… But since he was already outed as a stranger he might as well give this person some honesty.

This kind of meeting wasn’t really his style, Lukius usually handled this sort of stuff… But he knew he needed to know it at some point. He’d met Shirley before, she seemed friendly and reasonable. She was probably as good of a person as any to really start working on political matters with.

"You stand out as much as a grand gaet at a social function," Jay was quick to retort, punctuating it with a smile. His eyes did narrow some at the mention of the Merines, connecting the dots on just who this stranger might be. Naturally he was well involved in the affairs of his friend ( whether she knew all of it or not remained to be seen ) and he was skeptical at best when it came to outsiders and their dealings. Politics were a messy business, after all, and anyone involved in them wasn't to be trusted.

                ☾~ “Huh?”

Don’t touch the flowers? Why? Were they somehow dangerous? The teen looked very confused, but slowly backed away. Someone (he assumed was) local probably knew a lot more about what was and wasn’t safe to do than he did. Or maybe the flowers were just delicate? Either way, Caius wouldn’t touch if he was told not to.

                “Sorry… I just thought they were pretty, that’s all.”

The reaction is an immediate one, clearly someone is good at following directions. Better than a few of the people he's been forced to deal with. They would have charged ahead and eaten the flowers if they thought it'd prove them wrong.

Not that there was anything wrong with the flowers.

"They're a type that's only found here." Approaching the other, he circles him a moment.

   “Excuse me? Whose hands are you callin’ sticky, punk? How about you say sorry for bumping into me?”

“But Jay -”

“I couldn’t just leave the little one there!”

And thus their position is explained. Shirley is holding on to a very rowdy eggbar cub and trying not to fall from the branch of a tree just outside Werites Beacon. Jay is staring up at her, hands in his pocket, from the base of said tree.

“I know you can get up here easily,” she tuts. “Just take him for me while I climb down? Best not to think leaving either, you know I can always have my teriques chase after you…”

Said blue butterfly flits around Jay’s head as if in proof of his friend’s threat.

Of all the things he'd like to do in this very moment climb up there was at the exact bottom of the list. He narrows his eyes and draws his lips into a thin line when she threatens him, ducking a little as the butterfly invades his space obnoxiously.

A sigh shakes his shoulders and he wonders when he became such a pushover. "If it bites me I'm dropping it." With that he easily ascends the tree and perches on her branch. Every bit of his expression tells just how much he DOESN'T want to be dong this.

Jay reaches out, motioning for her to hand the eggbear over, "Well, give it here, and be careful on the way down."