[ Under her hood, Alix's head jerks slightly - like the idea of using portals to cross the vast distance didn't even occur to her... because quite honestly, it didn't. Here she was resigning herself to a long and awkward ride interspersed with the occasional melee here and there if they were unlucky. That also means leaving her horse behind is a foregone conclusion, which she isn't so thrilled about, but sacrifices must needs be made in the name of alacrity. The knight sighs heavily... but concedes the point with good grace. ]
That does seem like the best approach.
[ A shaft of dim light filtering through the skewed slat siding of the little hut falls over her face as she shifts her weight from one leg to the other, the brief suggestion of eyes gleaming behind the slitted visor, there and gone again as she turns aside, motioning out the door with a casual cant of her head in open invitation.
Adventure awaits. ]
You're likely better acquainted with esoteric travel, so I bow to your expertise in this matter. Shall we get moving, then?
[ Ah, yes. Definitely should have said something. What should he have expected? That she had footed the journey or mayhaps followed the guidance of grace? Though the latter he has found has become more troubling, as the favor of the Erdtree has grown more and more resigned.
Ah, well. Though he cannot adequately surmise any sort of look of disappointment on her face. The sorcerer is not unfamiliar with the troubles of obtaining such a treasure. ]
Soon enough. I would be remiss to subject your mount to the land octopi. Since you've so kindly volunteered your time.
[He withdraws something from his pouch and scrawls a few symbols along the shack's inner wall which seem to glow and fade as soon as they're written. ]
There. With any luck, the wanderer who often combs this beach should come fetch your horse. Keep it safe for your returning.
[Better than leaving it to pure fate. He gives the wooden frame a kindly pat before stepping outside.]
[ Alix hesitates briefly - regarding the marked wall in quiet contemplation for a moment - but follows his lead in turn, slinking along in his wake like some mercurial shadow of faded velvet and ancient silver. He's asking a lot of her to extend trust to a stranger that may just make off with her horse altogether, but now's not the time to get squirrelly about transport!
Instead, the knight wordlessly strips the spurs from her heels, tucking them away somewhere they won't make a horrendous amount of noise while they're enroute. ]
So... tell me more about this wondrous portal you've found. [ What a pair they must make. Rogier, with his spellblade's silks, and then her, looking like a haunted mansion setpiece, peaceably plodding along. Companionable chatter hardly goes amiss in this sort of atmosphere.
Her head tilts slightly in his direction as they walk, a subtle invitation to expand on their destination. ] Been shinning up and down the walls in the past, have we? You must've used it before to be so confident in where it leads.
[ Speaking on a purely tactical basis, it would be helpful to know what to expect, or at least get some insight on his thought process; it often pays to know how to adapt to a magic user's personal quirks if glintstone starts flying, whether as an adversary or ally. ]
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That also means leaving her horse behind is a foregone conclusion, which she isn't so thrilled about, but sacrifices must needs be made in the name of alacrity.
The knight sighs heavily... but concedes the point with good grace. ]
That does seem like the best approach.
[ A shaft of dim light filtering through the skewed slat siding of the little hut falls over her face as she shifts her weight from one leg to the other, the brief suggestion of eyes gleaming behind the slitted visor, there and gone again as she turns aside, motioning out the door with a casual cant of her head in open invitation.
Adventure awaits. ]
You're likely better acquainted with esoteric travel, so I bow to your expertise in this matter. Shall we get moving, then?
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Ah, well. Though he cannot adequately surmise any sort of look of disappointment on her face. The sorcerer is not unfamiliar with the troubles of obtaining such a treasure. ]
Soon enough. I would be remiss to subject your mount to the land octopi. Since you've so kindly volunteered your time.
[He withdraws something from his pouch and scrawls a few symbols along the shack's inner wall which seem to glow and fade as soon as they're written. ]
There. With any luck, the wanderer who often combs this beach should come fetch your horse. Keep it safe for your returning.
[Better than leaving it to pure fate. He gives the wooden frame a kindly pat before stepping outside.]
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Instead, the knight wordlessly strips the spurs from her heels, tucking them away somewhere they won't make a horrendous amount of noise while they're enroute. ]
So... tell me more about this wondrous portal you've found. [ What a pair they must make. Rogier, with his spellblade's silks, and then her, looking like a haunted mansion setpiece, peaceably plodding along. Companionable chatter hardly goes amiss in this sort of atmosphere.
Her head tilts slightly in his direction as they walk, a subtle invitation to expand on their destination. ] Been shinning up and down the walls in the past, have we? You must've used it before to be so confident in where it leads.
[ Speaking on a purely tactical basis, it would be helpful to know what to expect, or at least get some insight on his thought process; it often pays to know how to adapt to a magic user's personal quirks if glintstone starts flying, whether as an adversary or ally. ]