With both Amuné and Nymira scolding him Geoffrey let out a proper laugh this time. He apologized to the girls horse with a serious expression as he let the notes hang up in the air. It was a somber tone, best done with drums and a few other instruments to back him up but he played to the best of his ability.

As he played he kept his eyes sharp on all that was going on around him, from Cecil's seemingly need to shrink into himself, to Ethan's want of a nice rest. As the moved along the main road, Zander fell in line beside Geoffrey his eyes staring straight ahead and a large red handprint on his face to show for his lack of tongue control.

Geoffrey raised an eyebrow as he continued to play softly, still using his legs to guide his own horse. Shaking his head and decided he would talk to Zander when he went to the river to cleanse himself like he always did every night.


It didn't seem to take long for the sun to fall into the earth like it always did, he motioned to a small place for encampments and helped Ethan set up the tent and get a decent fire going. Digging into his mother's food she packed for the group, he passed out hard rolls and put the ingredients for the soup to boil and to leave simmer for the morning meal.

"I know of a few shops," Geoffrey said as he used his water skin to wash out his bowl. "Mind you, they aren't to friendly with outsiders unless you have the coin up front to pay for the items. The seamstress is... harsh, to your kind." Geoffrey shrugged but didn't go into more details. Nymira seemed to be the type to know when diplomacy was the best option.

As Ethan and Amuné lay down, Geoffrey headed towards Wyth, a few chunks of meat from the soup in the bowl for the large moor cat. He wasn't sure if he should get close so just lay the bowl down and stood stretching. "If you lot want, we can continue on..." He silenced himself. It could wait til the morning when they all awoke. So long as nothing happened. "I'm off to grab Zander from his meditation." He pet the horses as he passed and stopped at the cart and nodded to Cecil. He wasn't sure what to make of the young Muran. 

Heading towards the soft roar of the river he once more plucked a reed from the ground and played a few bars that he could waiting for Zander to acknowledge him.

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Zander didn't eat, he felt restless and stood waist deep in the cold waters. He wasn't far from the shore on grounds the river had to be deep enough to allow passage to ships and it's cargo. It was calmer here with a minor undertow to it, the corrupted Seal Paper floated just inches above the stream refusing to be submerged. Five other papers lay on the waters surface making up the star points to help him purge it.

He was temple born, he knew the rites, the passages to recite. He may not have his magic at full power but he didn't need to rely on his Magi blood to make this paper obey his command. Cursing once more as the paper refused to bow to his will and seemed to bite back like insects crawled over his skin trying to find an opening.

Hearing the notes he scowled, "I never truly told you, but I don't trust them. They're Magi. I'm a member of the Church through blood. Part of me is raging at this cast of the die. Not only that, but this PROVES an agent of the Church was sent to kill the mayor and throw the town into a spiraling circle of decay. A spiral which I had a part in creating, might I add."

Geoffrey didn't make a sound but continued to play softly to show he was listening to the other's plight.

"Nymira... Ethan... Amuné... Cecil..." Zander scowled at the Paper. "What are they after and why would the Church... or was it a total coincidence they appeared when the members of the Church struck..." Giving up finally Zander turned his back on the Seal Paper and had the five he had crafted lay upon it. Attempting to seal whatever purpose it had. Putting it from his mind he tilted his head at the trees lining the riverbank. "Not going to join me?"

Geoffrey chuckled at that and showed himself. He wouldn't turn that down.

They returned to the encampment, Zander utterly soaking wet threw a log onto the fire to help dry him off completely and lay down and stared up at the stars with Geoffrey right at his side. He let his eyes flutter shut, a million thoughts clamouring for attention, which he would ignore for this night. He would figure out what his Mother was up too. He had to protect Geoffrey.