06-23-2010, 04:41 PM
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no worries! and sorry for the short post :x
Nayati hadn't thought of anyone else being up so early and in the stables, and so his nose hadn't even thought to check for any scents other than that of grain, hay, and horses. The man was focused on picking up the objects that had been scattered around by the wind, so when the woman rushed over to him and spoke he jumped a little. Out of instinct, his hand reached to his chest for his hunting knife, but when her words processed in his mind he let his hand sink back down. Taking a deep breath he regained his composure, eyes blinking back at the interesting looking woman. "Oh, thank you. Sorry, you startled me," he said in case his actions had frightened her at all. She certainly seemed to be a bit nervous and he could only attribute that to himself.
The Utina picked up a few more things and put them back into their respective places before dusting his hands off and turning back to her. "I'm afraid we haven't met before. My name is Nayati Utina. I come from the original AniWaya tribe, as Dawali does." There was nothing about her that seemed familiar to him, so he felt safe in assuming that she hadn't ever been a part of the Great Tribe. Pale blue eyes scanned over the stables again. "We had quite the storm last night. The stable door is going to need repairing. Perhaps we could work on it together?" Nayati knew that he wouldn't be able to fix it by himself. He was no carpenter, after all.
Nayati hadn't thought of anyone else being up so early and in the stables, and so his nose hadn't even thought to check for any scents other than that of grain, hay, and horses. The man was focused on picking up the objects that had been scattered around by the wind, so when the woman rushed over to him and spoke he jumped a little. Out of instinct, his hand reached to his chest for his hunting knife, but when her words processed in his mind he let his hand sink back down. Taking a deep breath he regained his composure, eyes blinking back at the interesting looking woman. "Oh, thank you. Sorry, you startled me," he said in case his actions had frightened her at all. She certainly seemed to be a bit nervous and he could only attribute that to himself.
The Utina picked up a few more things and put them back into their respective places before dusting his hands off and turning back to her. "I'm afraid we haven't met before. My name is Nayati Utina. I come from the original AniWaya tribe, as Dawali does." There was nothing about her that seemed familiar to him, so he felt safe in assuming that she hadn't ever been a part of the Great Tribe. Pale blue eyes scanned over the stables again. "We had quite the storm last night. The stable door is going to need repairing. Perhaps we could work on it together?" Nayati knew that he wouldn't be able to fix it by himself. He was no carpenter, after all.
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