Title: Parting Gifts

Summary: Aveline and Ratohnhaké:ton cross paths again.

"Ouch," Instinctively, he pulled his head away from her nimble fingers. Without missing a beat, Aveline plucked his ear and pulled him back over. "Abêtir, hold still," She muttered, readjusting her fingers on the hair in her possession.

"I know soldiers with a gentler touch than yours."

"Quelle surprise*," Aveline deadpanned in response. "This wouldn't hurt if you simply held still." Ratohnhaké:ton reframed from rolling his eyes and made himself comfortable against the tree trunk.

"What brings you here, again?"

"I never said," Aveline answered. "What of you?"

"I am captain of the ship Aquila," He said, regarding the bright sherbet dress that flowed around her lower half and draped over his leg.

"Oh, the lovely ship out on the harbor?"

"Yes, that's the one," He paused, giving her another look over. "Why are you wearing that thing?" Aveline bobbed her head a little, the feathered hat upon her head obscured her eyes for a moment then she raised her head and smiled. "I'm visiting a friend," She said. Connor scoffed; when they had crossed paths again, he entered a garden party that required an accompanying party.

It would've been as easy as using his blade and stuffing the man in a corner somewhere*, but she had arrived seemingly out of nowhere and pronounced him her absent minded partner who could never arrive on time for anything. He then spent the next ten minutes scuffing her heels in failed attempts to avoid her feet, though Aveline pretended to be none the wiser as she lead around with the practiced ease despite the looks they were going. If the dress was meant capture the attention of the opposite sex, it was working.

"A friend, you say?" He remarked, eyes scanning the crowd across the way. Sitting here next to her was wholly inappropriate in this society, most especially for her considering her social standing. "Are you almost done?" He inquired.

"Yes, yes," Aveline said, her fingers falling away from his hair. "There." Ratohnhaké:ton reached up and touched the hair hanging close to his jawline. His pad of his fingers dragged across the beads that were tied around his hair; reaching behind him he checked his pony tail and noted she had done the same there as well. "What are these for, again?"

"It's a sign of friendship if you must know," Aveline rose from the ground and proceeded to brush her dress clean of the dirt and debris, Ratohnhaké:ton followed suit, but his eyes remained aware of the bodies moving around behind the shrubbery. "Thank you, I suppose," He sighed.

Aveline inclined her head. "Think nothing of it Frère," Aveline said as she started to walk away.

"Wait," He nearly reached out to stop her, but she turned too quickly for any sort of contact to happen. She regarded his open hand with mild suspicion, her eyes met his and a eyebrow rose. "What?" Connor reached into the inner part of his jacket and revealed a tomahawk. Aveline stepped back a little even as he extended his arm to her, the handle of the weapon directed toward her. "For you," He answered.

Aveline took the weapon from his possession and regarded the blade with some admiration. Curling four of her fingers against her palm, she used the other make a turning motion. Without a second thought, Connor did as was asked of him and turned his back to her. Aveline hoisted her dress up and fastened the tomahawk on the belt around her waist. It was heavier than the machete she used, not as sharp, but most likely just as effective. Retrieving the machete from her right side, she cleared her throat and straightened her dress. Ratohnhaké:ton turned in response, one eye open. "Here, you can hold this for a time," Aveline said. "And in the eventuality we ever meet again-"

"I can return it," Ratohnhaké:ton finished. "Very well."

Aveline gave a little curtsy and turned to leave first. No one was none-the-wiser about her whereabouts as she fell back into the crowd; a few moments later Connor followed suit, hat sitting low on his head as he went in the opposite direction of Aveline.

*So I'm told those who speak French don't actually say "Quelle Surprise", however correct me if I'm wrong here.
*Based on something I tend to do a lot when I play Assassin's Creed (sans the stuff dudes in a corner bit). Kinda gets me killed. A lot.