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[FallenAngel]

Despite the lesser crowded streets than most cities he had been to, a sixteen year old elf had difficulty maneuvering his horse in between the citizens of WingSpire. His smooth face was blotched in some areas with dirt, a bruise here and there. His violet eyes were clouded over and weary.

The elven boy groaned when a large group of people had formed an impossible blockade. The noise was deafaning. Owners of booths screamed their wares, people bartered... deafaning.

He wiped a hand wearily along his face, and then up through his hair. He really did not wish to get in a huge fight... he didn't want to draw attention to himself. He never really did.

Shea was drawn from his brainstorming on how to get past the blockade as a merchant called out to him.

"Oi! Kid, wouldn't you love to own a one-of-a-kind elven made sword? Fine steel, real gem in the hilt here, see?" A man held up a sword for Shea to see.

Shea cocked his head, dismounted and led his horse over to the merchant. "If it's one of a kind, then how come I've seen little kids running around with the same deal? If it's elven made, then how come I can see exactly how fake and plastic the steel is, how artificial the gem is?" Shea replied, calmly. His face was impassive as the merchant gaped, completely caught off-guard. Shea re-mounted and forced his way through the blockade, only to be stopped again by another mesh of people.

[BlackAngelYume]

How did she manage to get herself stuck in this?

Spectre stood and stared out at the busy street. She’d woken up late, as usual, and walked out into what was a quiet street the night before. That wasn’t so during the day, apparently, as the once void street was crowded with people and vendors.

She frowned. It was noisy, and she needed to get out of the doorway to the inn she stood in, but a wall of people stood in her way. She took a deep breath and plowed into the mass of people ahead of her. As much as she hated doing this, she didn’t mind large groups of people. People in mass like this usually didn’t notice her, which was nice. She couldn’t help looking the way she looked and having people always stare was irritating.

She was traveling with the wave of people quite nicely until they stopped. Standing still for so long, someone finally noticed her, “Hey! You there! With the white hair! Stop!”

Spectre swore under her breath. This man would probably wanted one of two things and she didn’t want to deal with either. Instead she lowered her head and tried to blend in with the crowd. This didn’t work, however, as she felt the hand of the man on her upper arm. Her hair had turned to a pale red, her eyes the same color as she looked to the man, yanking her arm away from him.

“Get your hands off me!”

Little did she know this little action would cause the crowd around her to move far away, creating a circle around the two to watch what would happen. Spectre looked to the ring of people around her, then back to the man that had grabbed her arm. He was much larger than her, and much dirtier. She could see two of what she assumed were his friends standing against the wall behind him.

“Oh, you got a little fire in you, huh?” he said, his teeth were just as dirty as the rest of him.

Spectre sneered at him, drawing the two fans from her sides and opening them, taking a battle stance. The man seemed startled by what she did, but it didn’t last long. He grinned and looked down at her, cracking his knuckles as his friends cheered him on.

“Well now, it looks like someone needs taught a lesson…” he said. Spectre just glared up at him, her hair slowly turning a brighter shade of red and her eyes changing to orange.

[FallenAngel]

Curious as to why the crowd had suddenly formed a ring around... something, Shea -once again- dismounted and pushed his way forward. Being not the tallest elf in the world, he had difficulty seeing over a few of the heads.

But in the center was a red-headed, orange-eyed woman, baring two white fans. With his eyesight, Shea noticed that the fans seemed to have razored edges. And the victim was merely grinning...

In his head swirled a debate: Step in, or let it alone? The woman looked like she could handle things well enough, but... He hissed out a sigh. Why must he be so... nice?

Shea took a bold step into the 'ring,' and pushed the man away. "What'd she ever do to you? Go on about your business." He only hoped that this didn't turn ugly...

[BlackAngelYume]

Spectre watched the elf walk into the ring. She watched him step up to the man before her and push him away. She sucked in a breath. She could handle herself, and this elf just made himself a target. Just had to have this happen on a day a good Samaritan was out and about. Her hair and eyes had started to dull as she watched him.

The man sneered at Shea, “Mind yer own business, elf!” He brought a fist up and Spectre let out a warning shout to the elf as the man brought the fist down at Shea’s head.

[FallenAngel]

With inhuman speed and strength, Shea caught the man's wrist and twisted, feeling tendons in the assaulter's wrist and arm strain. But it was nothing compared to what he'd seen other do... He held back a wry grin. "I would. I just don't like bums like you threatening women. It's pathetic. Pathetic." He emphasized the word before releasing the man. "Now be on your way, before I snap that wrist of yours in half."

Ooh, how he hated it when he interfered... but again, it was one of his flaws. Like he had pointed out, he didn't like seeing girls or women threatened. And, he tended to be a bit of a pushover, with his own conscience or other people. It was infuriating, to say the least.

[BlackAngelYume]

Spectre leapt forward when the man attacked Shea, her once dulling hair now a vibrant red, her eyes such a bright shade of orange that it looked as if embers sat in them. She paused when Shea caught the man’s wrist, to gauge her next action.

The man stared blankly at Shea, his mouth hanging open when the elf caught his wrist. It was what the elf said next that made his face turn a bright red and shout something incoherent, spit flying from his mouth.

The man wasn’t leaving like Shea told him too, Spectre could guess that much, he needed more prodding and she was intent on giving it to him. With another burst of speed, she rushed the man, bringing one of her fans up as she made her way to his back, bringing the fan down and across his back. She usually didn’t attack from the back, but going at him from the front put Shea in danger from her attacks, and she wasn’t about to hurt someone who just helped her. The man howled in pain and doubled over. Spectre moved to his front so that he could see her as she kicked him, hitting him under the chin and sending him flying back a few feet.

“Get out of here and don’t bother anymore women!” she shouted.

The man, deciding either that it wasn’t worth going after someone that fought back, or dealing with two opponents scrambled to his feet and ran back to his friends. The people around them went back to what they were doing, giving the two a bit more space then they had before.

Spectre looked to Shea and smiled, her hair and eyes back to their normal white and indigo respectively, “Thank you for that. It’s nice to know someone actually cares about a woman in distress.”

She flicked her wrists, closing the two fans in a quick movement and put them back at her sides, “My name’s Spectre, Spectre Frost. What’s yours?”

[FallenAngel]

Shea turned to Spectre, a pleasant smile on his face. "I'm Shea. Shea Dunwair," he paused, "I probably don't need to ask if you're okay."

His thoughts started to wander... and it didn't help matters that Spectre was attractive. Shea quickly put his mind back in it's place.

[BlackAngelYume]

“It’s nice to meet you, Shea. And yea, I’m fine, he wouldn’t have been able to do anything to me,” she stuck her tongue out playfully.

She looked around at the people around her when a thought struck her. She wondered if this elf would mind her company. She wasn’t going anywhere in particular and it wouldn’t hurt to have someone to talk to.

She looked back to Shea, “So at the risk of sounding pushy, you mind if I travel with you? I’m not going anywhere in particular and you seem kinda lonely.”

[FallenAngel]

Shea shrugged. "I wouldn't mind. And yes, you are right. I am a bit lonely." He continued his facade of pleasure when this thought turned up.

He had been lonely for quite some time, actually. Ever since he was seven. And the old man wasn't much of a companion or a friend. He had just been there. Someone to trust.

Shea whistled and Arsion came trotting throught the amoeba of people. His chestnut coat hadn't been properly cleaned in days, but still he shone with a wild glory. The horse looked at Spectre, and Shea wasn't sure if the horse would take to her. The animal had an uncanny ability to... find some sort of fault in a person. Shea was sure that Arsion had his moments with his master.

Arsion snorted and bobbed his head, pawing at the dirt road. He stuck his muzzle out towards Spectre. Not even two seconds had passed before Arsion shook his head and exhaled, content.

Shea could only blink. That was a first.

[BlackAngelYume]

Spectre smiled at Shea, her hair turning to a cheerful blonde and her eyes a bright blue, when he agreed to let her tag along. She hadn’t traveled with someone in a really long time; this should be fun.

She looked to Arsion when he trotted up to her. She watched the horse, hair and eyes shifting back to their normal color almost as fast as the prior change. When the horse showed his approval she smiled at him.

“What a beautiful horse,” she said, “What’s his name?”