Ridahne gave a little nod. "Darin," she repeated. "Hm, forgot some humans didn't have family names. Not that it's important anyway. It's been twenty years since I've been to the human lands. I've forgotten a lot of things about it." Ridahne didn't look to be a day over thirty, though something about those eyes of her suggested otherwise. Elves were not immortal (the question always irritated Ridahne when she was asked by some drunkard at a small town tavern) but they did live for hundreds of years. Ridahne was a very young hundred and three. 

Mitaja, who had disappeared for a while, emerged from the underbrush a little ahead of them, shared eye contact with her handler for a moment, and then vanished as quickly as she'd come. "Greyrock? Mmm..." Ridahne craned her head back to try and steal a peek at the sun, then around at her surroundings. "An hour, at this pace. Tsura has good paces, he can run very fast for a long time, but not with two and all my gear." Ridahne patted the buckskin gelding's neck. "You're stiff. I can feel you on the saddle. Relax a bit at the hips and you'll be more comfortable. And if you're going to continue this...journey, you should know how to use a weapon, or you'll get robbed again. I happen to be a specialist with blades, I can teach you some things and help you find a little dagger that suits you." The sword on her back was easily visible, and now that Darin was up close she was able to see the delicate silver inlay into the dark, polished handle and the single raw sapphire set into the leather scabbard. But Ridahne lifted her sleeveless gray shirt a little at the back to reveal her two knives. Only part of them were visible under the fabric when she lifted it, but by their size and something about the worn look of them, they were clearly not meant for hunting and shaving kindling. They were for fighting. 

"You don't strike me as the fighting type and, from what I remember, most human females don't fight. Right? Pity. But you need to know how to defend yourself if you'll be on the road for any length of time. There won't always be a Veerkari'e to save you." Her accent got extra thick whenever she spoke her own language, even just one word of it.