"Cén cineál ainmhithe seo?" Miochnu thought as she was looking at the fur clad figure sitting hunched over the fire.Her bow readied, the sharp tip of the arrow smeared with the deadly poison she always carried in her pouch, nocked but not yet drawn, as she peered at the wide back of what seemed to be a very large man.
After having seen a thin pillar of smoke trailing through the air, appearing through the trees as it made its way into the sky, her interest had peaked and she had on silent feet made her way to the source of it.Now peering from behind a large rock.
Standing perfectly still, her small frame not moving an inch.Slender legs firmly planted on the soft, mossy ground which she was standing barefoot upon.Legs caressed half way to her knees by soft leathers, worked upon for many,many hours to create its softness before made into the loincloth she was wearing.The flat of her stomach connecting to a rounded chest,covered by more of the soft leather from an animal, sacrified for that purpose. Her chest rising and falling with each of her slow breaths, silently drawing in air, as she kept her gaze at the figure ahead of her.
Arms, matching the rest of her body with their slender built, still holding the bow at ready. Her small figure not making much of a struggle for anyone who would wish to attack her, the bow with its poisoned arrows being her only defense, part from the dagger at her side.Not made for the purpose of defense or attack, solely made to cut herbs and stems she might find useful in her remedies.One look at it, would most likely cause a merry laughter to erupt from an a possible attacker.
Rays from the sun falling through the leaves of the trees, hitting her copper coloured skin in patches as the branches of the large crowns slowly move in the summers breeze.Chestnut, tousled hair, moves slowly in it, as matching colored eyes studies the figure by the fire.
Startled as it suddenly turns its head, she draws the string of her bow back, feeling the tightness of it under her fingers while intently watching the figure, soon staring into the ferocious, dark eyes of a man.A very large man at that ,she noticed, as he pushes himself up by the knuckles of his hands to stand up.Unfolding his tall body for something that felt like forever before he stood before her, only a few yards away.His gaze steady and strong at hers, clearly showing this was not a man to be scared by anything, and especially not a puny little woman as he folded his burly arms over a wide, sculptured chest.
She stood silent for a long time, the toned muscle on her arm that drew the string back, not even wavering as she studied him.Not only tall, but large.Sturdy long legs, partially covered by the skins of his kilt, connecting to a well worked torso.Not as visible under the same looking hides as the kilt, but enough for one to notice a glimpse of a well toned pecks, hidden under tight skin, almost the color of her own, just a tint ligther.Muscles bulging at his upper arms as he had folded them over a broad chest.Sending her gaze upwards she looked straight into a face highlighted by a midnight black goatee around his mouth, lips seriously drawn into a straight line as he lazily watched her.Eyes dark, shining with pride and ferosiousness , almost in a cocky manner, telling the world this man was very sureof him self. The black strands om his head hanging towards his shoulders, unkept and in need of a wash, just as her own.Drawing her gaze back down again, stopping at his waist, carrying a skull on a leather strap.Not being one turned away by old bones she sets her gaze back at his eyes once more, still keeping her silence.
"Níos fearr duit a bheith sásta é a úsáid go bow nó leag sé síos" he suddenly said. Speaking her own tongue to her had surprised her for a moment, catching her off guard.His eyes almost looking amused for moment before returning to lazily look at her. Knowing that he had not given her a choice really, merely stating, without even saying it, that her bow pointing at him did not scare him in the least.Immediately irritated by his attitude she let the string go, watching the arrow fly through the air to go where she wanted it to go, firmly burrowing itself into the ground before his feet, swaying back and forth, in almost a teasing manner.Lowering her bow to the ground she watched him, her gaze not faltering even as she saw the anger swiftly arise in his eyes as he had bent over and picked up the arrow, breaking it in several pieces before throwing it back on the ground. " Next time, be prepared to kill me, or I will kill you".
Turning back around he had simply said "Más mian leat, a thagann roinnt mo tine" and had set back down again by the fire he had invited her to come sit at, his back once more at her.Surprised by this sudden change in temper, she had hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, to quietly kneel across the fire from him, her bow safely tucked away by her side, again thinking " What kind of beast is this?"
