Sofya and Alex

Sofya: The women at the bar had been sipping on her irish whiskey with a single rock in the glass, for some time. Adorned in raven jeans that were similar to the paramedic crew, along with a grey stained muscle shirt. Combat boots she found in her travels, that were made for the military even though she never had the guts to join. She was already too mentally unstable, it was in her best interest not to add more. The glass was being held by both her pale hands tightly. It was the one thing that calmed her mind. Though shortly after she heard a whisper which caused her to flinch out of her thoughts. Looking around frantically, peach stained lips parted a little. Ice optics brightly shining underneath the light of the bar. Strands laying against her shoulders towards her breasts partly while the other was down against her spine. Once she shook her head thinking she was just hearing things, she went back to savoring her drink. "Maybe I'm just hearing stuff." Sofya mumbled to herself. Though after some time she decided to rise from her seat, after paying for her drink to go into town. It seemed at least like a nice little town. From what she saw of it. Being a human in a not so human place, it seemed a tad dangerous for her. Always to be safe then sorry. Having a bag on her hip that hung off her shoulder, the female took a few steady breaths in the cold air. Forgetting to grab a jacket but only having enough money for maybe a drink along with a bus ride where ever she needed/wanted to. She'd walk around with no real direction and kept silent trying not to draw attention to herself.


Alexander Hammond: Alex was not one to drink, nor was he one for being in such places. He often found himself walking the streets and paths at night to enjoy the fresh air and take in the moonlight. Seeing the lone woman walking around was equally strange but what made it weirder was that he could tell she was a normal human. Soon he moved her way, walking gently till he was right beside her. "Shouldn't you have a jacket?" Slowly he looked to her with a gentle smile before moving to take off his large coat and held it out for her. "Alexander Hammond, and rare to see a lady like yourself around here."

Sofya: The women flinched as the male approached her and offered her his jacket, which confused her. Why was he being so nice to her? Gulping softly and stopped dead in her tracks. Putting on the jacket and listened to him introduce himself. Nodding at him and uttered out, "S-Sofya Elliott" The cold started to suddenly go through her and looked down at the ground. Rubbing her arms she took a deep breath trying to stay warm now with the jacket. "T-Thank you..." Pausing and took note that he said it was rare to see a women like her around. "What do you mean by that out of curiosity?"

Alex: "Allow me to say that not everyone here is as they seem. Or as ordinary." With a wink a small squirrel poked out of his jacket and started angrily chittering. "Right.. Sorry forgot you were in there cheeks. My Familiar. His name is cheeks, lose cheese doodles and tummy scritches." Arms crossed behind it his back and now he was a bit more on view. Simple shoes and pants, standard t-shirt but the tribal runes tattooed on his arms and neck seemed off.

Sofya: She nodded at his words before gasping at the angry chattering. When she saw a little squirrel come out of his jacket, she looked at him softly. Seeing the tribal runes tattooed on his arms and neck, she slowly read them all out loud. Speaking in the language in which was scripted. When she realized she was speaking an old language, she turned away and looked in the distance shyly. "I-It's fine. He seems sweet when he isn't angry." Starting to walk off again and gripped her bag tightly. How lovely, only met the guy a few minutes ago and made a fool out of herself already.

Alex: He didn't let her get far. "How can you speak druid.." his gaze was very quizzical, very few alive could read let alone speak the language aloud. "Pardon me if I seem a bit more scary, I havent heard anyone but myself recite those words in... a long time. Where does one even go to learn how to read such a thing?" Now this got him curious, his circle always talked about naturals living in the world that would be found and trained in the ways, some who belonged to know circles and educated on the ways of nature but.

Sofya: She stopped dead in her tracks when he followed her and shook her head at his words. "Your not scary." She softly began before going in her bag and pulling out a book on druidic languages. "I was given this book, when I was little by a stranger. I told him I wanted something that would help me focus on others things than my family. So he gave me the book. I use to meet him in the park and he'd teach me the languages....that is till I was eight when my father found out." Gulping heavily and started walking again. Not wishing to remember how her father raped her on one of his drunken stoppers mixed with meth and how her mother never found out. "I'm sorry, I need to find somewhere warm. Its too cold out and there are too many things that could happen." Sofya called out. It was true this town was known for many things that went bump in the night.

Alex: A hand was placed on her shoulder to calm her down. Not so much using magic but getting a peak into her head. By the Elements it was a nightmare but... After recoiling back some, grabbing his hand. "I'm honestly impressed you are still alive my dear. This man, the one who taught you the language. Did he have any markings like my own?" A brow rose looking at her, a deep well of pain and suffering had grown inside her from what she had endured in life and Alex would be remiss and heartless not to try and offer aid. . . Hell it was Druids job to mean the bonds of nature and bring others closer to the warm embrace of the elements.

Sofya: As her hand was grabbed, she gasped before gulped hard. Pulling out a picture of her as a child and showed it to him. ( http://i.picpar.com/iYae.jpg ) Sofya nodded at his question. "The same exact ones. He taught me what they meant." She softly said before trying to push away from his grasp. She knew that he could see the pain she had been through and as much as she wanted help, she wasn't sure he could. Though when she realized what he meant by what he said, her eyes grew wide. Stopping herself from pushing and just stood there. "The...Alexander?" She soon started to remember the man who taught her when young.

Alex: He hurried after her. "Hold on, just because I don't remember doesn't mean I might not have taught you." Taking the picture from her, he chuckled. "Wow.. I cant believe I had this hair cut back then." A hand was placed on her back. "I The druid sleep can at times take away memories, refresh one's self if need be." His coat was thrown over her before sighing. "Now, stop moping, the path to being a druid is a long and hard one. If you wish to travel down it, self turmoil will end you more times than any foe be it man or beasts."