Talen looked at Zagary out of the corner of his eyes, a brief moment of thought and a glance down the rest of the party passing before he scowled in mock annoyance and retorted with as much of a provocative smirk as he could manage faced with their dark road. "Oh please, you may not squeal like a bitch but I'm sure you'll run like one. Ain't no harm in finding out what we'll have to do without your help." He snorted derisively and spat, his smile fading into a frown that little bit too quickly for one that was genuine. The horizon held no tales to tell for his eyes as he resumed an impatient scanning of it, and impatience to actually achieve something soon settled back upon him. Despite his worries, in spite of his doubts, there was no hesitation. They would do this, and they would succeed. The only question was at what cost. What power or ability "The Sunsinger" had he did not know, but prophecies and magic had never been his thing. No more so with the shards of memory of his past self being torn apart by wild elemental forces conjured up by some infernal magic. One that had returned to haunt them, he guessed. The large feline moved readily at Zagary's command, and it was difficult to imagine her other form as the cat flew through the snow like a gust of wind rippling through the white-gray stillness. He wished for a moment that he could run like the predator, freely and swiftly into the distance. Away from his worries and into action. He shook his head and took to watching the skies again, with as much focus as he could muster. He was afraid, sure. But even more so he wanted to get this done, to succeed and have everyone return safely. He could almost taste degtine on his lips and see the smiles of his kin, and his steps fell faster and steadier at the thought. |