The journey begins!!!

[Classy Womanizer]

He nodded and rested his tiny head against a near by tree, wrapping himself in his cloak. He found sleep to come easy, and with it the sicking sweet dreams that chased him like nightmares.

They clawed their way out from the depths, happy smiles all on hollow faces as their teeth seemed to wait mashing for his bones. But he still held a smile at their comedic features instead of their ominous meanings.

[Jessie]

As the Sprite curled up into that of dream land, the Prophet continued to sit in front of the fire, the flickering hues cast across his thin facial features creating a distortion between the shade and lightly placed rose of his skin. It was tedious to assume rather or not the man was asleep sitting up, his eyes sheltered by that of the blindfold, and his breathing continuing to hold a faint momentum.

Deep within thoughts, Ahlix pried deep at the wallowed cries Puck had expressed before falling victim to peace. Amongst his travels, he couldn't say that this was the first time hes' ran into a Sprite who sees their roots more of a curse than gift, but it was definitely one of the more explicit cases. Puck had craved a sense of something other than happiness, while any other person may crave exactly what he had, the lack of burden of other emotions. Then again, it was a mad world out there.

A light gust carried forth against the Kabal plains, the fire turning in elegant swirls as some of the ash lifted into sparks, fluttering onward into the horizon. Someone was accompanying them.

Over the shoulders of the Prophet, lilac painted petals curved against the wind, the small, flying textures of innocence bringing forth a new sense of welcome.

"Ah... My little Nightingale. What brings me the honor?" the Elf smiled, staring at the opposite side of the fire where the petals gathered, soon enough displaying that of a young woman, her figure clad in a maroon cloak, hiding all of her possible figure.

"I apologize for barging in at such a time, Prophet. I do seek that you forgive my intrusion later in the evening," the woman spoke softly, the fire spitting in reflection of her glassy, blue hues. "When I realized the seventh cycle was at hand, I remembered your travel, and wish to accompany you. I hear that the Lake of Mirrors is a great fertilizer for some of the best herbs, and the water itself, holds majestic qualities."

Shifting against the ground beneath him, the Elf motioned over to the sleeping man, "As you can see, I have extra company for my journey. If this will prose any issues, I will have to request that the Nightingale wait for the next cycle."

Crossed eyes peered over, a heavy sense of guilt falling into the womans' stomach, "Ah! I'm sorry, I did not notice... but, it is no issue for me. The more the merrier, is it?"

"Indeed it is. Though, it is better to say, in having rest makes a pleasant travel," Ahlix nodded, crooked smile still upon his lips as he insisted the Dissimulative to rest. Nodding, the woman curled into a ball of her own, wrapping her fragile figure in the overly large cloak.

The moon raised to its' peak, and later fell to its' leave as the night continued onward, Dusk on the brink as the flame was about to give out. Still, even past the hours of cricket chirps, Rocs calling out, and that of the wild creatures who roamed in the shadows, the tallish, Elvaan man sat, his posture crisp as he remained on guard, watching out for his company as they regained their energy.

[Classy Womanizer]

Puck woke and immediately sat up, needing to take no time to wake he scanned the are to find the prophet up and...a bundle...a female bundle!

"Oh my, hello there! i'm puck i travel with the Prophet! Whats your name! Why are you here? Wow your pretty! Can i touch your hair?" he asked excitedly, rapped firing questions at her a mile a minute. He never took in to thought she may still be tired or still sleeping, only that he had questions.

[Jessie]

As soon as the mornings' glow hit the back of the Prophet's head, he made quick work of putting out the rest of the lit ashes from the fire, a forceful blade of wind to cut out the connection of oxygen. Within seconds of the only chore that was in place, he continued to sit and await the others to waken, the Sprite being the first as his bouncy nature left no sleep in his eyes.

The vibrations through the ground and the wisp of wind mapping out every movement, the Elf pondered rather or not to halt Puck in his tracks when he fell captive of the womans' company. But that thought was easily pushed aside, a crooked smile stretching to that of a grin, zig-zagged fangs put on light display as the Prophet let fate play out its' roots.

The voice was like a blurred sound of rushing units to the woman as she peered her head out of the hood attached to the large cotton knit, hallow blue eyes narrowing upwards as she observed the short man. While she was never deemed to be that of a morning person (she blames this on her mother for harsh mornings that led to training before breakfast), the awakeness of the Sprite was rather startling, than appreciated.

". . . . .Nayi. Travel. Thank you. No."

Her voice was in a foul tone as sleep gleamed at the corners of her curved face, blacken bristles of her bangs displayed completely out of shape as half were pulled back by that of the hood, and the rest being that of bed-head.

"That there is dear Nightingale Nayi, young Starling," Ahlix then introduced, pointing a hand in the girls' direction, "She will be accompanying us to Sven in serve of some ingredients."

[Classy Womanizer]

Puck was almost vibrating with excitement, his sadness from the night before gone. At the woman's answers he had already lined up six more when the Prophet broke in and said her name and reason being here.

"speaking of Sven, Prophet, may we stop by my fathers? I have not seen him since the day i left. it would be great! His house is on the way to the Lake of Mirrors." he said smiling at the Prophet with his huge grin.

[Jessie]

Reaching to his feet, the Elf nodded, "Ah, Father Starling. All the more adventure to please, as long as it is on the way."

A low tone of grumbles and aches fell from the grounded girl as the two quickly discussed over the pit stop, slowly reaching to her feet before stretch upwards to the sky. During so, the cloak that was only tied by a lace around her hips, and the tie around her neck, fluttered open, exposing that of a slim figure who looked no older than 20, despite the two years over. Behind the hood was raven silk, stretching all the way down to the figures' hips, curved bangs hanging as low as her eyebrows, which beneath held sky-blue orbs, slowly drowning that of past-sleep.

Her peach tainted skin shined off the morning glow, the rays highlighting a side of her face with a light tint of yellow as she yawned, hovering a thin hand in front of her mouth before starting the day on a personal level.

"Puck, yeah? Or should I call you Starling?" Nayi questioned, the tone of her voice unamused, yet sarcastic.

"Still not of favor, Nightingale?" Ahlix followed, tilting his head in curiosity at the girl.

"Not that I don't enjoy the nicknames, Ahlix, but Starling? Really? You make him sound like some sort of a loud mouth." Well, at least in was a kind gesture, compared to her wake-up call. Though, Nayi had only accompanied the Sprite for a fair five minutes, compared to the hours that he had shared with the Prophet.

[Classy Womanizer]

"Oh i don't mind either! The prophet is really good at names and i think its funny caus i do tend to talk a lot, kind of like this time i met a mirror that talked back as if it was you! Except mine sounded like a woman and its mouth wasn't making the same shapes as mine but it was worth the forty coins! Yup, i've seen it all! I'm sure you've heard of me! I'm going to be the best bard there ever was!" He said talking very fast. He found the girl another interest, much like the prophet though she seemed to be a little angry, but that's OK.

He grabbed his pack and found that it had some sweet bread in it. Taking out a little he offered it to the prophet and the girl.

[Jessie]

Taken back by the outburst from the Sprite, Nayi physically took a step back, her expression twisting in a confused puzzle. Perhaps Starling was the accurate name for this one...

"A- Ah... I see..." she mentally waved at cautiously, trying to prompt a smile upon her cheeks before greeted by a portion of the bread. Hesitantly, she accepted the piece with both hands, staring at it as if it was something of trickery.

"Hah... I appreciate the words of praise," the Elf giggled, taking the bread in hand and taking a bite. Staring in Nayi's direction, he waved a wrist as if to motion onward, "Now, now, Nayi. Be a lady and eat. It's not every day you are gifted with free food."

Scarlet ran over the Porter's cheeks as she darted daggers at the Prophet for calling her out. The thoughts that the bread could hold some sort of power or story of its' own, compared to the mouth full Puck had already delivered, made her uneasy. But being called out, it was either to be rude, or to be risky.

Taking a breath, the small mouth nibbled into the crust of the bread, much like a wild rabbit in its portions as she observed with her tongue, the wheat and any other substance noticeable.

[Classy Womanizer]

Puck started walking with the Prophet as they made their way on. He watched the country side in silence, though his face still held its smile.

"Prophet, why do they call you prophet? Your smart and maybe omniscient, but you seem to not prophesies any thing? Seems like a proper prophet would prophesies?" he asked suddenly turning to him as they walked. He had been thinking about it for a while now and he wanted the prophets answer.

[Jessie]

The trio setting forth, it was only a few more meters before they would be in the Namos region. Uneasy, Nayi made sure she didn't stray afar from the Prophet and Puck, the Jungle terrain always more frightening as if she were to compare it to Eupeereeth's death wrenched scenery.

"Well, you see," the Porter began, taking Ahlix's silence as a hint towards conversation. He always seem to this to her, and no matter how much it irritated the woman, the man would never back down when it came to, as he would say, making people, better people. "Prophet, here, actually gained the title due to his senses. This blind man can sense out danger like a Mutt on blood, before even me or you can figure out what is going on. In a simple state, if he tells you to be careful, then you better keep your guard up."

While she didn't mean any pun or offensive terminology towards the Mutt comment, she looked towards the Elf to see the crooked smile still putting up a front. "It's not necessarily prophesing, but, close enough. You should watch him in a fight, it's quite remarkable."

"Battering me in compliments will get you nowhere, dearest Nayi," the Mutt snickered, moving a hand to his mouth, hiding his jagged teeth from his grin. "But you are correct Starling, I do not prophesize direct content, just as a bird doesn't sing without a reason. My talents go... beyond simple fortune telling."

[Classy Womanizer]

He nodded.

"I see so you are just good at sensing, interesting. I told a story to him about a bat once!" he then went into his bat story for the girl, rattling all the details off with excitement.

"and then i flung the trout and killed the spider!" he said laughing as if the whole thing was a big joke.

"What about you? What can you do?" he asked suddenly her giving her his big eyed stare, his eyes sparkling with fire.

[Jessie]

The Elf's features twitched at his cheeks at the remark, the statement in his mind as if the Sprite was disappointed or did not truly understand the powers the Prophet subdued. None the less, he kept quite, still smiling as he allowed the woman and smaller man discuss.

As Ahlix had heard the story before, Nayi was quite fascinated with the Sprite's tales, a curiosity burning in the back of her raven lock head as if any of the story was true or false. Though her childish side was reaching the best of her, highlighted orbs widening as she placed her fist up to her chin in glee.

"Whoa! Really?! That's amazing!" she lit up, the first impressions of her morning a thing of the past as she grew more and more attached to Puck's company.

"Oh... What do I do?" Nayi repeated, pointing a small finger at herself. "Oh, well, I'm an alchemist. I make potions and help the Imperial Guard at Kabal. I can also do this!"

Within moments, the girl twirled into an array of velvet lights, dispersing her frame into that of lilac rose petals that passed through the wild. Playfully, the petals circled around the two men as they continued to walk, almost as if the girl was dancing.

A light, sheltered giggle erupted from the majestic scene, as the petals traveled a few feet ahead before twirling back into a blinding light, the maroon cape and its' keeper back into a physical form.

[Classy Womanizer]

Pucks eyes where the size of dinner plates as he watched her fly around as petals. Her moving around them and giggling. Puck was shocked at how playful she had become to and that made him laugh as she danced around them. Once she finally was in front of them again as a full person he clapped like a mad man.

"A great trick AMAZING!" he cried "look what i can do!" he slowly built up a large ball of fire in his hand the turned and flung it at a tree, it hit it shattered like glass, pieces falling and turning to ash on the ground.

He then clapped his hands together and a large flaming dragon began to swim through the air, still connected to him by what looked like a chain to its neck. He smiled as the fire seemed to become alive in his eyes, watching it fly around.

[Jessie]

"Ack!" the girl shrieked, her first instincts telling her that fire in a forest never ended happily as she threw her hands above her head. As misleading as the Sprite had acted, the act of the ash falling like snow, not a lick of flame to touch that of the plant life, sent Nayi in a frenzy of glee. Squeals and emotion alike emitted from the squeaky vocals as she praise the shorter man in absolute amazement. "That was awesome!"

But the fun didn't stop there, as the Porter walked backwards, unable to take her eyes away from Puck as he clasped his hands together, a fiery dragon taking flight as if it was a kite. Another bundle of childish sounds made their way from the girl's form as she continued to observe, the fire reflecting from the skyline hues.

Snickering, the Elf waved a hand, a common gesture easily observed from the man as he spoke, "Ah, little hatchlings. Mind you we are nearing the base territory of the Jungle, careful shall we?"

While he didn't mind the extra company, Ahlix was not a fan of extra trouble. He could handle himself promptly in nearly any situation, but he wasn't a hero, and couldn't say he'd handle the same towards the two travelers.

[Classy Womanizer]

Puck looked over at the Prophet and stopped, there was something off...he could tell joy...something was off with the prophet. He walked over to the man and patted his arm.

"don't worry i'm good with my rapier, we can handle the forest." he sad with a smile and a reassuring pat on the arm. He then gave a wicked grin at Nayi. He walk back over to her and showed her other tricks like fire frogs or dancing fire people. all parlor trick he had mastered to make money.