The Guardian she found... [Britt and Northern]

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Mikasa was out by a lake, fishing with 2 men. Preferably her father and his friend. All the time she tagged along because she loved the outdoors much more then sitting in her home all day and waiting for her father to get home. Sure, she was 20 and could do what she wanted. But she still listened to her dad as if she was a teenager again. Ever since the loss of her mother, she changed from a happy and cheerful girl to a woman who rarely used her emotions and rarely spoke. The only times she would answer is if it was really needed.


As soon as the fish bucket was full, her father and his friend started to pack up, while Mikasa looked out at the lake. Loving how the light reflected off of the surface.


"Mikasa, come on. We cant be long. It's going to be dark soon and it looks like its going to rain."


Mikasa turned around, looking towards her father with a nod "Alright."


All 3 of them walked away from the lake. Thoughts went through her head about her mother. Missing her dearly. Wondering what she could have done to prevent her from dying. If only I was stronger to save her. Or to at least protect her. But as a child..its so hard to feel confident and strong. You just feel weak. Not able to do some things right. Being deep in her thoughts caused Mikasa to get lost in the woods. Her feet slowed down to a stop, looking around. Her grey eyes scanning the area, wondering where her father had gone. Where did he...? Was all she could ask herself.


Then she started wondering a different way, feeling the light drizzle of rain hit her face. It got darker and darker, to the point where only light would save her. And thats what happened. She spotted a soft light not too far in the distance and she jogged over as the rain poured down. Mikasa thought that maybe it was a small town. But once she got close enough, it was a cabin that had a small clearing around it. At least I found someone. Her feet began to bring her towards the cabin and to the door. She lifted her hand and knocked on the door softly. But loud enough to be heard.
 
As the knock on the door Ireth turned from his work to cautiously approach. He didn't normally get visitors. He never got visitors, ever. SO of course he assumed it was some sort of attacker. Though why would an attacker knock? Either way, Ireth pulled a knife from his belt and held it with one hand as the other pulled opened the door.


Of all the things Ireth had been expecting, he hadn't expected there to be a young lady standing at his door. A slightly damp young lady at that. He looked past her and quickly scanned the clearing for any other signs of life. There were none and so Ireth looked back at the girl who stood before him, silent for a moment before speaking.


"You're lost aren't you?"


((Apologizes for taking so long and having such a short post, havin' a bit of writers block today.))
 
Mikasa was about to turn and walk off until the door opened, revealing a young and tall man. She didnt react much to the knife that was in his hand. If he was going to stab her, he wouldnt have asked if she was lost. Slowly, she nodded "Yes, I am." to her, he didnt seem much like a threat. More like looking like he wanted to help her out. "I have traveled longer then I had thought. Seeing as it is raining and dark outside." her voice was calm, and her face was expressionless. It was hard to even tell what she was thinking.


The rain fell a bit more harder now, soaking her hair and having some water fall down her face as if she was crying. But that wasnt the case "May I come in?" the rain was starting to get to her. Causing her to feel her skin get cold as if she was out in the cold snow without a coat on.
 
"Of course," Ireth replied and nodded, taking a step back so he could open the door all the way. He closed it behind Mikasa and unconsciously wiped his hand against the hem of his shirt as he tucked his knife away.


"Got a dry off by the fire. Is there I can get you?" He asked, the soft beginnings of a smile on his face. Elves had a bit of a complex when it came to hospitality. They were known to be exceptionally kind to the weary traveler; even with Ireth's lack of contact with other elves he had yet to shake the friendliness.
 
Mikasa stepped in, making her way to the fireplace and sitting next to it. She didnt dare sit on the furniture because she would only get it wet and she was sure that the man wouldnt want anything to clean up. "No, I'm okay for now." she said, moving some of her hair from her face. Seeing as he was stuck to her face "Thank you for letting me inside."


She really wasnt much of a talker, but she needed to be for this man. So he wouldnt be suspecious about her. Everyone back at her town were always wary of her because no one knew what she could be up to. Some were even frightened of her. But very little people looked up to her. Finding it amazing how she could cloak her emotions and make her face so expressionless. "If I am any type of Inconvience, please, do tell me."
 
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Ireth shook his head and clicked his tongue is soft disapproval.


"Don't fret, the company will be nice anyway." He replied, "Now, if you'll excuse me. I've got a stew in the kitchen I need to keep an eye on." He continued before stepping into the kitchen area and returning to his work cooking. Though now he has two people to feed instead of just himself.


It is a nice change, Ireth decides as he pulls out a second bowl and set of silverware to set out at the table.
 
Mikasa looked at the fire, watching the orange flames dance about. It seemed that she was just drowned in the flames. Feeling the warmth of it.. This caused her to go back into her deep thoughts. Memories of sitting by the fire with her mom and doing some..ebroadering? Something like that. And Mikasa loved it so much. SHe still does, but she just doesnt work with it as much as she used to. Missing to do it with her mom so she could point out the wrongs Mikasa did and fix them for her.


She snapped out of her thoughts and looked towards the kitchen. Where the brown-haired male was putting stew into 2 bowls. He had already set the table as well. Mikasa felt bad that he had to do this on his own. So she rose to her feet, feeling her body mostly dry. Still damp along with her hair. And to be respectful, she took off her boots and picked them up, bringing them to the side of the door and put them there before making her way to the kitchen, watching him "Whats in it?" she asked 
hello? o: @NorthernBard
 
((Apologizes for taking so long to get a post up. I though I made a post Thursday, but I guess it never showed up.))


Ireth turned at the sound of Mikasa's voice and offered a little smile as he ladled stew into the second bowl.


"It's a stew, chicken and a vegetable mix to be more specific. With rye bread." He responded, setting the bowl down on the table and pulling out one of the chairs. "Here, take a seat. It tastes the best while its still warm." He continued, settling in the other seat as he did so.
 
(*huggles* its okay)


Mikasa nodded slowly, accepting what had been in it. What he had done was not expected. He actually pulled out the chair for her. Slowly, she made her way over. But she wasnt too slow. Mikasa slid onto the chair and she pulled herself closer and she looked at Ireth before looking at the stew once more. It did look good. As well as smelled good "It smells amazing.." she informed him before picking up the silver spoon and putting it into the stew and lifting it back up with the broth on it. She lifted it to her mouth and drank it. By the look on her face, she loved it.
 
Ireth grinned a little at the compliment of his stew. "Thank you," he replied, taking his own spoon in hand and eating. For a moment he paused in his slow eating to watch Mikasa eat her first spoonful. When he saw the expression on her face he grinned a little bit and gave a soft little laugh before setting his spoon down and speaking.


"By the expression on your face can I assume that you enjoy my cooking?" he asked.
 
Mikasa's eyes sparkled as she looked at Ireth. She nodded "I do. Its something I have never tasted before Especially back at home." something was closed off inside her. Even if she was talking and using some emotion, most of it was blocked off. Causing her to be a tough shell to crack. She then continued on "I bet your mother tought you how to cook."
 
Ireth nodded, his smile fading just a little bit. "She did indeed," he gave a wistful smile as he continued. "My mother showed me a lot of things." he paused, memories of his family making his words catch in his throat. He swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment, attempting to put those memories away again.


((This is gonna be my last post for a couple of hours, just warnin' ya.))
 
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Mikasa studied him carefully. Obviously, something happened to her. Or the whole family but him. When he closed his eyes, she spoke softly "Im sorry that I had brought your mother up. But I do know how it feels to lose your mother..I lost my mother when I was young." something to relate to. Someone to relate to. Never did she relate to anyone.
 

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