That's perfectly alright. I might be slow to respond sometimes if my mental health takes a dive.

That is perfectly understandable

(Well I don't think we'll be getting a forth so we'll go ahead with the start and hope for the best.)

At the edge of the oak tree forest stands a secluded village, it's closest neighbor a full three days away, it's stone buildings coated in mosses and trailing vines. The residents of said village are varied in nature, some having spent their entire lives here while others have only recently arrived and are working on making it home.

One such newcomer is finally venturing out of his home as the sun dips below the horizon. Their face is hidden by the shadow of a dark blue velvet hood trimmed in gold filigree. The cloak may be giving the illusion of a more muscular build though it is hard to say for sure. The figure quickly makes their way off to the nearest market to restock on supplies, hoping to not run into anyone familiar along the way.

Oh sorry//

+The newcomer walked down the streets kinda new to this old village, they looked around their surroundings, their eyes sparkling with wonder and excitement about this new journey in their life. Their head suddenly perks up hearing something rolling down the street a wooden schooner was heading his way, throwing their backpack on the ground as a brake to stop the run away wooden invention they themselves jump out of the way, hoping their make shift-brake stop the thing from running anyone or something over+

The hooded figure tenses and turns around as new sounds and a new scent reach them. The lantern lights illuminate a cloudy blue eye and porcelain skin underneath the hood. The pale humanoid changes direction from the market to go investigate the sounds of someone running. Are they being chased or are they the one giving chase? As they round the corner of one of the larger buildings they spot the source of the sound.

"Are you alright there? Are you in need of assistance?" They call out, their voice deep and yet soft, carrying an almost song like quality to it without actually having been singsong.

'SORRY!' Someone yells, running towards the large canvas covered cart.

The cart had luckily stopped, half crushing the bag underneath a wheel. The newcomer trips, catching themselves on the wooden rods used to hitch horses or oxen. They hang their head, panting, as they slowly pull the schooner back towards the village. Luckily, with how heavy it was, the cart did not destroy the bag.

'I should've had a weight limit..'

+They lift their head from where they were on the ground holding their head in slight pain, giving off a soft smile, they then let of small giggles afterwards+ "No, no it's ok...I am just glad I could help, do you need help pushing that cart by any chance" +They asked politely as they try and get off the ground, dusting themselves off when they do. Overlooking their body to see the damage, a soft sigh escapes them when they see that their knee is scrapped+ "I need to be more careful when I do thins"

They sigh, looking at the other figure,'Yes.. Yes please,'

They attempt to hold the cart still with one hand, or paw, looking at the other. They wince, as it is full of splinters, causing them to sigh in a soft sort of sorrow. They looked over at the humanoid, juming slightly.

'Oh lordy- Didn't see ya there! Please don't scare me like that-'

(I'm having a derealization episode so I might have to put things on hold for a little bit after this reply. Sorry.)

The figure takes their hood off, revealing the face of a young man, likely in his early to mid twenties, with wavy raven blue hair that falls to the middle of his neck. There is a concerned look in his eyes and his pointed ears give a small flick as he approaches the duo.

"Are either of you in need of medical attention?" He asks upon picking up on the smell of blood. "Even if only for a scrape? We don't want any infections now do we?"