Conversation
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Setuna blinked a couple of times to check if she was dreaming. She clearly remembers jumping off the Rocky cliff and that she was close to death,
"Am I already dead? she questioned
"Is this the death world? Eric slightly chuckled at her and ask
"Does it look like the death world" Are you ok?" Setuna begin to recognize the handsome man standing in front of her with his chest open and her eyes roll over down to his 9inch c**k. She screams slightly shifting the weight of her body back.
Why, why is he the one. Why is he here. This is so embarrassing and he is naked. Has he no shame standing in front of a woman like that revealing that thing between his thighs."
"Stay away from me you perverted Satan." She swiftly gave a distance.
"That's some harsh words for someone who just saved your life" Eric placed his two hands on his waist while standing without any form of shame.
" Besides, I was swimming when you decided to spoil my fun" He walks to his basket full of clothes. He turns to look at her who blushes uncontrollably, and with the corner of her eye. She steals lustful glances at him. She blushes while trying to hide her face but his brutes build muscular features were impossible to resist.
"What were you thinking jumping off a cliff" Eric puts on his clothes questioning her and this only served to increase her self consciousness, as she fretted about every little action she was making wondering who is this man in front of her.
"Sorry, I sometimes come here" she pointed at the bountiful nature of the lake,
"it is beautiful, see?" she attempted to create a more gentle conversation with the man in front of her a conversation that drew the attention away from her however Eric shook his head at a loss as what to do. He was not so lenient as to let this strange encounter pass unexplained
"That's not what I mean, what are you doing here attempting suicide? He looks out her outfit trying to figure out who she was, clearly, of more noble birth than him most likely from a high noble or even royalty. Why on earth would she be anywhere near a forest that houses peasants like me trying to kill her self. Eric dressed up and gave her some clothes to change into. He paused to wonder what trouble must have caused the girl he was dying and hoping to meet for the past two years wants to commit suicide. The girl who saved him from humiliation with Jake the noble son.
" I plan on washing these clothes but might not be to your fashion style but you catch a cold if you soak in Does" Eric points to her soaked beautiful pinkish gown pattern in white roses. Setuna forcibly grabs the clothes and begin to walk a distance looking for a place to change.
"Don't spy on me or you are dead. Got it" she glares at him
"I won't and am not a p*****t. I only did what i could to save you. now go, go and change"
Few minutes later, she is dressed in light blue sleeves, brown pants, and brown leather boots. she lets down her curly Blondie hair tying it to a ponytail at her back.
" Though it feels like men's clothes, it fits fine" she speaks while admiring the peasant clothing.
sighing, Eric put down his bow and arrow and found a rock for the lady. He cleaned the rock with a light amount of water before drying it with his sleeve, and then with a sweep of his arm. He mentioned towards it.
" For the lady", she blushed at the gentleness and sudden formal way in which he addresses her but gratefully shuffled over the rock.
''Good Eric questioned
she nodded "yes thank you "
She was now able to comfortably watch the scene that is playing out across the water and so Eric concluded his role completely and he moved back towards his position picking his practice bow and begin to practice. Within seconds, Eric had regained his previous level of focus as he drew the bowstring back towards his cheek. He adjusted his arm after taking a deep breath to steady his shaking hand, he released.
THWACK!.
THWACK!
A perfect bullseye from a range of ten meters.
Eric satisfied? of course not, three shots is too much. The range needs increasing and he needs to be able to hit the bulls-eyes
consistently from different angles. He doubled the distance from the target so that he now stood twenty paces away and he envisioned the parabolic path in which the arrow would follow as now gravity would start to be a factor, albeit a small one.
"You're good with the bow" she praised trying to get on his good side.
Eric shook his head, the girl had only seen his one good shot out of several shots he had made.
"No, that is not so. Perhaps now, I might be good at making that single shot from that distance but that is not enough to be called good with the bow.
She pouted slightly at her praises being dismissed so readily. she'd begun to feel more comfortable around this man as she decided that he would not harm her. He was busier with his bow than attending to her. It felt like he didn't care about who she is unlike most men who will p*****t try to make friends with her.
V b b"I am born of royalty you know, usually people are happy to be praised by me.
B"Is that so? will the lady bring her royal guards and arrest me for not being completely humbled by her every word?
The girl did not expect such a harsh response and could only respond hesitantly.
Eric prepared another shot having aimed too high on the previous one as he responded idly to the young lady
Setuna observed Eric closely releasing practice shots from his bow to a tree and she speaks.
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