Strange Meetings [Tai/Private]

Across the way of the gentle flow of water stood a single man seemingly staring into the clear pool of water and waited for something. Zeraldin had been hunting for food or more specifically fish so he could make himself some lunch. Staying in a nearby cave not to far from the river itself all would be peaceful as he lunged his right arm into the waters and caught a fish and quickly stuck a stick through it to make sure it stays. It wasn't a good living but to him it was better than nothing and he was used to actually hunting for his food so he was happier this way. For now he would have a total of five fish which was enough to sustain him until he traveled to the next area, and with a blank loo on his face he would slowly begin to scale and clean the fish and soon after he would create the fire and allow the fish to cook while he relaxed on a tree.

As the fish began to cook Zeraldin would slowly relax and allow himself to be submersed in the arms of the nature around him, the sounds of the bird and water calming the maelstrom in his mind and allowed peace to slowly flow in. Along with the smell of the cooking fish everything was to Zera's liking until softly he could hear the footsteps of another, but to whom did these sounds belong to. Not of an animal for they were both soft and balanced, now he would open his eyes slowly as the yellow hues came about a man sitting something in front of him.

His defensive instincts began to kick in as he reached for the lance beside him, but his nose began to pick up on the things that were encased in the basked and for this small moment he would let down his guard and return his hands to underneath his cloak. This was something or rather someone he wasn't familiar with as he wasn't a human or any human he had never seen.


There would be silence between the two for a long moment before Zeraldin crossed his legs under his cloak and nodded," Sure...Tai," this was another new thing to him seeing as since he had first came here no one had bothered to give him food, so for this one moment he would speak to this stranger. He wasn't going to openly place his hand into the basket because it wasn't his and even if he spent most of his life in the wild he would still hold some form of manners. Silently he would wait for the man to pull out the contents of the basket and then he would go to examine each piece of food before eating.