Ears jerked upwards, "Locke?" letting her belly fall hard to the ground, she could feel the slime fresh from the trail of a snail or at least she was hoping a slug against the open mid rift, barely catching the thin dart shooting across the span of the area sinking hard into the tree away from her.
Seeming to take note of the sudden urgency, Locke body turned rigid slowly it began to turn right around as she was cursing quite foully. "Such a tongue for a young lady." he disapproved shaking his head, though his attention was hardly on her.
Daring to stand up, her fingers worked in the slime, mud and moss stopping to look upwards to the sentry bodies coming out of the forest like drones. Polished gleaming armour tarnished with speckles of mud, smudges of leaf strains only furthered to stain their usual regal appearance.
Guards. Pulling her lips tight together, Rhelic had little inclination to start worming around while the four of the massive beasts of men converged on them. The one who seemed to be the leader had waltz so calming over to the dart that had just been shot at them, pulling it out of the wood and waggled it around.
Locked adjusted the hat on his blonde hair, trying to look presentable. "That yours?" he pointed to the dart.
Piercing a dark glare to that of Locke, she even flinched! Locke laughed humbly, his hands expanding to show he meant no offensive, she lifted her brow to peer upwards to the looming men. More like drones than anything, none spoke but all were looking directly at Locke. Or staring through him, which she was not sure and wasn't keen on finding out. Guards and here weren't always on the best of terms, especially with her hired profession. It was best she stayed down here, with the bugs.
"Pardon my brashness good sir," Locke grinned slowly, letting the crooked smile spread to warm in his cheeks, "It's just... you nearly killed my escort here." Rhelic waved some in the dirt, cringing away when all of them peered at her at the same time. Talk about tremendously eerie! "Perhaps... is there something we can help with?"
A thick meaty hand jabbed out at Locke pointing directly between his eyes with a stabbing motion; "You, bird creature. We are looking for fugitives, have you seen a man and a woman scuttling in this forest."
If he wasn't sweating before, he was now and possibly thinking of wetting himself, Locke lifted his hands up in a defense swing trying to clear the air around him. "Only myself and Lady Windcall." oh he was going to use her surname now too, what sort of game was he trying to play! "We've only been out here looking for genus of some plant life, purely study I assure you, sir."
The man grunted hard in his throat, stuffing the dart down into his armor not really sure where it was going, his hand lifted again motioning for the other beasts of armour to move out. "It would be wise if you both retire back to whence you came. This area is under survey, if you are caught here again, the law will not be responsible for whatever outcome happens." he tipped his head some, "Good day sir, madam."
She sat straight up; "Did he just call me-" she felt his hands across her mouth, she hated it when he did that! Moving startling fast for short spurts, Locke laughed nervously.
"We will just do that sir, thank you sir. Good day sir." The leader of the quad again nodded, turned about face and walked back into the dense forest like a creature that had been born from the dark.
Shoving him away with a stern push, Rhelic wiped her palm across her face. "Don't touch me."
"Did you want to be killed today Lady Rhelic?" he dared to her pointing to where the men had disappeared. "They would have been happy to oblige."
Fingers flicked out to hit him in the center of his nose. "Don't. Touch. Me!" she punctuated every word making it more important than the last. "And hell, they would haven't thought twice to kill me if they had known you were having a assassin toting you around for your;" Fingers quoted, "Genus of Plant life. What a load of slag that was!"
Straightening himself as he didn't think about offering her a hand up, he cuffed off some dirt from his shoulder. "I do not have to disclose the real truth behind why we are out here those tin cans. What they don't know won't hurt them."
"Yeah but they'll hurt you next time." Giving herself a brunt push from the ground, wiggling her toes in the dirt again, fingers combed against the long white curtain of hair. "You heard what they said, they are looking for fugitives, we should make ourselves scarce."
Locke grinned genuinely, "I am harbouring a fugitive, what does it matter to me that they are combing the forest for another two? We have work to do here and I am not so concerned with leaving until I find what I need."
Huffing out a heated breath she shook her head idly, "You nearly wet your pants when they were here and now you're saying you're not afraid. Yeah okay, believable."
Wrinkling his nose at her, he rolled his eyes shortly after making a shooing motion at her. "Why don't you then play look out Lady Rhelic? Surely it could prove you some entertainment."
"Is that a suggestion or a an order?" she smirked trying him a little, not overly convinced he was wanting to send her off quite yet. But she could be wrong.
"Order." he lifted his brow daring her to dispute his words again. She thought about it carefully, she knew she could get some words in edge wise before he lost his temper but deciding with the latter, shoulders lifted to shrug. "Thank you, it should not be long."
"As long as I get paid, you can roll around in the dirt for all I care." Adjusting her jacket around her frame, her gaze closed walking along the spongy ground. "Just scream if you're in need."
