Happy Trails To You!

[Ignotus Everto]

Oh, poor little Edreina... Deception came so unnaturally to her. It was sweet in a way... And exceedingly dangerous in several others. Granted, it was nice to know she was obviously telling the truth when she espoused the horse's very appealing virtues, but it was not so nice when there was a knife-happy Myrian who seemed to be on edge.

As if on cue Razkar arranged for the redhead to leave earshot, his friendly demeanor dropping like a lead brick soon after.

The wizard fell to the warrior's side, hands clasping behind his back. "They truly are beautiful, no?" he said ambiguously. The smile was obfuscating now. A mask behind which gears whirred and clicked. Better be coincidence... Displeasure at encountering an employer? A warning, perhaps? His face hitched a little when Edreina flubbed her lie... But he was nervous before that. He had to know more. Thus; the sentence. With luck, Razkar's reaction would reveal the source of his irritation. Well, that or he'd try to punch Ignotus in the neck. That would be somewhat less helpful.

[Razkar]

Don't... rise to it...

Razkar had to repeat that a few times until the red tendrils biting at the edge of his vision cleared. Until his gnosis ceased its growling and calmed at his neck. He breathed deep and let the fragrance of cut grass and horse sweat and the first vanguard of Fall's chill permeate him, fuel that rational voice he'd come to rely on.

Don't assume anything with him. Don't erupt into something you can't control. It hired you for something. You're an asset, a useful one. Why would he endanger that.

It probably is a coincidence. Until you know otherwise - not suspect, know - act... civilized.

The Myrian unconsciously aped the Nuit's pose: hands clasped behind his back, rictus of good-natured politeness stretched back over a face ill-designed for it. But the spark of joy and affection... that was real. The sight of her bouncing in the saddle, enraptured in the speed and power of her mount... it soothed his indignation more than the voice did.

"Indeed. Very beautiful."

He fumbled around for something else to say, but small talk was never Razkar's forte. Instead he shuffled slightly and got to the task at hand, the reason for them being there.

"She would make you a fair offer, and you would gain a loyal animal. She has no lies in her... not really. An innocent, in many ways. Something to be protected, I always thought. But the world has a habit of robbing those like her of her good intentions. Fortunately, she has others who would safeguard her.

Razkar's eyes slid over to him, black orbs as quick as a snake's, taking in the unearthly palor and the veins that seemed blacker and more complex on that pale flesh than the last time they met.

Not too far, boy.

"No matter what."

Razkar left it at that, and in the space of a breath, some of his forced affability returned.

"Do you ride much? The bit, bridle and saddle would come with the horse, I'm sure. Perhaps you have your own...?"