AUTHOUR'S NOTE: … Nothing much to say.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ToS.
Kuchinawa fled from Sybak, as morning started to break. Kuchinawa ran some more, through the fields and steppes, away from the place.
"Wretched half-elves have probably sold me out, by now!"
He then gradually stopped running. His chest was burning. He then fell to the ground breathing hard. He had been exhausted even before he entered the university. His adrenaline had carried him this far, but was now drained to a husk.
Kuchinawa rolled onto his back, still breathing very hard. He untied the hood and mask from his face, to make the air circulation in and out his lungs more efficient.
After a few seconds and finally slowing the breathing, he opened his eyes to see that same figure in the parka, up in a tree.
"What…? You…?" Kuchinawa said, between breaths.
The figure jumped from the tree and, did not land, but slowly grinded to a halt a few feet off the ground. The air current came rushing after, forming a small cloud of dust, that came as quickly as it vanished. Kuchinawa looked at the figure, but could only see the eyes. Gentle… as they are.
Kuchinawa stared in awe-inspiring. He ceased to breath, for a moment.
"You can fly?" Kuchinawa spoke, in a relatively cracked voice.
"I can… to an extent," the figure replied.
Kuchinawa sat up. "What does that mean? Why are you wearing that?"
The figure said, "Same reason you hide your face."
"You just want to hide your face?"
"Indeed."
"Hmm…" Kuchinawa hummed.
Before he could ask anything else, the figure pushed him back to the ground, and stuck its hand in his robes.
"What are you doing?" Kuchinawa kicked the cloaked being off him. "Hey, I'm not sexually attracted to other men, sorry."
"I'm not a man," the figure responded, with a chuckle at the end.
Kuchinawa's eye widened.
"I merely want those ice fragments back." She stuck out her gloved hand.
Kuchinawa pulled the satchel out. "You made that ice swan, didn't you?"
"I did."
"Why?"
"I like to make life-like statues of extinct animals."
"No, that's not want I wanted to hear," Kuchinawa scoffed.
The mysterious woman turned, ignoring that last statement. "Meet me in the inn at the city of Flanoir. Do you know where it is located?"
"Yes," Kuchinawa stood up. "It's located in the middle of the highest peaks in those icy fjords in the northeastern most of the ocean."
"Very good." She started to walk off.
"Stop!" Kuchinawa shouted.
"If you need transportation, I'm sure you'll figure out a way."
"No, that's not what I wanted to ask you," Kuchinawa said, angrily.
"If you wish to know who I am, meet me at Flanoir."
"Would you shut up and let me speak, god damn it!" Kuchinawa shouted. The woman turned to face him. "Do you want your ice pieces back?"
"No, give them to me there." She turned back and looked out over the fields. "You have a week to get to Flanoir, then," she turned back around, but Kuchinawa was gone.
She looked around, but did not see him. She smiled, "Good luck…"
His mask and hood caught her eye. She picked them up and sniffed them, and sighed. "He doesn't wash his hair…"
She opened up a pocket and stuffed the clothing items in it.