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Neza	"It would do well to cover yourself." Some distance from Great Forks, Neza returns her hat to her head, encloses herself in her body length cloak, and lifts the high stiff collar to hide her appearance. But that leaves the woman to look Frost over for a long moment before adding. "However you can. It is better to be seen as human within the grounds of Great Forks. It is not so much for the Hunt, but it makes things easier." Despite the amount of clothing and covering, it all stays relatively still when Neza walks, as she has a distant grace that makes it look floating just over the ground. "Do you have everything you need? I was not expecting you to be so. . .receptive of my employer's request."
Hoarfrost	"I don't suppose I could just pose as an unusual horse?" The Unicorn-taur considers the town and the lack of covering for a moment considering her situation for a moment. The only thing she has with her is the saddle bags full of her research to the point of almost bursting. "I have been away for a long time I almost forgot I would need to hide." She sighs wrapping here arms bout herself looking disappointed though not particularly put out. With a soft glow of silver her bottom half transforms molding into the front leaving her a much more average human. A short five foot two with rather drab but comfortable clothes. The saddlebag is slung over her shoulder though she is seeming to have a much harder time of carrying it now. "Well the first step in getting people to stop attacking the beasts they see as monsters is to educate them. Your Scholar feels the same?"
Neza	Neza's hat tilting is the clearest sign of emotion from her when the tauric woman is suddenly a good deal shorter than before, or Neza herself for that matter. "If you wish to pass me some of those, I was not expecting you to be so. . .tiny." She clears her throat and a clawed hand comes from within the cloak to offer forward assistance. "My scholar is someone whose appetites for curiosity outweighs his prejudices." she clarifies. "Pardon me if I suggest that your thoughts are well meaning, but naive. Most humanity will take your assistance, but once you are alone with them, then you become the enemy."
Hoarfrost	Hoarfrost's cheeks visibly turn a soft shade of pink at the comment. The difference of height causing her to almost be hidden under her long white hair. "I didn't really change proportionally, its just the horse parts are bigger ..." struggling against the weight of the book and giving a bit more timid nod. "Yes, I could actually use a hand." Setting the packs down as she begins to sort through the lot to see how she will re-organize her things. Passing a rather hefty home-bound leather tome up that looks rather like it is going to start shedding pages at any moment. "Oh I've never minded playing the part of the monster, as long as the animals and people are safe. In my experience man's bonds seem strongest when they are united in fear of something anyway. In some ways it brings them together." Its said so matter of factly, and with an oddly cheery tone as she works. If she wasn't so small and still blushing a bit she might have come off a bit ominous
Neza	The books do not have quite the same weighing effect on Neza. Though she pauses at the loose-leaf condition the big one is in. "Maybe a bookbinder is in order," she remarks dryly, pulling the tome back underneath her cloak. She remains a tall figure, slightly looming over the small Lunar. It comes with a touch of protectiveness, the mercenary's instinct from a life of being the pointy bit protecting the hapless traveler. And besides, the little one was interesting. "Something I'm familiar with," Neza replies, "Is the short life of good will from the crowds. Still," she pauses and turns away before looking back at the organizing woman. "Their jade is good and so long as they don't look at me directly, they don't bother to be insulting."
Hoarfrost	The saddle bags look practically relieved to be divested of some of their burden. Hoarfrost still carries the bulk of the load none the less. "I would love to go to one ... " voice almost dreamy at the though but she shakes her head. "What little jade I have to my name are better spent on medicine and supplies. Bookbinders would be a luxury" Said as though she needs to remind herself more than anything. Not at all seeming to mind the looming she seems to enjoy to keep close and hide in Neza's imposing shadow. Following now that they seem to be ready for the crowds of Forks itself. "I'm sorry you have to constantly deal with that level of antagonism." Placing her hand softly against Neza's arm. "I know playing the monster is not fun ... especially when you can't turn it off."
Neza	A bit of eye visible behind the bead curtain of her hat is just enough to show the curious bafflement at Frost's apparent interest in a binder's shop. At least the following talk of lacking funds is something more in Neza's territory. "What sort of supplies would you need?" she asks, curious. She did, after all, presume this person simply survived off the land being so remote. The walking is easy. Roads are well trod on the way to Great Forks. But she is finding it curious at the girl's seeming insistence on staying close at hand. And then touching. It gets a small questioning hum from Neza, and she considers the statement for a silent moment. "It is nothing to be sorry for. The scar of my mistakes. If it were an eye or an ear, I would have drinks passed for it." "I have had others offer a cleansing," she adds, almost too quickly. "It is quite fine. Honestly, I don't think most of these folk would understand what a monster is." The smirk Neza starts to get is almost audible behind her veil and collar. "Why, do you find me monstrous?" she asks. Time brings a comfort that Neza needs to become more of the woman she was before her run in with the Faerie.
Hoarfrost	Hoarfrost thinks for a long moment considering the question deeper than it seems to have any need to. "Proper glue?" she says at last. "I'm no alchemist I've never been able to get that to turn out. I can make string from gut but without good glue the spines will always begin to shred." Eyes distant with a full imagination, as if she where binding the books back into her forest. "Not at all. I think your be-" She shakes her head perhaps taking the statement a bit more seriously than it was meant and blushing again as she stutters a bit. "-w-well look how I spend most of my time." Making a gesture from her bottom to imply the missing bits of horse chuckling softly. "No I just meant I can turn human, I can hide from their ... you know." Giving a shrug and looking down to the road they walk on. "You can't just take a vacation from it for a day and that I can't imagine." She glances back up with a hard to read expression, still keeping close.
Neza	"Understandable," Neza admits. She supposes that after all, some things cannot easily be made on one's own. "And not scrolls in wooden containers?" she asks. Paper organization was never an aspect within Neza's life, her curiosity might be distant sounding and aloof, but it's genuine curiosity. She's stuck beside herself at the near statement. And gives a thoughtful, low and long hum. "Their judgment?" she asks. "It grows tedious. It's also bad for business. Though it may be I should move on from plying my arms so close to the Realm." It's another moment of awkward pausing. "What were you going to say?" she asks, lifting her head in a way that some beads drop away from hiding part of her face and her discerning eye.
Hoarfrost	"Scrolls are very inefficient space wise but worse they stress the paper every time you unroll them. Meaning highly referenced data becomes the most likely data to be damaged." The lunar mimics the motion of rolling and unrolling the scroll again and again. Her passion for the subject likely keeping her from even recognizing the aloof earnest or not. Happy enough just to be asked about one of her passions. The pleasant conversation on books gives way to the heavier topic at hand. Nodding at the confirmation of 'judgment' and wilting just a little bit. "I would understand if you did, but I would be sad to see you leave Neza. I ... I have some friends that are more comfortable with beastmen than your average mortal. If you are looking for work perhaps I could point them your way? They always need a good sword." Voice filling up with a bit of hope as the idea comes to her. Blushing again as she has been found out. Toying with her hair in nervous habit. "Beautiful." She says softly at last knowing she is a horrible liar. It causes her to look up again and she gasps seeing the tear.
Neza	"I prefer the spear. It was more useful on the rivers I grew up on," Neza says, off hand indulging in the chance to talk of her own professional interests. "I've never been in many, or any, libraries. That I can read at all is due to contract needs and those don't take up more than a scroll." She's smiling behind her bead veil. And offers a laugh. "More than a few times I was paid to skewer them, and now I should count blessings I am only one of them rather than nothing but a creature." Something moves under her cloak before she adds, "Thank you. It isn't often I get complimented anymore. More common when I could show myself. They all liked to look at me, then." She laughs now, happy with herself. "I would not mind if you did that. I have met a few more open to my appearance. It is appreciable." She fluffs out her cloak. "It is also terribly annoyance to dance with this thing on."
Hoarfrost	"Ah- I meant sword more metaphorically, though I admit I have about as much experience with weapons as you have in libraries. It would be blind luck if I could tell them apart." Smile warm, just as exited to talk about the other's interests as her own. "I imagine it was for the reach afforded by the shaft? Why is that applicable to river combat?" equally as curious about the reasoning. The comment on beast folk doesn't seem to bother her much, or at least not outwardly. The sound of the smile in her worlds are heard even if not seen "You are very welcome." Eyes shining with an earnest joy up at the veiled friend. "Your strong and not just in arm and body. I'll make sure to let my friends know of you and your skills." %R Pausing for a moment in her walk into the town she suddenly skips ahead and turns to face Neza. "You dance?" she says with a youthful excitement. "I haven't gotten to dance in ..." she can't seem to recall the last time simply barreling on "We should find a place we can let loose. After all this sad stuff I think we have earned it."
Neza	"Oh yes!" Neza answers, "After a leg, the band and I would find whatever hole would take us and drink, sing and dance them out of reserves for a week." She bounces her heel and from under her cloak comes a small tinkling of chimes from the anklet she wears high on her heel. "Essen. Quo Fa. Cotina. Everyone. It's been a long time for myself, too." She hums. "Though there was that man. He was a wonderful partner. Mountain of a man. Touched by the moon. I've not gotten to dance like that in so long." A pause. "It was a fight. In the arena." Words tumble quickly. "Do not think I mean something else. My spear work is one with my dancing. I am talking too much and will cease."
Hoarfrost	Hoarfrost says, "Your band must have been something to see. It almost sounds like something out of a book." She muses rebering a few tales of band of brothers blazing a trail on bigger and bigger adventure. Then even bigger drinking. "I assume you mean a bar. I've ... never been. Though I suppose that is not too surprising." Looking up a bit confused not sure what to make of the outburst. It was perhaps the most emotion she has seen from the mostly reserved woman "Mountain of a man? You have mentioned him before I think." Hoarfrost considers for a moment "You where fighting together? Was it sparing?" not sure why herself why she suddenly extra curious about this. "He sees to have you flustered.""
Neza	"Against one another. In the arena, here," Neza says. "But I'm just wanting to make it clear there is nothing untoward. I wouldn't want you thinking wrongly. It was," and she holds and quiets again, looking at the looming city beginning to crest over the surrounding forests and the fits and starts of outskirts. "I needed to be reminded of who I was, and am. I'm not often pushed to the limits of my skill." She shakes her head to ensure she is fully hidden. "There will be crowds. You can hold on if it will make you feel safer," she once more starts to adopt the more distant and soft way of speaking. "Like him, you seem comfortable with my appearance. And not overly so as some others have been."
Hoarfrost	Hoarfrost tilts her head. A feeling she is unfamiliar with scratching at the back of her head. "In the arena I hope not." Grin turning a bit more mischievous. "I've danced with friends in the festivals ... even if your not meant to be, the feeling of finding someone that inspires you to loose yourself to the beat is a powerful feeling." Her pacing has her return to Neza's shadow. Hand taking a firm grasp of the mercenaries' cloak, or hand if she thinks she could find it. "I will try to stay close. I'm really not accustom to these kinds of places. I will try to resist the urge to become a Uncorn and simply plow my way through."
Neza	"Meant to be?" Neza questions. She just as quickly switches from musing to dismissing as a failed grab or two ends with a moving and the awkward reality of Hoarfrost gripping onto Neza's fingers through the thickness of a body concealing coat. Though Neza makes no motion to prevent the hold, just a small exhalation that might be interpreted as a laugh, or some off hand breath held for a moment of confusion shifting toward acceptance of what has occurred. "It would not be the strangest," Neza admits, recounting some of the oddity she has seen in Great Forks. "And it may be amusing, but until you meet my current employer and he is satisfied I finally found something of interest, I would prefer it if you held on and stuck close." "Afterwards, I can consider keeping you safe from yourself." A beat. "At cost."