Gilded Bay [m] Chapter ONE: Washed Out

A young lady turned around to face him and it was blatantly clear this was not Iaghe. Even before she turned around he knew, but to see her face solidified the matter. It wasn't only her appearance but her energy. It seemed to flow uncontrollably and slipped out at inopportune moments. 

When she shook out her coat Andr turned his head. An instinct to avoid getting the water droplets onto his face.

'Oh Shit' he heard, and before he could turn his head back to her she was on the ground. Tread marks and way her body lay suggested that she had fallen.

Andr closed the gap between them and knelt down to her level. "Are you alright Miss?" he asked with light concern. That was until she lifted her head and brushed a paw across her lower jaw. Red dyed her fur. Increasing his concern.

He was about to speak when she flustered over him and regarded herself as clumsy. But it was clear she was embarrassed as she could barely bring herself to meet his gaze. A flurry of comments and questions followed.

A passive request for a name.
A name of her own.
A hazy memory.
And unknown whereabouts.

When the flurry settled she lowered herself back down to the ground. Deliberately resting her chin into the snow.

Not having encountered someone in a while it was almost a shock to his system to be bombarded with such pleasantries, making him pause a moment before he was able to compose his thoughts. 

"Hello Fleurette. My name is Andromed Dorian" he introduced dipping his head and closing his eyes to bow before her. "Though you may call me Andr if you wish. I am a... I'm quite familiar with this region yes. Though I do not claim any particular part of it as my home at this time." at the conclusion of his intro he lifted his head to look at her again.

A small warm colored sunset against the winter snow. Her following question sounded as though she only knew sunny days.

'I'm so cold' It stung in his chest cold than a polar plunge "No. Just in winter. Though the season has only just begun... There are a few areas of respite. Please allow me to escort you someplace warmer" he offered. Though he truly wished she would accept.

"I'm sorry that I was not able to stop your fall..." as he said it, red snow slowly spread from under her muzzle. "If you will allow me, I'd like to take a closer look at your chin. I'm not a medic, but I'd like to examine your wound. Just to ensure it's nothing too sever... Only if you are comfortable with it that is."