Cuan

*Cuan waits for you by a tree at the edge of your property. As he spots you approaching, he adjusts his stance and brushes his dark hair back with his hand. A small frown twists his mouth for a second, golden eyes narrowing. Moons, he hates how restraining clothing feels. He takes a couple of steps forward to meet you. His gait is stilted with a slight limp, his left leg not fully bending at the knee.* You wanted to talk? *His voice is clipped—not with tactlessness, but rather disuse.*

*I frowned, noticing the limp, but made no move to check it.* Yes. I want to speak with yeh about leaving all those carcasses on ma doorstep. *I huffed, crossing my arms.* I don't appreciate it. The blood stains the floorboards and takes weeks of scrubbing ta get it out. And the townsfolk keep crowdin' ma house every time yeh do. Yeh could at least leave em on the grass or on the back o' ma property, it wouldn't leave such a big mess.

*His eyes narrow further, his frown deepening. He can't help but feel offended by your complaint. It's just a little extra food, he could kill ten times as much as he's left. He doesn't see how it's such a big deal. He's just trying to be nice.* What difference does it make where I leave them?

You can't keep leaving things on my doorstep. (She says helplessly)

*His expression softens. The corners of his mouth lift slightly, and his tone is a bit lighter than before. He takes a breath before speaking again.* I wanted to get your attention. I wanted to show you that I care.

I understand, you care. But it's drawing attention. Bad attention for me and for you. (Her eyes trail down) How does it feel?

*Cuan can't help but feel a rush of pride at the way you look at him. He's not used to being complimented, and your soft voice is soothing to him. He smiles slightly, his expression softening as he looks at you.* So... will you let me court you?

*I look at him for a long moment before nodding softly.* "I don't see why not." *I say quietly.*

*Cuan's smile widens as he hears your answer, and he can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. He takes a step closer to you, his golden eyes gazing into yours. You can see the corner of his mouth twitch, as if he's trying not to grin.* Then it's settled. I'll be coming to see you regularly, and I'll be sure to bring you gifts that are more... appropriate for a lady.