Private Finished Walking Muscle, Towering Intimidation

It had been a long day for Nessie. She'd woken up with morning sickness, and then had to fight through that while spending the afternoon and early evening painting a commission downtown. She never liked the area, and she supposed this was why:

On her walk back home, she'd been cornered by some teens who'd obviously been drinking and were looking for trouble. She wasn't sure what had made her the target of their follies, but they'd backed her into an alley and while she'd been furiously scribbling in her notebook to ask them to leave her alone, they'd ripped it from her hands and pushed her back against a nearby wall.. The action caused her to shriek, hoping someone would hear her and come to help. There wasn't enough room here for her to take her true form and lay waste to these teens.

She was fortunate enough that someone came to her aid. The teens scattered upon the approach of the hunk of muscle that had appeared behind them, slipping away into the shadows. The air tasted of magic, telling her that they had used some kind of ability to help their escape.

Shaken, Nessie knelt and picked up her notebook that had been discarded by the teens in their flight with trembling hands, holding it to her chest.​

Nessie was on the tall side for the average human-like female, but this man had an unnatural height to him that made her wonder just what he was. She looked up at him and shook her head silently as he asked if she'd been hurt, then nodded gratefully as he offered to escort her the rest of the way home.

Nessie relied mostly on body language and written word for communication, being a selective mute. Edward was the only one who'd heard her actually speak words in...a very long time.​

She watched him walk away and moved to follow him, glancing briefly at the bags that were dangling from his arm. It looked like groceries. He must have been on his way home from shopping. Nessie felt bad for inconveniencing him like this, she'd have to figure out some way to repay him for his kindness in rescuing her and then walking her back to her home.

They walked in silence for a few minutes before Nessie realized she hadn't even introduced herself. She scribbled Nessie in her notebook and held it up so he could see, then pointed to herself with her free hand.​

Growing a little more friendly, Nessie smiled a little and shook Locke's offered hand, which was so large that it practically engulfed her own slender fingers. At his comment, she gave a small giggle and shook her head, then drew a few more pictures to communicate:

First, she drew a house, then drew Scotland around it, labeling the country so he understood what she meant. Then, she drew a little cartoon version of herself, followed by an arrow pointing to a drawing of a Loch Ness Monster. Then she wrote "Fae" and circled it. She held up the diagram for Locke to see.

Information like this was normally considered precious and secret to her kind...but the privilege was given to Locke since he'd come to her aid in such a dire moment...she'd deemed him trustworthy enough to know what she was.​

Nessie gave a soft giggle as he interpreted her drawing and nodded. That was all correct. She'd gotten rather good at communicating through drawings or written word, but she was always glad when it was understood so clearly.

She heard him catch himself from thanking her and gave a nod of approval in his revision; thanking the Fae was an insult, according to their culture, though most people didn't realize that at first. Nessie was a rather forgiving Fae who tended to let the first offense slide, but it was nice when people remembered.

They walked together in silence for a little while longer until she turned them on to her street and stopped in front of her house. It was a quaint little two-story house that was comfortable for herself and her partner, Edward. She wondered if he was home?​