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[b][i]Karn
Fiore || Magnolia || Phoenix Wing Guild >>> Village of Mt. Hakobe
Interacting: Jamie, Zenoram/Zero, Mithera, Damian, Melina[/i][/b][/center]

Karn watched as everyone exited the Guild, looking a bit surprised to see a somewhat a little classy carriage. The dark wood clean and untouched and the gold designs and wheels shimmering gingerly. Still, Melina opened a door and got inside. As Mithera lightly nuzzled his side, the black horse gave a soft whinny of happiness and watched her go closer to the carriage. As the strange man from earlier bursted into the Guild, followed by a little girl and Jamie, Karn tipped his head a little, the long mane brushing against his muzzle. Chuckling as Jamie stood right in front of the doors, he nodded his head happily and cheerfully chirped. 

[color=lime]"We'll be back soon GM! Have fun with all our new friends!"[/color] he cheered. Soon Damian and Zero came out as well and once everyone was situated comfortably, the black stallion hummed happily before started pulling the carriage. 

At first, the pace slow as they crossed through Magnolia before picking up his pace as they reached the open path. Bringing his pace to a gentle canter as he went along. Although he did try to avoid holes in the path, the carriage at times did rock and bump once in awhile on the trip. Obviously, Karn was quite used to pulling carriages and being harnessed up like he was. As well as somewhat know where he is going. It was nice being useful in anyway he could, including playing the part as a pet. A role he's played before. It was quite nice A little odd. But nice.

Occasionally he slowed when coming up with a cross in the road, reading the signs before resuming on their journey. He could go faster if he turned into his Chimera form, but that might be too much for the his passengers and the carriage. It took quite a bit of time, but Karn's pace never let up and he could see the mountain seem to get bigger as they drew closer. The village nearby the mountain just a speck, but in sight. It would still take sometime getting there and since Melina mentioned needing to stop, he slowed his pace.

Slowling to a trot, the black stallion turned his head slightly to glance back at the carriage. [color=lime]"Everyone doing alright? Do you need to stretch your legs? Or do some mid transforming?"[/color] he called as his pace slowed to a simple walk now. His breaths a little heavy, snorts coming from the horse's nostrils as he tried taking in air.