Watching Trix feed the two slate-gray-and-black pups earned an approving nod from the Druid. A wise person always tended their animals before themselves, especially when the state of those animals might mean life or death for their owner. Sledders and horsemen probably knew this better than anyone.

Setting her cutlery aside, Rilana noticed how uncomfortably Trix became on the subject of magic and regretted bringing it up. It was just so hard not to. She wasn't used to keeping it a secret from friends. While she glanced up Trix from under long eyelashes, something in a satchel hanging down by her hip stirred and Rilana cleared her throat, shifting it behind her. The scent of so much roasted and smoked meat was making the baby balauradon stir.

[color=00aeef]"Gryphons tend to avoid other people when they can. They are very suspicious, but can also be fiercely loyal."[/color] She felt Khona grow haughty and swell with pride. [color=00aeef]"Perhaps one day you will meet Khona."[/color]

Lana sighed and rached for Trix's hand, folding it in both of hers, though her grip on the left was fairly ginger. Her brow lifted a bit as Trix mentioned magic again. The human seemed...hopeful? [color=00aeef]"I promise, if I wasn't in such a hurry to get home I would love to see Ruby Banks and your shop. I think you give me too much credit, but it does feel good to be so well thought of in this place. I was only expecting animosity or fear."[/color] There was a fond look in her pale visage as her gaze skirted the golden tendrils of Trix's hair and along her jawline back to her adorable nose and finally her pretty eyes, as though the moon fey was deliberately memorizing her face. She scooted closer.

[color=00aeef]"I have some things at home to take care of, but perhaps when the winter storms clear I will find myself wondering what spring looks like in Ruby Banks. Your pups will be quite big by then, it would only be right for me to look in on them. And then we can talk about creatures [i]or magic[/i] or...whatever you want."[/color] She smiled and, impulsively, leaned in to press her soft pink lips against Trix's cheek. With the fiery burns on her shoulder, a hug would have been too painful. Even as she breathed in the summery smell of the human's hair, the two-headed monster in the bag hanging at her hip shifted again and she knew it was time to go.

[color=00aeef]"I'm glad to have met you, Trix. Look for me if you ever end up in the Frostfell."[/color] She stood with an unhumanly smooth swiftness and patted both of the ridgeback pups on the head. With a lingering look over her narrow shoulder, she made her way back to the road and lands beyond, a silver-and-white raven fluttering down from the sky to settle on her shoulder.