Thread: Into the Dragon's Den(Traveler x Princess P)

Every leaf, every blade of grass, crawling bug, and floating wisp of pollen, was articulated in the evening air. The rays of the sun shot long fingers of soft light across the tree tops. Birds swirled below, catching a last bite before the sun's light was gone and the sky became the place of owls and bats. And dragons. Harlen was no stranger to magic, but he had been surprised at the magical elements contained in the helm. At least, in the ones that were obvious to him. His vision was as sharp as a hawk's. He could see details and distances that no human eye was designed to see. Thankfully, that skill did not extend to scent - he'd come across a fetid and maggot-ridden corpse early in his journey, with enough distance that he did not have to suffer the stench of putrid death. He'd become too familiar with that smell already, and his human senses could not discern human death with animal. It was all the same. It wasn't his hearing that first alerted him to the warrior's approach. It was the reflection in a sparrow's eye that showed a movement behind Harlen's silhouette. His shoulders tensed as he turned his head slightly, allowing his right ear to more clearly hear what was behind him. He didn't expect the voice of a woman. Huntsman? She sounded like a woman who already knew who she was addressing. Perhaps she wanted him to know that she was looking for him, or perhaps she was announcing herself to him. He couldn't imagine what a woman was doing out here, dressed in armor, with him . But then he remembered that the people of the Gold Coast Kingdoms were more... equalized than those in Eldron. The princess had brought her own horse, bow, and arrow, along with the keepers of her hunting falcon. Perhaps this woman was one of her entourage-? He turned the rest of the way. Under the shade of the helm he could see every detail of her, down to the pulse on her neck moving delicately, strongly, beneath the microscopic soft blond hairs that sprinkled across her skin. It seemed wrong to be looking at her so intimately from the distance where she stood he could only glean that she was hesitant to approach, and for good reason. But she was a lady, and to stand there, head covered and silent, when she had called out to him, was rude. Courtly manners won out. He reached up and pulled off the helm, then held it in the crook of his arm the way his mentor had done so often. I am. His pale blue eyes roved over her armor. She was comely. Her attire was roguish, yet she held her shoulders like one accustomed to being recognized. Her almost feline eyes were both strong and mischievous, and the tilt of her chin, though demure, gave him pause. There was something about her that stopped him from sending her away. There is nothing for you here, he said. Unless you bring a missive from the Magistrate, I have no use of any news you may bring... he narrowed his eyes. Her sword was not a mere decoration. The way she wore it and the way she stood told him that she was not a novice. Who are you? He felt as if something had happened in the tapestry of time. There was something about her appearance on the cliff side that was more than just coincidence. He choked down the echo of the Royal Knight's words make sure that he's dead too , that made it difficult for Harlen to be around others. Everyone was suspect. How did you find me?