Unspoken

Chapter Six

"Ey! Would'ya just give it already, you blasted mangy mutt?!"
Those were the words we'd heard yelled just a bit ago, the exclamation which had snagged our attention away from sparring. We'd come running to the source of the commotion, concerned that someone was in danger. However, I don't think any of us were quite sure what to make of the scene before us.
"Would... You... Just... Give it?" A young man just a few feet from us growled.

Is it my sudden curse to discover people in the strangest forms of trouble...?
I couldn't help but wonder that, anyway, considering that we were watching a fellow who was 'battling' a stray dog for possession of his satchel. Not just that, but his appearance was, well... Was 'unique' the word? To start, he had off-white colored hair—a similar length to Fray's—which was thick and layered in a modern style I'd seldom seen before. Also, his eyes were rather interesting, a very pale shade of bronze. Whenever his irises caught what little daylight remained, they mimicked stained glass, which I found curious. The thing that stood the most out about him, though? It was how well dressed this man was for someone anywhere near Extorris. The jacket he wore had a cream-colored exterior, and a cobalt inner lining. But the dozens of trimmings, all gold in color, were what made it look flashy. What I really couldn't wrap my head around, though, was the fact that the coat had no buttons to speak of. It seemed this article of clothing had been created as a fashion statement and nothing more.

Which is completely illogical.
So, in conclusion, his fancy ensemble obviously hinted wealth. Even his pants—which were the same shade of white as his jacket—had gold accents. But I noticed a conflict in my theory. His leather gloves had rips in them, and certain parts of his clothing also had tears, and stains as well—like he'd been rolling around in the dirt. Clearly, he wasn't nearly the fancy person he appeared to be... And what was the other clue that his intentions probably didn't match that garish look of his? Oh, right. Perhaps it was the fact that he was currently at war with a dog to get a satchel back. There was something especially amusing about watching someone—not too much younger than me—yell at an animal clearly inferior to him. He'd even begun using air mageia, revealing him to be Avidian, to try and ward off the hound.
"Um... What is he doing?" Fray whispered, seeming utterly dumbfounded by the sight.
"I—" Adara started, but I finished her sentence for her.
"Have no idea?" I guessed, chuckling a bit.

All I know, I thought in secret, is that this fellow somehow cannot handle a little puppy, and it is the funniest thing I've seen for quite a while.
Sighing to set my amusement aside for now, I approached the Avidian male. The dog growled at me in warning, but I paid no heed.
"Excuse me, but I'd like to help you out of this little predicament you have gotten yourself into. If you're willing to follow my instructions, I believe we can get this done quickly."
"Huh?" The man muttered as he looked my way, briefly glancing my features over without daring to take focus off the 'battle' for his satchel. "Eh, sure, miss, do whatever you can, but this... Is quite literally the worst... Arsehole dog I have ever met... In my damn life!"
His accent was curious, but then again, the only Avidian I'd ever met was their clan leader, and my memories of him were hazy. I set that thought aside for the moment, though, and focused on the task at hand. I was pretty sure my idea would work, and that it wouldn't harm the blasted mangy mutt—as he'd so eloquently put before—either.
"Alright. I want you to form a cloud of air around the dog's snout, and perhaps its eyes as well, can you do that?" I asked, already readying up a very small portion of mageia.
"Whatever you say, miss... Sure hope you know what you're up to, though."
"I do," I replied, then watched as he used his left hand to send out a small tendril of air. Admittedly this was interesting to see, since I'd never witnessed Avidian abilities with my own eyes before today.
Moments later I clearly saw the dog's snout enveloped in a barrier of his mageia. A faint cloud of air had been sent to the dog's eyes as well, though none of it seemed to bother it at all. To the dog, this was no different than the wind blowing in its face.