Rilana was quick to tie the tent flap down, both to prevent it from letting out the warm air (it was such a strange new thing to be concerned about!) and to add another level of certainty onto their privacy. Turning back to the large male, the Moon Fey seemed nervous, crossing her arms over her slender torso.

For now, Ortha simply stirred enough to eyeball the furry creature that had suddenly appeared in her space, but as he didn't seem to be threatening at the moment, she resumed ner snooze.

When Chartrose spoke again, Rilana's expression turned knowing, sympathetic, and she nodded. A tendril of her silvery hair fell from behind her long, pointed ear. [color=00aeef]"I know. Trust me, I know."[/color] She gestured towards Ortha as an example and then tucked the little Effigy into her pocket, patting it fondly. 

Her silvery brows furrowed at the charr's intense tone and his unspoken concern, but when she realized what he was saying, her face relaxed. [color=00aeef]"It's Frigmount, not Fridgemount, but no matter how you pronounce it you'll be happy to know that unlike anywhere in the south, the Frostfell never lost its magic. Druids are well-known and welcome among my kind, so you needn't worry about hiding Tricia from my kin. But you DO have to worry about her perishing before we ever make it there..."[/color]

Rilana knew she was rambling a bit, trying to work up the courage for what she was going to do next.

[color=00aeef]"Forgive me, but I am assuming that if you could send her away with an effigy you would have alreay done so to spare her from the cold. But I wanted you to know there is another way..."[/color] Rilana bit her lip in a hesitant pout.

[color=00aeef]"Effigies aren't the only thing... You can make a Mark out of Tricia too. On your body. You may already know this. I couldn't...I couldn't tell because of all your fur." [/color]

[i][color=fff200]Not that you have anything against fur,[/color][/i] Kona reminded her, and he was deliberately vague enough that she couldn't tell if her gryphon was talking about himself or Svarak. She could feel his arrogant pride building up, because he knew what she was thinking.

[color=00aeef]"I've only done it once, and I have no idea how to teach someone how to do it...but if you try you just might be able to...to help Tricia." [/color]Rilana tried to keep the warm-weather raptor's well-being in mind, focusing on helping Chartrose's Familiar as she slowly turned her back on the charr and fumbled with the front of her cloak.

The cold started biting at her as soon as she pulled the supple cloak off, but there were still several layers to go. First her reindeer hide vest, then the thick pale blue linen shirt under that. Finally, Rilana let the soft suede camisole slide down to her waist until her back was bare. Or it would have been bare, if not for Kona.

Rilana's skin was as moon-white as the rest of her, almost statuesque with the alabaster hue, the barest hint of pink proving that she was alive and not some animated marble thing. And it would have been flawless, except for the massive tattoo that nearly covered her back. A proud gryphon peering up haughtily at Chartrose, all black and white like a creature of the forever-winter, only piercing yellow eyes that watching him, catlike and predatory. Even as Rilana gave the man a chance to look, Kona lashed his tail and flared his wings until it almost seemed they would burst from the Moon Fey's skin. As her fellow Druid, only Chartrose would be able to instantly recognize the Mark for a Familiar. 

[color=00aeef]"His name is Kona. I Marked him half a year ago when I first left my home. I don't know exactly how I did it, I just felt him, knew that I didn't want to be apart, and the magic in our Bond made it happen. I wanted to show you because I know how much it would hurt if something happened to my Kona and I didn't want that for you."[/color] She was glancing over her shoulder, her cheekbone flushed pink, and she quickly pulled her shirt up.