Venus stares at the residents of Forget Me Not Valley. She can't stand the fact that people farm and get all sweaty, dirty and smelly. What can she do? She ran away from home, and she felt bad about it. She sits by a tree near the Spring and thinks. Away from city life, time passes by more slowly here. It's almost like the city life she knew didn't exist. She missed it, but didn't want to go back to an arranged marriage, and the life where she is trapped to be raised only a certain way, acting a certain way, raised to have certain skills, and always being polite.

Ronan was cleaning his sword by the spring earlier and sat behind the tree. He fell asleep there and woke up. Today was the day where almost no one came, and he was plannin to sleep here, as well as other things. The sudden appearane of this purple haired girl surprised him, but then she looks so sad. She didn't know he was there, and he didn't know she was there either, until now. He thinks, it must be some sort of trouble.
"Hey there,"he greeted, with a silly smile on his face without a care in the world,"Did ya fine trouble? If you hire me, I can take care of it. Justice is the name, and i vanquish any sort of pain, with my trusty sword!" he shows it off in front of her, even if it was rusted to the bone. He ha dto go see the blacksmith later and get it fixed, but he didn't have the money for that yet. He'll just smile it off. No one can see that sinkin feeling in his guts, and with that, they won't think he can't do the job.
"don't be afraid to tell me who had caused you trouble, little lady!"

A man stood there by the spring with a happy voice, a funny smile, and not very fashionable clothes. But he is very cheerful and carefree man, and seems to want to help her. It's only the two of them.
"It's nothing you can help me with," Venus spoke, softly, knowing she doesn't understand the ways of these people. She hardly associated herself with them all her life, and now one of them is standing there. She is unsure how to react. Then her training comes in. She stood up, gave a little curtsey, and introduced herself.
"My name is Venus Storm," she spoke, "who might you be?"

Ronan just fidgets a bit. That posture and that act, it's formal. Ronan thinks quickly.
"I'm Ronan, Ronan Justice," he greeted, thinking of what a gentleman would do. A bow. Do it idiot! Ronan bows, and then adds," I serve and protect all those who are in harm, and if you're out at night, I will become a bodyguard. It's my job, what I'm good at, so don't hestitate to ask me for any job. If someone is messing with you, I'm your man." He wonders if she can pay him well. Her clothing shows she is not the usual resident.

Venus sees a sword on him. He seems to be what he says he is, not anyone looking for trouble. Her troubles, won't be saved by a sword, or with someone's determination.
"Nice to meet you," Venus said, "but there's no problems here." A lie. But what else can she do? She doesn't want people to know about why she ran away, and how cowardly she is. She should have stood up to her parents and done something else just so she can stay inside the city life, and not a life near the farm.

Ronan tilted his head, unsure if it was true or not. If it was one of those internal conflicts again, he's out of a job...again! He thought about it. Maybe he can actually help without a sword.
"Yeah right,"he thought to himself,"like i can even do that, i'm such an idiot." But then he wanted to try maybe, this person looks out of place, and not just that, her presence looked out of place. Maybe ...he can just show her around.
"You don't look like you came from these parts, would you like me to give you a tour of the town?" he asked nervous,"maybe, a walk will help ya." he scratches his head..

Why not? Venus had nothing else better to do, and he looks like he means no harm.
"If you may," she said politely. A tour of this town? Well, it's not like she hasn't walked around before, but maybe she can distract herself from this little trouble of hers. She walks up to him and gives a polite nod, letting him lead the way.

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