He had a horse, this was bad. Shiloh had never been on a fetch mission, she'd always just been told to kill. Ducking into the stable she stole a horse and getting on it rode after the dragon man,
"Hey!" she called, her voice slurred because of her droopy mouth. She had a very vague idea coming to her, as she rode she carefully reach up and untied the thin string at the collar of her tunic. In opened up her collar which dipped lower than she liked, but she ha dto get this guy some how. She rode up too the man, catching up.
"Sir?" she asked.
Nathan slowed his horse, sighing. He was very cautious, looking over at the girl. His eyes flickered to her chest for a brief second, but went right back to her face, memorizing. "Yes? What do you want?"
He had dealt with assassins before. Nathan did tend to make enemies without meaning to. Enemies that wanted him dead. He was always on his guard with strangers. He never let himself get drunk, and he didn't sleep at an inn if there seemed anyone suspicious in it, which was pretty much all the time.
"Listen, I'm on a tight schedule. I need to be going. I don't have time for nonsense. What do you want? If it's not important, be on your way." He said, sounding nervous, which made him inwardly kick himself. He wasn't nervous, just on edge. More scales were starting to show on his face and his neck.
He sounded nervous, good.
"I wa wonde'in' if you were tra'elin' the same way I was'....I mea' you don' seem like oth'r guys and I want a tra'elin' par'ner that ain' a creep." she explained. She smiled at him, though it was lopsided and played with the collar of her shirt, pretending to be nervous. She knew how to sell herself if a guy wanted her, after all she'd spent around 12 years of her life doing it.
"Well you're looking in the wrong place." Nathan told her, kicking his horse's side and moving forward once more. "No one wants to travel with the dragon man, kid. And with good reason." He called over his shoulder.
He didn't like the way she made him feel. She had power over him, which was something he hated. He didn't like a woman to have power over him. It meant he'd likely fall in love and do something stupid and just get his heart broken. Again.
Shiloh kicked her horse up to him again, undoing her braid as she did
"I don' min'. she said, flipping her hair,
"I don' li'e tra'elin' 'lone, things ten' to 'appen to gir's tra'elin' 'lone." she explained. She twisted a strand of hair on one finger and attepted a smile agai, she pulled her collar a bit lower but not too low. She felt the cool breeze brush against her, they'd be out of town soon, so far they were heading in the direction she needed to go.
Nathan sighed. "I can't stop you from following me, but I'm going where I want, when I want, and sleeping when and where I want, got it? And quit that." He reached over and buttoned her collar with one hand. "I'm not interested. The last thing I need right now is another woman giving be trouble."
He didn't realize how red in the face he was, or how more scales were showing on him than he was really used to. A lot more orange was there than usual. He grumbled something under his breath in another language, one he found no one understood but him and those connected to the dragons.
Dragons had existed some centuries ago, but were believed to have gone extinct. Occasionally, something or someone dragon-like would come along, like Nathan. He never knew his father, and his mother was mute. There was no one to tell the story of how he, Nathan, came to be born how he was.
"Se, I tol' you you were differn' from other guys." Shiloh said, doing her best to not stab him when he touched her shirt, she reached up and untied the strong and then retied it how she liked it. She noticed him turning orange, this was defiently her guy, as long as he stayed on this general course she was good. She glanced back, so far nobody had noticed the stolen horse, she didn't want the town after her.
Shiloh fiddled with tehs tring of her collar, no undoing it though, it was just something she did when she was thinking.
Nathan sighed, shaking his head. "Women are bad luck." He mumbled. "I've learned that the hard way, that's all. Come to me five years ago and I'd probably have been no better than that man back in the tavern."
He cast a quick glance at her. "What's your name?" He asked, not bothering to tell her his. He wanted to see if she was following him for a specific reason. She could have slipped up and used his name without him telling her what it was."
Shiloh paused thinking if she should use her real name.
"Shiloh, who are you?" she said. She thought about what he said and was very glad she hadn't had to come and do this mission 5 years a go. Of course she'd be only 11 then. Shiloh kept her hands on the reigns as she rode along.
"Shiloh...pretty name." Nathan murmured, acting as if he hadn't heard her question at all. "Tell me Shiloh, how old are you? You don't seem very old at all..." He glanced at her, his scales seeming to fade away before her eyes. He was relaxing some, feeling a bit easier.
Shiloh watched him, now slightly suspicious. She looked the man closely, trying to guage if he was just a nice guy or one of those really crepy guys.
"16." she answered, "Wha's your na'e?" she asked again, she thought she remembered his name was Nathaniel or Nathing or something like that, but she didn't really know and defiently didn't let on that she kenw anything of him.
Nathan chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "I'm Nathan. And by dragon standards, I'm not much older than you. But dragons age slower, and so do I." He looked at her again. "Care to guess my age?"
"Um in, in human yea's?" Shiloh asked. She paused fora few moments and thought hard, she wasn't good at calculating things and stared at the horses neck, her eye brows knit together as she though.
"24?" she guessed slowly? She didn't know how much slower dragon's aged, she couldn't judge his age by his looks really, she couldn't fully see him enough to be able to tell and just guessed by his voice and manners.
Nathan laughed. "Oh that's almost a complement." He chuckled. "I'm well past 24. I'm 45. The equivalent of eighteen, in dragon years, I believe. It's two dragon years to five human years, For a half-blood anyway. I know I'm not full dragon blood, otherwise I'd be aging much slower. I'd still be a kid."
"Oh..." Shiloh siad, faing a giggle, She twisted at the string on her blouse more. 45, he was old. She was glad he hadn't been 'interested'. he may only be 18 in dragon years but he was old enough to be her father...maybe even old enough to be her grandfather depending on how old that sailor had been.
She looked up, theyw ere entering the forest,
"W'er eyou headed?" she asked, she coudl tell he was relaxing, which was good.
Nathan sighed, keeping his eyes ahead. "I'm headed home." He told her, his voice soft. He hadn't been home in decades. "My, ah, mother, passed away." He grimaced. "I have to head home to take care of everything. Where are you headed?"
"Um, I jus' tryin' a run 'way." she said, "Don' 'ave no w'ere to go, jus' wanna go somew'ere my tra'er ain't." she explained. It was only a half lie she gussed, it was true she had once been a run away trying to hide from her slave trader, but now she wans't, she was just usng that story beucase it was the first story she thought of that was convincing.
"And why would you tell someone that?" Nathan asked her. "Most slaves would be afraid to admit they're on the run. There's always the chance that someone will try to return them to their owner." He looked at her, his eyes seeming to burn even brighter than before. He was suspicious and starting to get uneasy again.
Shiloh gave him a quick grin,
"Yeah mos' sla'e's ain't got no horse though." she said, "'Si'es you coul'n' e'en fin' 'm if you try." She said, she used the slave story sometimes, most slaves didn't talk about being on the run, not if they couldn't get away at least. Other times she used it as a lie story and pretended to be a run away rich kid faking being a slave to get pity.
"You stole it." Nathan shrugged. He knew that horse, and he knew it didn't belong to her. "But enough on that. I don't care." He sighed, falling silent as he went deep in thought.
If this girl was a threat, he'd have to keep his guard up. Yet if he never relaxed, he'd be too exhausted to defend himself if she did make a move. He couldn't send her away with a clear conscience(sp), but he really found her to be a problem.