Through the looking glass: An Alt and/or main talking to an alt/main thread

... Somewhere Near Tanglehaven ...

The stab wounds were healed up, as was his broken rib.. Gloo no longer seen reason to stay cooped up in town. In the last few days, he had actually started to venture around to other places... More specifically, over to Velyn Harbor.. Had exercised one of his main talents and then sought out a fence to deal with it.

After that, he had planned to just go back to town, maybe have a drink and then go for a walk... But he was approached by a certain red haired girl.. And now.. Now he was up to his neck in water, swimming, just a bit away from a waterfall.

Along the shoreline, a teenager would be found. Her feet in the water.. She couldn't get in to swim.. But she could at least enjoy the cool water on her toes. She'd sigh, looking down at her lap. She was scared to be out here by herself... It was the only reason she had asked if maybe.. he wanted to go too. After.. the assassin incident... She'd pull her knees to her chest, wrapping her good arm around her legs. Her other hand, would fidget with a small rock.

Cirlin: ...Mister..?

Gloo would look over after dunking himself.. A brow perking as he'd swim over to the kid. He'd hoist himself out of the water, settling on a boulder not far from her. He'd give a soft, questioning 'hm?' as he'd stretch himself out on the rock's flat surface. Realizing what she had called him however.. He'd sigh softly..

Gloo: ...Kid.. we've been over this.. You can call me Gloo..

He'd get comfortable after that, his arms going to rest behind his head. For now, he'd decide to just sunbathe. Catching what little sunlight remained from the setting sun.

As for Cirlin, she'd fidget more with the rock, before just kind of dropping it beside her feet. Her hand now resting lightly in the grass. She was quiet for the longest time. Just.. mauling things over in her head. She was trying.. to figure out how to word it.. How to say it without coming off strange.. She'd look away, staring at her knees.

Cirlin: ... When you said things would only get worse before better, did you know that there'd be an assassin?

She'd bite bottom lip, forgetting about how she had cut it open a few days back. She didn't lift her gaze.. She just sat there.. quietly in thought.. Hearing her, Gloo would sit up, propping himself on his hip, and resting on his left arm.. Dark green eyes stared very intently at the girl. He could have never known there'd be a damn assassin.. How was he to know? It wasn't like he went for many walks that far into the forest lately.. Not with all that had happened. He'd frown as he watched her.

Gloo: Kid... Listen to me.. I was talking about the daedra. And things did get worse before better. There was that large battle held right in town. You were in it. You've said that much.. I could have never known what you'd run into out here.

He'd tilt his head, thinking.

Gloo: ... How long have you been on your own? I know you're young.. The forest.. especially out this way for some reason, has always had it's dangers. Even when I was your age.

He'd push himself up into a sitting position, sitting indian style. He'd lean his arms on his legs, and kind of lean into his arms this way.. His legs supporting most of the weight. This kid... He'd shake his head softly.

Cirlin would fidget, before looking back to him. For a moment, she looked like she was going to cry.. Though it faded just as quickly as it had appeared. There were no guards.. She didn't feel like she had bite back what she had on her mind. Though she also didn't know Gloo that well.. She had always just knew him as the bosmer that's always talking to his dog.

Cirlin: ...I left home a year ago.. I was sixteen.. I wanted to see the world.. I wanted to do good. To prove I can do good.. I've had problems when I was younger.. But it's the past.. I want it to be the past. I want to fight and help take down the beasties if they ever rear their ugly heads again. I just.. want to do something with my life instead of living behind a counter somewhere, selling baubles. Or bartending.. I'm seventeen now..

She wouldn't tell him everything. And wasn't about to spill everything about herself to him. She didn't know him that well, and wasn't sure what to really make of him yet. She knew she trusted him enough to at least talk a little though.

Gloo would nod lightly, listening. A few thoughts entered his mind.. Of those was just 'poor girl'. He didn't like to see kids cry. Didn't like to see them.. with that.. look. He'd turn his gaze to the water.. Watching as a fish jumped in the distance.

Gloo: There's still plenty of time to be a kid. You don't have to sell random things or stand behind a bar. But you don't need to be hunting supernatural monsters either. Slow down and just enjoy your life. While I do believe the only good werewolf is a dead werewolf, seeing a kid rush to grow up just to face them, is not something I enjoy.

He'd sigh softly, looking over. He hadn't meant anything rude by it. He spoke the truth from past experiences. This however would only get him a sharp glare from Cirlin. The red head would turn her gaze only briefly before looking at her knees. She'd half wince at his words, half just... stare at him.

Cirlin: I'm not in a rush.. I just want to help.. I want to fight.. Though.. I got one person telling me not to fight.. I love him. He.. he don't want me to fight..

Gloo would smile a bit a that. Glad to see someone trying to talk sense into the girl.

Gloo: .. Good. I agree with him. You're young... Enjoy being a kid while you got it. I understand why you want to do good. But slow down.. It just seems like you're trying to rush yourself to grow up.. If you rush to grow up, you'll regret it later. There's plenty of time when you're older to take the fight to the mangy mongrels. I bet even Terath and Wren would agree if they knew how old you are. Besides.. You're a kid. One of these days, you're going to just rush off and get killed.

He'd motion to her arm, a good reminder. He spoke to her earlier, on the trip down here. She said then that she had just wanted to hunt.. Even if she had to go by herself. And then.. the assassin happened.. He felt bad for the kid, he really did. He hated to see kids hurt like that. He'd stand, picking up his shirt. He'd stifle a yawn, pulling it on. He.. didn't mean to word it quite like that.. But, too late now. He'd pause, picking up his weapons and attaching them to his belt. He'd stuff his hands in his pockets after that, shaking his head.

Cirlin would glance over, watching as he started for the road after that. She'd half glare, half pout, picking up her kitten. She had promised she'd go back when he went back.. But part of her had wanted to remain at the water. Though listening to him, she'd just kind of stare at him as she got to her feet. With her other hand, she'd pick up her boots.

Cirlin: I'm not in a hurry! (she'd make a -.- face). I've done bad things and I want to do good! You said you once hunted werewolves.. I am scared of them, I don't hate them. But they're still monsters! When you talk about them, I can hear nothing but anger and hate! There's a difference! I won't get myself killed either! I just want to help!

She'd huff, holding the kitten to her chest. At first, she kind of refused to follow him. Though realizing he was still moving, she'd mutter in bosmeri, before jogging to catch up. She almost wanted to slap him. Talking like he knew her.. They barely knew each other! She'd mutter a few choice words, glancing slowly towards him.

Gloo would sigh, looking over.. He wasn't about to stand and argue with a kid. He'd bring up a hand, wiping water off his face, as it dripped from his hair.

Gloo: Whatever, kid. I'm not going to argue with you. Just be damn careful. I gave you my thoughts.. You've been asking for them most of the evening.. Now you got them. Use them however you see fit, I suppose. Stubborn lass..

That last part... it came out muttered. He couldn't help but wonder if all kids were this stubborn and mule headed. He'd take her back to town, as promised.

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