"Wa--warlock," Naya parroted, stumbling over the new word a little as she repeated it back to Amon. She sounded just as hesitant about it as he did, so she assumed he didn't use the word much either. [i]'What a strange witc--warlock,'[/i] she mused, lowering her hands now that other seemed more at ease with her.

“If you are seeking shelter then you can come with me, I will take you to the city and the Council will be able to help you. They are always willing to help fellow mage-kind when they can, although they will refer to you as a sorceress not as witch, it is merely our way,” Amon informs before climbing back up onto Ormuzhd and sifting through his saddlebag, producing another odd looking cloak that was much like his own and tossing it to her. The witch catches it and stares down at it, running a thumb over the material to better access it. The man tells her to put it on and after a moment of apprehension she relents, pulling the strange garment on with little grace. It covers her face so that only her eyes are visible and Naya shifts uncomfortably, having never been so clothed in her entire life. The brunette wants to pull it off the very second she has it on, but resists the urge so she doesn’t offend Amon.

“Is the council your coven?” Naya asks curiously, approaching Ormuzhd and laying her hand against its side delicately, before flicking her eyes up to meet Amon’s. She had never heard a witch call their home a city, since they mostly considered that a human term. After a moment or two longer Naya averts her gaze and swallows nervously before admitting, “I’ve never ridden an animal before. How am I supposed to get on?”