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Riley Kingston → Robin Hood (willyoutolerate) wrote in thereincarnates,

Riley might have continued on, just in the interest of not risking it, but her new 'friend' was right. The night was only going to get colder, and it was already cold enough that she was starting to feel it underneath her layers of clothing and armor. It wouldn't get so cold that she would be in danger of freezing to death in the middle of the night, but still, she wouldn't have been entirely comfortable sleeping without some added warmth. The wool blanket she had in her pack would only do so much, after a certain temperature drop.

The possibility that he might not be a friend, as she had promised to be one, was always possible. Call Riley an optimist, but she liked to see the best in people, until they proved her wrong. If and when they did, she could defend herself, but she was always ready for a situation where she wouldn't have to. A situation where she could actually sit by the fire and talk to someone for awhile. In all honesty, Riley was a little lonely. Since her traveling friend had passed, she hadn't had anyone to talk to except for herself. So while she was perfectly capable of finding her own part of the forest to sleep in and build her own fire, that more than anything is why she'd announced herself when she caught sight of the stranger's camp.

"Many thanks," Riley responded as she approached, the flames finally bathing her in enough light that you could make out her own appearance, not nearly as rough (or at all bearded) as his but Riley couldn't remember the last time she'd bathed herself, her chest was still bound and her dirty, red hair was tied in a tight bun on the top of her head, all hidden by a dark green hood that she wore under her armor. One of the only pieces of clothing she still had from home.

She stuck her sword in the dirt near her and dropped the bow that had been dangling from her shoulders along with its quiver, putting her sack on the ground next to her as she sat down cross legged, on the other side of the fire from him. Riley kept her distance more out of respect for him than because she desired to keep some measurable distance between them, after all, she was the one who had invaded his solitude. If he would rather sit in silence, now that he'd offered her his fire, she wouldn't argue, though she hoped he wouldn't mind talking a little. She'd missed talking to another person.

"I'm Riley." At this point she wasn't going to try too hard to conceal her gender, though thankfully, Riley still sounded like a boy's name. Her parents had named her such because they thought they'd been having a boy, and hadn't bothered to come up with something for a girl when she'd been born. She liked her name, so she didn't mind it, but it came in handy when she wished to hide in plain sight. But since he'd been kind enough to share some of his warmth with her, she didn't see the point in keeping up pretenses, if he guessed. "What's your name?"