Eiyuu Kishi Den

Amara nodded to Thalia as she left. The mage picked up her next sandwhich and started to eat it. The girl looked at Jeren as she swallowed the food that was in her mouth. "Is your hair hard to comb or brush?" She asked as she stared at it. She placed another sausage in her mouth as she waited for him to answer.

"Though I know not what goes on at the vanity mirror in the den of a woman, it can become difficult," Jeren replied. "Between the speed of flight and the winds of the upper airs, little is left to be desired for a fashionable style."

Amara ate her last sausage as she listen to the man. The girl swallowed it and think, then finally said, "Well, I guess I will have to keep combing and brushing it then." The mage giggled softly as she rubbed her stomach. "I'm full now," she said looking down at the half-eaten sandwhich. She placed the plate to the side, dig her bag and took out a napkin, and then she wipe her hands and mouth. "You ready for me to take care of your hair?" The mage asked as she looked at him.

"My scalp is in your hands," Jeren said with a charming smile. Hopping up in his chair, he slid it up next to Amara's and sat back down. "I am at your mercy."

Amara smiled at Jeren as he came next to her. She took out a green comb and brush then started to comb the man's hair softly. It was in mess, but she could handle it. The mage slowly comb through the knots, trying to avoid hurting his head. "Tell me if I am pulling to hard," the girl said as she continued.

"I should think that such a kind lady as you could never manage to inflict any harm upon- Ow!" Jeren yelped, punctuating his sentence. "Perhaps my confidence in my own pain tolerance was a bit flighty."

Amara quickly drop the comb as she heard the man yelped. "I am sorry. I am so sorry. Please forgive me?" She said with tears in her eyes. The girl didn't get to hear what else he said since she was trying to apologized. She took a hold of the comb and started to do it once again.

Jeren laughed. "Do not worry, fair maiden," Jeren said in a mock theater voice. "For I am a man of courage!" Jeren let her go on without interruption from that point.

Thalia returned downstairs with a sleepy looking Gregory in tow. Seeing Amara combing Jeren's hair, she smiled to herself at the sweet gesture. The mage was certainly a kind hearted person. Even Thalia was suspecting that this Nat fellow had taken advantage of her, and it broke her heart to think of him being so cruel. When they found this man, it would be in his best interests if he was really in Moss with his sick mother. The priestess and her guardian went to the bar and requested breakfast from the innkeeper, then joined Amara and Jeren at the table.

"Well, isn't this a sight to catch a knight errant in?" Jeren asked Thalia with a smile. "I hope you think no less of me for such a state." To Jeren everything seemed to be a joke or a smart comment. His every attempt was to create a smile.

"Not at all," Thalia replied with a grin. As a barmaid brought over breakfast for Thalia and Gregory, the priestess realized that Jeren had mentioned he was a 'knight errant'. "Wait...I though you said you weren't a knight?" she asked, though perhaps she misinterpreted what he said the day before about who could ride dragons.

Jeren smiled, though the curl was uncertain. "You might consider me a free knight at this juncture of my life, madame."

Amara listened to Jeren and Thalia as they spoke. The conversation was getting interesting as they continued. She path the rider’s hair and combed down the half that was finish or at least much more better comb than the other half. The girl watched the rider’s scalp and saw that it need to be wash, properly. She also saw a little bit of blood. “Dry,” she said softly as she went to the other half and started to comb out the knots.

Alera Tai'var wrote:Jeren smiled, though the curl was uncertain. "You might consider me a free knight at this juncture of my life, madame."

Thalia smiled, she supposed it wasn't really any of her business. "I see," she said. "I can't really see a man like you conforming to knighthood either. You strike me as a... free spirit, I suppose. Though the chivalry of a knight has certainly rubbed off on you."

"Hah!" Jeren said, letting out a hearty laugh. "It is no knighthood that can tame one such as I. There is but one thing that can turn the tide of restless youth: a woman."