Revna shrugged and accepted the dagger from Katrina. "Your loss. Its a fine weapon," the woman said as she secured the long dagger in her saddle. Revna didn't put a moment's thought into why Katrina would turn away the weapon. Such was their way together. 

Revna continued securing her equipment, double-checking straps and making sure she'd brought everything. Not that she could go back for it now, though. From behind her, she could practically [i]feel[/i] the growing tension between Katrina and Sage. [i]Let them fight,[/i] Revna thought. [i]A little blood to start our journey would be a good omen anyways.[/i] 

Then, she could [i]smell[/i] the tension. Ozone, sweet and pungent. Revna spun around warily just in time to see Sage's hand engulfed in brilliant blue flames, like nothing she'd ever seen from her friend or anyone esle. She paused, her face working, rubbing the gently pulsing muscle in her jaw, as if deciding how to react. Then she erupted into laughter, hands on her hips. 

"Hah! And here I thought you were all brawn and muscle," Revna said. "A good lesson though. Looks can be deceiving. I guess I should thank you, for not using that bit of magic in our fights," she added, imagining a sparring session where she was covered head to toe in blue fire. Still, Revna was pleased that her companion seemed to have some tricks up her sleeve. [i]Won't have to worry about that one anymore,[/i] Revna thought, not that she ever had. 

She wanted to ask the girl why she'd kept this secret from her but figured the woman had her reasons, and would either tell her in good time or never tell her at all. Revna didn't mind either way. It was not her place to know the minds of others. She assumed it had something to do with the Order, so secrecy was certainly warranted. Many people in the villages were wary of magic users who operated outside the jurisdiction of the Order, but Revna held no such qualms. Mages were revered by her people, although their magics differed greatly from those monks of the south. Or so her father had told her. 

She turned back to her horse, missing Katrina's own magical display, and finished her preparations, laughing at Sage's hand that was free from any ring. "Can't believe he [i]proposed[/i]! You should have set him on fire." She paused and thought for a moment. "No, nevermind. Would be a shame to melt that handsome face." Revna put one foot in a stirrup and lifted herself into the saddle. "Good on you though, not taking the bait. Hate to make this journey without you." She took the reins up in her hand, and with the slightest pressure from one leg, Valdur turned to the two women as if Revna would have the horse look upon them as well.

[quote=@Blizz]
[color=red]"Roads past the mountain are safer under daylight. We get past them, there's a place an hour after, Moonhorn Ridge. Demons wont go there- It's dead land for miles and you'd see 'em over the cliffs if they planned to ambush. Safe enough first night on the way,"[/color] She shared this insight with Osric and the new kid, because Katrina had camped there a few times. Moonhorn Ridge was worthless to anyone that didn't bring food before setting foot there, nothing would grow and thus nothing could graze. And so demons couldn't put up a stronghold of enslaved humans. Katrina [i]was[/i] the guide, after all.
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Revna was somewhat disappointed at the less-than-scenic description of Moonhorn Ridge. It souunded like a wasteland, with neither natural beauty to admire nor foes to confront. In short, boring. But it would be ideal for learning more of their companions and get some travelling in, working out any issues with their equipment. A trial run, of sorts. Revna spotted the young man in the back and, as if completely forgetting the lesson she'd just learned, leaned down to the two women and whispered, "Who's this little scrap of man? Surely they're not coming along."