They had been walking for a while now having picked up the pace a while back. Perryn felt more comfortable lingering behind as she stared at Hasslets's golden locks. She tries not to linger on the intense reaction from before.
It was silly of her to ask such a question, to call them 'friends', she lacked any sort of close bond, close enough to call friendship but, she was pretty certain no 'friend' would leave, abandon the other in some unknown world.
She spares a glance towards him, he had a sort of languid expression, sometimes he would pause to openly stare at the fauna around him, almost as if in a deep trance, she guessed the books really were right about Fae, about their connection to the world around them.
He seemed to be in high spirits at the very least, a slight spring in his step, Perryn half expecting him to burst out into song again. Well then, Perryn wondered if the medicine was needed at this point, would human medicine even work on a Fae?
It would be easier to ask, yet she hesitates. His entire personality was like a whirlwind, it threw her off her feet, one moment he was as free as a bird, nary a care in the world, the next he was as if flame incarnate, wanting to swallow everything whole, she was not sure what would and would not offend him. Should she take a chance?
"Ah! Fair maiden, dost thou hear that?" Hasslet exclaims.
Perryn is pulled out of her thoughts as Hasslet quickly turns to her and reaches for her hand before she knows it, he is dragging her towards whatever sound he claims to have heard.
It is a pain to keep up, his legs far longer than hers, the world blurs around Perryn in a swirl of brown and green, by the time she can make out lights in the distance she is a panting mess.
Finally a good distance away from the town she uses what little strength she has left and yanks away from him.
"Is it commonplace among you Elves to drag your companions around like some doll?" She has to stop herself from hurling insults at him.
Hasslet giggles "Prithee forgive me fair maiden, mine excitement could not be restrained, 'tis been many moons since seeing thy kind."
Perryn could only stare in anger, the audacity.
She takes in deep breaths, trying to keep her emotions in check. It would not help in this situation, she looked up to the sky, it was sunset now, they had made it, finally.
Perryn walks past him, over in the distance she can make out lights, the faint sound of merriments and the smell of spices. She has to force herself from running straight for the town, first things first, clothes.
"Follow me, don't ask questions just…do as I say."
Hasslet laughs, something like bells, like chimes in the wind, he offers her a bow and says no more.
Perryn makes her way towards the town, however she sticks close to the edge, hoping to steal some clothes off a line. She felt bad about it but her comfort–and discernment–came first.
After some more searching and with some luck, she finds some. She and Hasslet hide behind a tree.
"Wait here, I'll be quick." She takes a look around, no sign of life, from the celebration she saw earlier it could be that the residents were all but lost in gaiety. Perryn makes a mad dash towards the clothes, grabs what she can and runs back for cover.
She leans against the tree, panting all this running, never again.
Hasslet is looking at her, a strange expression on his face.
"Thou did not pay for those, unless 'tis another tradition from thy kind?"
Perryn laughs uncontrollably, she slides to the ground, stolen clothes long forgotten, she wraps her arms around her stomach, tears welling up in her eyes, it takes a while to calm down.
"Ha! No it is not 'tradition' as you say, it is necessary though, I do not want to stand out, my clothes will give me away."
Hasslet crouches down to her level, he pokes and prods and the clothes,
"Quite dull, art thou sure of this? Thy clothes now art much better."
"I can't go around wearing this forever."
His ears droop a bit, disappointment clear on his face.
Perryn shakes her head, of course he would call them dull, he is decked in bright sparkly colours and ruffles, this must be a downgrade for him. The horror.
Perryn shakes her head, amused, she makes to stand, Hasslet immediately offering his hand.
What a gentleman, well gentleelf?
Up on her feet and with some dignity, she takes the clothes from Hasslet, eyeing them, she managed to grab some dark pants and a cloak two sizes bigger than her. Well, work with what's given.
"Turn around, I need to change."
Hasslet immediately listens, he takes it a step further and walks some paces away to give Perryn her privacy.
Perryn strips down to her, she lays all her jewellery carefully onto the pile of her bridal wear and begins to put on the stolen goods.
She's right about the cloak, it covers her whole body, almost like a knee-length dress, nothing to be done about it. The hood feels heavy against her head and she can barely make out what is in front of her. She pulls it back, surely the towns people aren't aware of what she looks like, she can play dumb if they begin to ask too much questions.
She gathers up her jewellery and shoves them into the pockets of her newly acquired pants, happy they came with pockets.
"You can look now."
Hasslet makes his was over to Perryn, his face marred by a frown,
"Quite a hideous outfit, 'tis not even thy size."
Perryn huffs "Well, it was the only thing I could find, we will have to make do with it"
She goes on to say "Do not worry, I'll make sure to buy you something colourful."
That improved his move as he gave Perryn a smile which could have rivaled the sun.
"Now, I need you to wait here, I'll be in and out as quick as a fox."
He looked like he wanted to argue, it was clear his curiosity was peaked due to the sounds of celebration from the town.
"If that be thy wish, here shall I remain."
Good, now to face the town.