So...Hello (Cailean)

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer ran, and ran, and than ran some more. It had been forever since he had simply went out and ran. He was a little rusty, the scraps on his hands and knees were evident of that. He ran around Camelot, making a nuisance of himself as he jumped over food stalls and rooftops alike without a care in the world. It was only when someone contacted the guard that there was a nuisance that he had a problem.

Making a turn down an alley, Dreamer found himself in the darker world of the Slums. The lowest place of Camelot, The guard frequented it often out of mere principle. Unfortunately for them, Dreamer was much better at escaping than they were at pursuing. He made a few turns through a crowd, ducked under a stall, jumped over a wall separating an alley. It was all too easy.

That is, until he found the other guard on the other side of the alley. He had been led into a trap. Again though, he was very good at escaping. They did block off both enterances to the alley, but they failed to cover the rooftops. Using the wall he was currently ontop of, he merely did a catwalk up the side of the building and pulled himself up. Dreamer wanted to rest, he was growing tired, he felt older for some reason. Being cooped up in a room for the last few weeks can do that to someone. He ran, and instead of jumping the rooftops as expected, he let himself down onto the street and into a shop before the guard would notice.

Dreamer opened the door and slammed it behind him, putting his back against the door for a moment as he closed his eyes and breathed. He took deep, slow breaths for a moment before opening his eyes. Only to find a lady sitting alone, staring right at him with a questioning look. "Um...Hello" Dreamer said, smiling as innocently as he could at that moment.

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

Cailean hadn’t been expecting anyone within her shop that afternoon. Evening. Whatever, she wasn’t so sure what time it was any longer, not that it mattered much. It certainly felt late. And instead of closing up shop and locking up doors, she’d simply wandered from the front toward the back, with a handful of beads, twine and trinkets, and a bottle of cheap liquor held within the other.

Cailean wasn’t your average woman. Some would argue she had boyish tendencies. Smoking, and the occasional fling in search of physical release were upon that list. Though it didn’t end there. The girl was bold, and bossy, amongst other things.

So, there she’d been sitting, half slumped within her seat, and hunched forth at some unhealthy angle. Her back ached, though she made no motion to sit upright once more, at least not at the moment. Nimble fingertips were currently bound up within thin pieces of thread, both blue and a muddied sort of brown wound about her fingertips as she worked to twine the two bits amongst one another seamlessly before finally knotting the both off, rather sloppily at that, though the messiness lent to it’s charm, or so she’d been telling herself. Whatever the case, people seemed to be fond of them, whether stylistically or simply for what they believed they could do.

Whatever the case, Cailean could use the coin.

The girl offers a roll to her shoulders, and rights herself, briefly, if only to pop her spine. Miss de Sable sighs out warmly, seeming all too satisfied within that moment. Soon enough she was plucking up a small charm to knot upon that bracelet, a miniature and useless bell rolling it’s way toward the palm of her hand.

It’s then her door slams, and miss de Sable’s cat-like eyes widen in reply. So noisy. Still, her brow lifts, and the girl clears her throat. Despite his warm greeting, Cailean was none too sure as to how she should reply. The young girl clears her throat, and pauses for a moment longer, “You look like you could use a drink,” it’s an invitation of sorts, though she wouldn’t blame him if he denied her.

Still, she gives an implicative tip to that bottle, lifting such to her lips before giving it a wiggle in his direction, brows arched as she swallows.

Awful friendly of Cailean.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

“You look like you could use a drink,”

Suprise, that was the first emotion Dreamer felt as he looked at this young woman offering a bottle to him, simply because it was unexpected. Then the fear hit, and Dreamer thought about simply turning back and running, hoping to find another building or alley unoccupied. The simple fact that the woman surprised him seemed to be reason enough to run. Then Curiosity replaced the fear and surprise, and he decided to walk forward and grab the bottle from her hands.

Dreamer had never been much of a drinker, having not taking a particular liking to The Ram's Ale. Yet as he took a swig of the bottle, he found himself taking another sip before setting it down. He was not sure if he enjoyed the strange liquid, but the mere fact that it didn't taste awful was good enough for the moment. "Thanks" Dreamer said, not knowing what else to say at the moment.

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

Silence.

Was this boy a mute? Cailean didn’t know. Perhaps he was simply shy, though if that were true, she’s certain the young man wouldn’t have come bursting into her shop the way he had, uninvited, and out of breath. Whatever the case was, he wasn’t speaking, and Cailean found this somewhat disturbing. Perhaps he was a murderer, though she didn’t truly believe that, either.

Still, he accepted the offer of a drink without any semblance of hesitance, to which Miss de Sable offers up an easy sort of smile, those cat like eyes settling upon his own.

“Has your tongue been cut out?” she asks of him suddenly, expecting some sort of answer. A nod, a shake of the head, perhaps some words, even! Whatever the state of his tongue, Cailean fully well expected some sort of explaination.

Whatever the case, the girl jams the cork back into the mouth of that bottle, only to stash such below that lopsided table of hers. All the while Gable stares up at that young man, those beady birds’ eyes of his wide and almost expectant. Though the bird simply issues a curt sort of coo, coupled with a ruffle to its feathers, before settling all the closer toward Cailean herself.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

“Has your tongue been cut out?”

Dreamer had the sudden uneasy feeling that something was being expected of him. As if put on the spot, he had a right answer or a wrong answer, and no way to determine which was which. Of course that feeling held no realistic fact to it, did it? Dreamer looked between woman and bird and felt he couldn't answer himself that question.

"Hardly.." He said, "I just find myself at a loss for words". Smooth words from Dreamer, although he hadn't intended what they may imply. Dreamer did find the woman attractive, he just wouldn't tell her so.

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

Strange boy. Cailean gives a quick shake to that pretty head, though dismissing the thought that he had no words to speak. Poppycock. He was a grown man, for gods’ sake! He certainly may have some words for her. Perhaps an apology for bursting into her shop, uninvited. Perhaps a purpose for seizing hold of her shop, and using it like it were his own.

Chivalry wasn’t only for knights, after all.

Cailean rolls her dark eyes, and Gable offers up another dumb coo, before bouncing closer to inspect the strange looking boy. “Right, then, sweets,” Cailean offers up with a soft purse to her mouth.

“Can I help you with something?” she asks of him thereafter. Though she shifts, the young girl still doesn’t move from within her seat. She doesn’t approach this young man as Gable was, and she didn’t feel inclined to offer him any more until a purpose for his existence within this moment was given. “Perhaps you’re lost?” she offers up, seeking some sort of explanation, “I’m sure there are some guards you could ask for an escort home,” she mutters, attempting to seem helpful, though simultaneously sounding more than passive aggressive.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

A bead of cold sweat dropped from Dreamer's brow, almost as if to boldly suggest his sudden uncomfortable state when Cailean mentioned the guards. Dreamer was a Mage of the Magi guild, if he were to be apprehended by the guards he would be ridiculed by the council, and his situation would be exaggerated for the most severe punishment. Sure, a week or two in the dungeons and an extensive investigation on weather or not he was safe to let free, nothing big.

Unfortunately, it was big, and Dreamer didn't want to go threw that.

He wasn't just going to harm this innocent women either. Smiling he rubbed his hair in a comfortable way, trying to show an innocent face. "Aww, no i'm not lost, i was merely out for a stroll across Camelot, nothing big", crap he was rusty, even he didn't believe his lie. It would have to do though, dear gods he hoped it worked.

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

Gable coos at the man within Cailean’s doorway, and with that he bounces away once more, disinterested in whatever he had to offer.

Cailean, on the other hand, was growing more irritated than she was disinterested. Though could she truly be blamed? There was something distinctly suspicious about this young man leaning upon her door, and preventing any business from entering her shop. Though Cailean was none too sure exactly why she was so irritated. She didn’t much care for the current state of her business, after all, she hadn’t been occupying many customers before hand.

“Listen.” Cailean demands suddenly, pushed off of the edge of mild irritation by his blatant lie, “You can either tell me the truth, or I have every right to have you ‘escorted’ from within my shop,” That was, unless he wished to line her pockets with a generous donation. Her brows arch, “So, please, by all means, you may sit and keep me proper company,” she offers.

“Or you may take your leave.” It was truly his choice, though people within doorways tended to be coming, or going, after all, the doorway was no place for lingering.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Turning his head, Dreamer was ready and willing to take the woman's offer and leave. Unfortunately as he did, he saw two guards pass by across the street, through the window. He quickly turned and looked around, blocking the woman's view for a moment before finally moving to sit at the offered seat.

Dreamer sighed as he leaned his head back against the cheap furniture for a moment before finally saying, "Alright, you've got me, damn I'm rusty...". "Well, lets just say i went out for an....extreme stroll, though the slums, the guards didn't take to liking it and attempted to capture me, They failed and now I'm here..." Dreamer waved his hand around the room, letting his head follow for a moment. "Now, to keep myself out of harms way for those who would take full advantage of this sticky situation I've placed myself in, I've fallen into your humble abode, the safety of others tucked neatly away at your mercy...".

Dreamer knew the woman couldn't possibly decipher his words truly to their meaning, and even if she would try she would get it wrong. Which, of course, was the point entirely.

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

“This isn’t my home,” Cailean points out first and foremost. The girl knits her brows and gives a wrinkle to her nose. Sure, she was dressed within the most simplistic of garb, and it was more than apparent by her lack of gems that she wasn’t necessarily financially sound. Though by no means did that mean she was simply going to settle in a single room shack. Though to be quite fair, she wasn’t so sure if she was offended by that assumption, after all, Cailean’s actual residence wasn’t much to look at, either.

She supposed a musty one roomed shack suited her, though.

“Since you are staying in my shop…” the girl begins, folding her hands upon her naked abdomen easily enough. Her blue eyes glance about, searching for her feathered companion for a brief moment, before finally deciding that if he wished to be found, he would. “And preventing any potential customers from entering,” she murmurs, pointing out the fact that he was, in theory, wasting her time and money.

“One could say you might owe me something?” she offered then, ever the extortionist. Though she left the payment up to his imagination, and simply lifted her shoulders passively.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer smiled as the girl proposed that he owed her something for using her shop as a hideout, and supposedly denying access to any potential customers. Dreamer resisted from stating the shop's already seemingly invisibility, due to its previous lack of any customers. Whatever the woman sold, embroidery possibly, today would not be her most profitable day. The nice guy that he is though, Dreamer put his hands up in defeat with a graceful smile. Reaching into his money pouch, Dreamer produced a gold piece and set it down for the woman to reach.

Closing his pouch and securing it tightly, Dreamer flashed his smile back at the woman as he asked, "So let me ask, because i cant seem to pinpoint the correct word for this transaction, was it extortion or blackmail?". Dreamer was using humor in attempt to soften the mood and keep the woman from throwing him out still, something he could not do at the moment.

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

Cailean’s shoulders lift in an almost luxurious sort of shrug, almost cat like in her movements; slow and disinterested. “Black mail. Technically,” the girl finally comes to reply after a short moment of consideration, “Though I’m not entirely opposed to extortion,” she comes to confess. Her brows lift, and the young girl offers an almost sly grin to the boy situated across from her.

She should truly offer his money back. She had no right to his money. Perhaps he was worse off than she was, though truth was, many of the folk her frequented her shop were, in fact, worse off than Cailean herself. One had to get by in any way they could manage, after all. So without hesitation the girl leans across the tabletop to pluck that goldpeice from the crooked bit of wood she called a table.

“So,” she begins, weighing the coin within her palm, if only briefly, “Since you seem to be caught here for a while. How about you tell me why the guards are really angry with you,” she proposes almost eagerly.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

"So many questions..." Dreamer said, "I'm really not that interesting, honestly". Dreamer kept his dazzling pearly whites trained on the women for a moment, until his eye began to hurt. He moved his hair aside quickly, an immediate reaction to pain, showing both of his eyes for a moment, before his hair fell back down to hide it. His hair had touched his eye as he blinked, causing the reaction. Not realizing his mistake, he kept on with the conversation.

"I am more interested in you of course, whom is this woman blackmailing me?" he said. He looked around the room again for a moment before training his eyes back on her, "...And what is it that you sell within this shop?".

[Cailean Aridia de Sable]

Her brows lift as she finds the conversation being turned upon herself. Truth be told she was none too comfortable with this fact. After all, Cailean had kept the conversation from herself for a reason. And that reason was, well… because she wasn’t the one who was out of place then and there. This was her shop, after all, and she belonged here. Whereas he was simply interrupting what could be considered her usual routine.

He was the hitch in her plans.

“Me?” she asks despite fully well understanding him. “Cailean,” she murmured, then, offering up her name, before lolling her head to peer upon his features, “Cailean Aridia de Sable, I sell… more of a service than anything else,” she confesses, “Though there are a few trinkets which can be bought here,” her shoulders lift, then, offering up naught but that cryptic sort of utterance.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

"Ohhhh mysterious," Dreamer said, acknowledging the cryptic words that Cailean provided. "What "Service" might you be provide?" He asked, his curiosity taking the bait. He looked at the moment up and down for a moment before dismissing his initial thought. He didn't like to think that nice young women had to sell themselves, yet it was also a common fact. He himself had never enjoyed the pleasures of having a women in his bed, but he assumed it must be nice.

Shaking his head, Dreamer smiled again as he said playfully, "Let me guess...hmmm, Medicine woman? Or maybe a midwife? oh oh i know!" Dreamer said with mock excitement. His smile opened a little wider from the humor of the situation as he said,"...Witch".