Erikal had difficulty following the Witch's line of thought. She seemed far too pleased to have figured out Redd's secret. That troubled the Drykas for One-Eye's sake. Other ideas and concepts sprung from her lips. Some words he could process in the common tongue, others he had no inkling as to their meaning. His brow furrowed to hear the world described as dull in her estimate. He wondered at that. He found the Sea of Grass anything but boring. Perhaps he had failed to fully grasp her previous phrasing.
When her blood-red gaze once again fell over him, he felt suddenly naked. As if her scrutiny alone could probe the depths of his soul. He backed away a step, looking over his shoulder to Korvas. His strider looked relieved for his attention, issuing an anxious neigh whilst he restlessly moved to and fro. Erikal tended to agree with that sentiment. When he looked back to the cluster of rocks and the excited pale lady, he was profoundly glad to see those eyes fixed elsewhere.
It was always a thing of wonder to see Redd change from wolf to woman. He felt her presence nigh, padding warily away from the rock formation. But when he searched the ground for her, Redd the wolf had vanished to be replaced by Redd the human. She looked so very exposed to him. Not in the physically naked sense, though she certainly was that, but in a fragile place where her mind could be led astray. He prayed to Caiyha that he was mistaken. One-Eye was tough and had been through so much. Surely this mysterious woman could not inflict any harm on her that she was not ready for.
Nevertheless, Erikal did what he felt was proper and stepped close to her, shielding her protectively from the pale lady's speculative gaze. Much to his surprise, Redd deigned they were in for a longer social visit than he might have liked; coming to sit upon the soil and grass in the middle of the wind-swept valley. The warrior-hunter shot her an exasperated look.
Inquiries abound. Erikal's brown mane whipped side to side, questions he would rather not give or hear the answer for, voiced aloud. The simple fact that the witch was intrigued and wished to know about the moving city was reason enough to deny her useful information. Redd's query, though perfectly reasonable, was not something he cared to learn. Whatever and whoever this lady was could be kept secret for another century for all he cared. Surely no good would come of the knowledge.
Seeing as it was his place to answer her latest curiosity, he spoke up, "Endrykas is home. City of my people, the Drykas. We travel the Cyphrus plains with the herd," he offered. Silently cursing himself for telling her as much as he had.
When her blood-red gaze once again fell over him, he felt suddenly naked. As if her scrutiny alone could probe the depths of his soul. He backed away a step, looking over his shoulder to Korvas. His strider looked relieved for his attention, issuing an anxious neigh whilst he restlessly moved to and fro. Erikal tended to agree with that sentiment. When he looked back to the cluster of rocks and the excited pale lady, he was profoundly glad to see those eyes fixed elsewhere.
It was always a thing of wonder to see Redd change from wolf to woman. He felt her presence nigh, padding warily away from the rock formation. But when he searched the ground for her, Redd the wolf had vanished to be replaced by Redd the human. She looked so very exposed to him. Not in the physically naked sense, though she certainly was that, but in a fragile place where her mind could be led astray. He prayed to Caiyha that he was mistaken. One-Eye was tough and had been through so much. Surely this mysterious woman could not inflict any harm on her that she was not ready for.
Nevertheless, Erikal did what he felt was proper and stepped close to her, shielding her protectively from the pale lady's speculative gaze. Much to his surprise, Redd deigned they were in for a longer social visit than he might have liked; coming to sit upon the soil and grass in the middle of the wind-swept valley. The warrior-hunter shot her an exasperated look.
Inquiries abound. Erikal's brown mane whipped side to side, questions he would rather not give or hear the answer for, voiced aloud. The simple fact that the witch was intrigued and wished to know about the moving city was reason enough to deny her useful information. Redd's query, though perfectly reasonable, was not something he cared to learn. Whatever and whoever this lady was could be kept secret for another century for all he cared. Surely no good would come of the knowledge.
Seeing as it was his place to answer her latest curiosity, he spoke up, "Endrykas is home. City of my people, the Drykas. We travel the Cyphrus plains with the herd," he offered. Silently cursing himself for telling her as much as he had.
