ok so here we go there first meeting

Fionna was gathering water at a small river. The air was cold and the wind was strong, but she ignored it as she dipped her hands in the icy water. She filled the bottle and tucked it into her side, feeling its cold through he clothes. She shook off the feeling and continued her climb.
She was in the mountains, high enough above everything that all she could see was the fog of clouds around her. She had been running for a long time. She was weary, and desperately wanted to sleep. But not yet. She had left Aaa five days ago and still hadn't rested, and she wasn't about to now. She hadn't been able to shake the feeling that she was being followed ever since she read that stupid note. She wondered if it was one of the demons she had trapped 5 weeks ago in a magic cave and they had somehow gotten out. Maybe they were looking for revenge. Or maybe it was a spawn of the giant spider she had killed two months back. She wasn't scared, but she was worried. She didn't like anticipation, it was why she always faced things head on, face to face, always in the action.
She continued her trek through the mountains. If she remembered correctly she would be at the clearing soon, where she could rest and then continue. As if on cue, the clouds began to thin. The stone beneath her turned to grass.
The small field hidden among the rocks was perfectly concealed, thanks to multiple hot springs. The air was immediately warmer, and Fionna took a deep breath. She let the steam fill her lungs, it felt like he insides were being cleansed.
She fell flat on her back, beyond exhausted. She was asleep in the grass in less than one minute.
As soon as her eyes opened she jumped to her feet. She looked around, her eyes squinted as she observed her surroundings. She moved quickly in a circle, observing everything before she relaxed.
This was one of the main things Fionna missed about having Cake around, she was now constantly on guard every second. Let it down for even one moment and it could mean death.
Feeling more secure, but still not completely satisfied, she walked to the edge of a small hot spring, allowing the mist to conceal her totally. She waited perfectly still for five minutes, just watching, before she felt safe enough to resume her movements.
She was hot in the steam of the spring, and threw her cloak to the side and began taking off her boots, letting the pleasant sensation of the grass on her feet distract her for a moment. She signed happily. She began to remove the heavier protective pieces from her body, until she was down to her leather chest guard and the pants. She removed the various weapons at her side and back. She took off the chest plate, and saw down on the grass, letting the air play at her neck. Just simple white cotton wrapped around her chest remained, and it felt wonderful. She slipped off the pants.
She was now in her barest clothing, the cotton fabric around her top and the same around her bottom in an almost strapless bikini style. She felt exposed, but confident of her privacy. She gingerly placed her feet in the water, playing with the warmth on her toes. She began to slip her body in the water, feeling the pleasure of the warm water on her cold skin. She took one more look around before she dunked her head under and let the water flow all around her.
She brought her head back up and smiled to herself, letting the simply joy of the water on her skin distract her before she pulled herself up. Her hair was so long when it was wet that it dragged behind her on the ground. She squeezed the water out of it and let it just hang there. She grabbed a random sword and walked out of the steam. The cold air hit her face, but in a refreshing way. She wanted to get a good look at the place again for future visits. Maybe someday she would show Cake it. Or even Marshall, and maybe Gumball.
She swung the sword playfully at her side, swishing it back and forth out of habit. She walked around for a bit, letting her skin dry and her hair blow in the wind. She stopped very suddenly at a noise that pricked her ears. She retreated back into the mist quickly. She listened hard. She though she had heard the sound of rocks tumbling from her left, the direction close to where she had climbed up in the first place. She waited, unable to see through the thick steam, her ears straining.
There was a small noise, almost nonexistent, but it was there. The quiet but haggard breath of someone. She clenched her sword hard. She listened to the sound, trying to pinpoint its location. It was moving. And it was getting closer.
Fionna quickly began moving all her things together, and lowered herself to a crouch, her body almost touching the ground. The breathing came so close. She noticed that she didn't hear even the slightest footsteps. Perhaps this being was flying, maybe hovering. She was immediately gripped with fear at the thought of Marshall Lee following her. If he had come all this way, knew where she had gone, what direction this place was, what were the chances he hadn't already been seen anyways?
But the figure was so close now she could see the silhouette in the fog. It was not hovering, and it was not as slight as Marshal. It seemed denser, stronger. Fionna remained frozen, holding her breath as the figure moved past her, and disappeared out of sight. She released her breath, but didn't dare move.
After about a minute she cautiously crawled to the edge of the steam, looking out intently.
She didn't see anything but the grass and rocks around her, the clouds of steam rising in places. She retreated back inside her cover, and waited. The person wasn't gone, she knew they couldn't be. Not that fast, not that silently. But she didn't hear the breathing.
Carefully, Fionna pulled the cloak over her damp body, covering her head with the hood, ignoring the wet hair. She left her other clothes and boots off, but slung her belt on, securing a few small knives. She walked out into the open, and waited.
It was silent and clear. She stood very still, waiting for the person to appear. If they didn't know she was there, she would keep it that way. If they did, she would take care of that. But the only way to find out was to wait.
She fixed her eyes on the rising steam, focusing on anything that looked like a body. She moved her head slowly around, so she could see all around her. She waited patiently. Waiting and watching, and listening for the smallest sound.
There, in the steam closest to the farthest mountain point the figure immerged, it's back to Fionna. It was still concealed by steam, and she could only make out the shape. She lowered herself further to the ground. It was definitely larger than she was, but most things she had taken down were. But the element of surprise was important, and if she wanted to attack, she would immediately give herself away if she charged at it. The figure turned again and walked back into the steam. Fionna took her chance, and dashed across the field into another hot spring, letting it cover her as well. She prayed she hadn't been seen. She looked out again to make sure the coast was clear before moving into the next one, making her way from one pool to another, like hopping on stones almost as she worked her way closer to the right one.
She was only one hot spring away from the one the figure had been in now. As slowly as she could she moved her head partially out of the steam. She could now make out the figure in the other mass of rising steam. She could see it moving, crouching, standing, walking. It seemed to be lingering in certain places for brief moments before contemplating the next move. It began walking out of the steam. Fionna watched carefully.
She took her chance.
She sprinted into the steam the person had previously been in, and watched as the figure turned around, looking behind himself at where Fionna was but unable to see what was there. Fionna waited. It moved closer.
She launched herself into the air, feeling the wind rush past her and cloak fly behind her as her arms and feet came into contact with the being. It began to fall, but regained its balance quickly. Its arms reached up for her fast, but she was faster. She dug her fingers into the shoulder, and flipped behind the person, and with a great effort flung him in front of her. She was able to make out more defined features now, and noticed it was a man. She could have guessed that based on his size though. To her annoyance, the man did not tumble on the ground, rather skidded on his feet, one hand outstretched skillfully keeping composition. He raised himself quickly and moved at a surprisingly fast pace at her. But she was still halfway concealed by the fog, and she leapt into the air as he flew beneath her. He gazed upwards in time to watch her land heavily on his shoulder. Again, to her great annoyance and surprise, he remained standing, and she realized she was balancing on his shoulders. He reached upwards, and she found herself standing one footed on his head.
The scene could be considered extremely comical as Fionna balances on the man's head, while in complete shock, the man remained frozen for a moment. That one moment when the two had no idea what to do past very quickly though. The man snatched at her ankle, but he only managed to brush her toes as she flipped off of him. Her short sword was still in her hand, but she didn't want to use it just yet until she knew he was a threat to her life or someone else's. So she gripped it harder, and landing behind him, smashed the handle into his chest as he turned. She heard the wind leave him, and he staggered backwards, but yet again remained standing. He was so quick Fionna didn't see it coming when one of his feet cut across the ground, catching her own ankles and sending her falling. But she stuck her sword in the earth and twisted her body as she fell, using her strong arms to keep herself in a balanced pose.
The man dived at her, and this time she had him. She lifted herself above the ground with the sword and watched as he began to fall, missing his target. As he was about to regain his balance, Fionna flew at him, and managed to get him completely on the ground, one of the small daggers at his neck. He did not move. He was wearing a hood, and she couldn't see his face. She hoped he couldn't see hers.
"It's funny….I've been trying to catch you for so long, and then YOU actually catch ME." He said in a bemused voice. Fionna started, but remained stern with the knife at his vein.
"So you're the one following me?" She said quickly, getting to the point. She knew the answer was obvious.
"Yes, I was following you." He replied calmly.
"Why." She asked in a low voice.
"Because you're a human, aren't you?" He asked. His voice this time was soft, almost gentle. Fionna felt her eyes widen. Yes it was well known in Aaa that she was human, and not many people had speculated about it in other lands, but no one had seemed genuinely interested in that fact. It was almost like a small insignificant fact to everyone, that humans were a dying life form.
"Yes." She answered. "Why do you care?" She asked, letting the curiosity get the better of her. For all she knew, he could be a human hunter, who had been tracking her down to try and kill her, riding humans form the planet.
"May I?" He asked politely, moving his hands towards his face.
"No." Fionna said sternly, pushing the blade closer to his skin.
"Then you'll have to take off my hood yourself." He replied calmly, placing his hands peacefully back on the ground. Fionna studied him carefully for a moment, before taking her other hand and flicking back the hood.
Her eyes met a pair of deep blue ones. They were darker than hers, and had hints of green in them. They were beautiful. Her eyes looked up and down his face. He had a light tan skin color, almost the same as hers, and messy blonde hair. She was startled by such similarities, and she lost her grip on the knife. It fell from her fingers, and as she realized this in horror, she waited for his hands to close around her throat.
But they didn't. She stood perfectly still looking down at him, but he was only looking back at her, his hands still peacefully on the ground. All she could do was stare at this person….this human.
"You're…..just like me." She whispered, voicing her thoughts.
"Yes, I am. And I've been waiting to meet you all my life." He said calmly. She was able to look into his eyes as he said this, and they seemed honest, even good natured.
"May I see your face?" He asked gently. Fionna continued to gaze into his eyes. They were eager. She raised her hands and lifted back her hood, shaking out her still damp hair a bit. She opened her light blue eyes and met his gaze again. His eyes were as wide as hers.
"Amazing…." He murmured, his eyes searching her face hungrily. He began lifting a hand up to her cheek, but she grabbed it.
"I still don't know you." She said in a strong voice, gripping his wrist hard. His eyes never left hers.
"You're right…..I'm sorry, but you need to know I mean you no harm at all. I promise." He said gently.
"I don't know that." She replied, gripping his wrist harder.
"Then I'll start with my name. Where I'm from, I'm called Finn the Human."
Fionna considered answering him for a moment, but then threw caution to the wind at the thought of being with another human.
"I'm Fionna the Human. But I think we can drop the human part." She said, still unable to take her eyes off him.

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