Wow, what a tough situation. She'd love to help blast someone with her Shine... But she just needed supplies and she had to get back to Oya. They'd be leaving on Nya's business soon, and Gustavus just didn't strike her as someone who'd be keen on being kept waiting.
"I'm sorry. I actually will be returning to my husband tomorrow; we're then embarking on a ship. As a result, I will unfortunately not be able to accompany you in your endeavors."
Willow shrugged, her tone a bit disappointed and flat. "However, if you ever need to rest, or need treatment in an emergency, I urge you to travel to the church in the town of Faresh. Simply speak of Willow and you will be given all you need."
Post by Venessa Blackthorn on May 13, 2014 7:17:35 GMT -6
She laid another piece of meat on the ground and Sorrow quickly devoured it. Once done, The female Wyvern laid her head on Venessa's lap. Sliding another piece of meat onto her lance, she held it over the fire. The sound of the meat and the smell flooded the room like a massive river flowing over a small village on the banks. But when the sound of heavy wet footsteps were heard, her eyes looked over towards the direction as well did Sorrow. Her antlers shinned with the light as she looked towards the man looking in. 'A Peeping Tom.'
But keeping it calm, she would responde to the Wyvern's Lords question/ Request. "Well since your on Etruria's land, I'll go along with you so that you don't get shot done by his majesties Snipers. So far, I'm the only Wyvern Rider in the whole Military of this country. For the gear, I'll take what I want as the bounty. If you want to claim the bounty on Durz's head, then you will split it with those who come with 'Us'. Do we have a Deal?" Taking the meat of the lance, she looked towards where the man was again to see if he was still standing there. Once the meat was off, shew ould twirl her lance in her fingers and threw it heavily at the frame of where the man was standing. Making it stick in the frame to give the man a bit of a scare then anything. "Come out of the rain and show yourself or Sorrow Will." A low hiss came from her Wyvern's mouth as they kept looking towards him.
He heard the blue haired woman as she declined. Though it was unfortunate he knew that it was not wise to expect cooperation of strangers let alone a fast answer of yes if any. Though for the younger girl to offer atleast until the boarder, it certainly made sense. His hand slowly propped onto his wyvern's snout as he slowly patted it's snout and began to rub the scales along the nose. His other hand remained upon his knee while he lifted his head to look into the direction of the sudden toss of meat. Though it didn't wake his wyvern it further took his focus to that point. However the sudden hiss of the other wyvern not only woke his but caused Astraeus to lift his head and sniff in the direction though keeping himself wrapped around Ilheod. Ilheod knew his response to the young knight but would wait until the intruder revealed himself. A man who skulked around could often be dangerous, if not for the nature of the situation alone. His wyvern sniffed in the direction while Ilheod shifted his had to pat it at the base of it's neck to keep it from reacting similarly. Astraeus was hard to calm down once he got defensive.
"Aye, a soldier does as he's told, but a Captain? He looks out for his men; then worries about orders.."
Willow bade all of the other travelers farewell, raising her hand in salute as she exited the stable with Storm. Hopefully, this errand of hers would be successful, and with Elimine's blessing, the weather would turn soon.
"C'mon, Storm. We can weather this," she said, as her mount raced off into the gale.
Lieutenant Venessa threw her lance to where the squelchy footfalls came from. A man in blue stood a few inches away from the pillar where it stuck. There was an awkward silence. Suddenly, Miss Willow bade herself farewell - she must be in a hurry to get to her destination that she was willing to venture outside in the pouring rain. Alizarin watched her leave along with her steed to brave the storm. Perhaps he should leave too.
"I think I may have to refuse as well." He eventually said, stood up and picked up his drying things. His cloak was still slightly wet. He sighed and clasped it around his equally wet shoulders. It was not that he disliked having a job; it was simply that he just wanted a peaceful day for once.
He walked towards the wooden doors and peered through the rain - it seemed that it would let up in a few minutes. Good. Without as much as a farewell, he rushed outside and into the dying storm.