(371) Figured Ithiel would notice the necklace quickly because he is a perceptive + attentive SCOUT THING, but he would be too sterpidz to actually recognize it (outside of being a man and paying no attention to WOMANLY ADORNMENTS). First paragraph = skip, just babble about how TALLLLLL Ithiel is. @_@
Ithiel is by me!
The grasses were not yet to their summer height, but already they provided good concealment for a foe without a horse. Ithiel, by contrast, stuck up sorely against the mostly flat ground, and would not be hidden even in the midst of the hot season. Though he hunkered over in the saddle somewhat, an awkward position exacerbated by the size of his horse, he was still tall. This tallness was an advantage and disadvantage both, particularly in land such as these marshes.
He gave a visible jerk as a canine suddenly stood. He saw only a pale white head and a loose cloak, and his hand was around his bow, two fingers around the end of an arrow in the nearby quiver, before he saw just how much of a coyote she was. His hand dropped, and he moved the horse toward her purposefully, reigning the eager roan in when they were near enough for him to be absolutely certain. She was a coyote, though perhaps queerly colored. Where his brother's coat was as pale as a silver moon, there were patches of coal and smoke in Aemon's coat, as well. All parts of this coyote's fur he could see were white, and there was a strange scent hanging about her, too.
You are in a dangerous area for a coyote, he remarked. She was a coyote, a woman, alone, and -- as far as he could see -- without a weapon; she deserved warning. Are you coming to Inferni? The question was mild enough, and he displayed little outward interest in this prospect. Recruits were nothing new to Ithiel, though encountering one while not actively patrolling one's borders might be out of the ordinary. His red eyes fell to her throat and spied the necklace there, though he gave it no more than a passing glance at first. Then, they were drawn back there a moment; again, he dismissed it, but found the thing would not leave his mind. The dusky man knew no symbolism behind the flower nor the coloring it bore, and it was meaningless to him -- he did not recognize it as anything he'd seen before. So why wouldn't it leave his mind?
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