Zander's rant was stopped mid way by Nymira's hand across his face. He may have staggered and he may have clenched his fist ready to knock the holier-than-thou attitude from her but stopped at Ethan's voice. He scowled down at the ground and tried his best to keep the stinging tears from his eyes. He hadn't been hit like that since his mother had banished him from [i]his[/i] temple. He hadn't been struck like that by someone lesser than himself and it made a fire well up in his soul. She was so stuck on her own version of honor, she was blind to what real honor was. Sucking in a breath through clenched teeth, he ignored the others. Got onto his borrowed mare, and kicked it hard in the sides taking off forward without the others. He ignored Geoffrey's call for him to slow down, but Zander knew his own way back to Warren. He had skipped the town to head here. He muttered under his breath about Dimura Ladies being beneath him. He was a Starsion, they were lesser races. 

Slowing his pace, he waited near the tree clearing into the open plain, his eyes burning with a rage and his lungs burning for breath. He hadn't realized he had been holding it since he took off at a trot. Pulling at his satchel attached to his hip, he pulled out the Corrupted Seal Paper and scowled. He would wait a little longer for them, Geoffrey was probably just as annoyed with him as he was annoyed with Nymira.


Geoffrey called after the healer and let out a sigh. He patted his own horse in another comforting moment. "'e's being a prat." Letting out a breathy sigh, he looked at his following and trotted up to Ethan as they started towards Warren. "Next town up, Warren, not the same size mind, got a few trades and shops, me Aunt," he wanted to forget about what just happened. He didn't know how to feel about this side to Zander. "She runs the Silver Coffer. Not too norm, but it be wha' it be. 's 'bout a day and 'alf ride wif da horses..."

He looked towards Cecil in the cart and tilted his head as Nymira muttered to her own horse, "Ease on da reigns luv. Skittish boy ya got there. Da moron might a' annoyed ja, but ain't no reason ta take it ou' on da horse." He smiled to show he was just trying to help. He had heard the smack, he didn't want to feel something like that himself. "We be headin' toward da clearin' not to near dat ship, jus' outta eye range."

When Amuné asked shyly for him to play something, he felt a tension leave his shoulders. Zander may not have realized it yet, but he had surrounded himself by some gentle people. It would rub off soon enough on the Noble Temple child. For his age, he acted like he was a King in the land of the meager. Geoffrey had beat some of it out of him, in different ways, but a week was only so long to attack someones toxic personality traits. Leaning down, he plucked a reed from the ground and held it out to the young girl.

"You gotta tell me a few stories of your little beastie there," he smiled at the moor cat, Wyth. "I'll do ya un betta. I'll play for ya this time, but learnin' the reed flute is fun. Good for a good scare too."

Using his legs he guided his beauty to walk, patted her ears as she lay them back as if expecting the noise he was about to use. Placing his thumbs together with the reed inbetween said thumbs, he brought the thing strip to his mouth and blew. A shrill shrieking sent a few birds in the trees above scattering, the horses gave neighs of shock his own horse flicked her mane in annoyance and Geoffrey chuckled.

"Use dat one ta wake Zander up," he winked. "He loves it." Dropping the reed he pulled his flute out and grinned at their looks. Placing it to his lips he took a deep breath through his nose, and let his worry, his anger, and his fear of travelling before being called home and played. He felt it fitting for this small gathering and let the music soothe the souls of the weary.