Friendly Battle(Piuma)

OoC: How ‘bout a fight?

IC: Tamriff looked behind his shoulder for the tenth time that morning, and saw nothing. He sighed and kept walking.

All that morning he had had the unpleasant sensation he was being followed. He wasn’t usually prone to paranoia. He was sure someone was behind him.

He kept trudging along the forest path, occasionally sitting down for a rest… and then he heard a small “crack”. Not a natural one, the one you hear when you step on a branch.

I knew it, he thought. Slightly turning his head towards the direction of the sound, he tried to seem as if he were looking for a bird. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a small, feminine shape, possibly a small girl. A foot moved, and there was another audible crack.

The young man appeared to take no notice, and simply started to improvise a song:

Me name’s Tamriff and I’m a traveller,
Through the landscape I do roam,
With my guitar on my back
And the food in my pack
Since I don’t a proper home.

It seems quite alone on the roads, you know,
And I’m still looking for a friend;
Oh sure there are birds
But they’re not much for words
And they don’t really stay in the end.

So I travel alone on the roads, you see,
And I have a fight once in a while
Though I may not look strong
Be sure I’ll prove you wrong
When you’re all lying down in a pile!

And so you’ve just heard me story,
I hope you enjoyed the song
Now come down from that tree
So I can please see
The girl that’s been here all along.

Then he turned to the higher branches where he had seen the girl and said, in the friendliest voice he could muster, “Well, I always appreciate an audience, even if it’s hiding in trees and stalking me all day. Why don’t you come down where I can actually see you?”