Location:
Llobrokor Mountains
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“Eat? But I’m not hungry…” Sucaria replied in her usual somewhat distant manner to Lunas request.

“...Luna…” Elnith sighed, frowning slightly as she’d hold a hand to the side of her face. “How can you have such a blessed appearance yet be so wholly innocent…” The other swordswoman would say with a mildly troubled expression as Fio would dismount their steed. Truthfully, it was a good idea. They’d likely have to leave the horses behind soon enough anyways. No way they were getting through the mountains.

“Nhn? Annoyed?” Sucaria, instead of dismounting from the steed, would dismount from the steed as well, quietly looking at Fio curiously, hand still in her dress as she’d take a few moments to contemplate her response. “...No? Not annoyed. Wanted to give something.” She’d say with a small frown, pulling her hand from her dress.

And produced a small canteen.

“...you seemed nervous…?”

If Fio happened to look inside the flask, the drink was a suspiciously dark red color.

It was then, the party would become aware of a tiny, somewhat irritated and angry sounding voice coming from Luna’s steed. Specifically, a little bag on the back flank of the horse.

“Hey! HEEEY! Why you gotta put me here of all places this animal reeks!” The fairy, having previously named herself as ‘Wisp’. “C’mon let me out already I’ve served my time lemme oooout! I’ll curse every last one of yooou, grrrr!”

The growling was much less threatening then she likely thought.

Location
Harzel Plains
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[color=fff79a]“We’ve already slayed the beast. Its source is no longer.”[/color] Sorcha responded to Luana.[color=fff79a] “Rather, I was more interested in the fire itself. Does it feel…unnatural? Strange? It is fine if you cant say. I was merely curious as to what your druidic powers could tell us about it.”[/color] Reinhardt, accepting the blade would sheathe it at his side as the group would travel along the path…and not far in the distance they would find the Harzel fort.

And next to it, the now butchered body of the great Wyvern.

Before they could approach, however, a familiar set of faces would ride up. Lonan followed briefly not far after by Grainne. The girl had a number of bandages adorning her face and she wasn’t wearing her armor. Seemed she was still healing a bit from the beating she took from the Wyvern she had fought.

“Sir Reinhardt! Sir Ethelred…and…” Lonan would slow his horse to a halt as he’d come upon them. “...your Majesty.” A reverent bow of his head followed.

[color=fff79a]“Ahaha, no need to be so formal with me, Sir Lonan. As far as I’m concerned your aid was invaluable in slaying that beast.”[/color]

“Your kindness is appreciated, your Majesty. I say much the same to you three. I must say, the unkind rumors the knights are spreading about you are quite…well, completely false it seems.”

[color=fff79a]“Hmph, I do not let such things bother me, and you should not either. With time, they will accept me as Queen.”[/color]

“...quite confident of that, aren't you?”

[color=fff79a]“Yes. I am.”[/color] Sorcha’s eyes briefly fell on Grainne. [color=fff79a]“Your squire?”[/color]

“Yes, Grainne.” Strangely, the redhead didn’t seem her usual fiery self that the two of them had met during the incident.

[color=fff79a]“Well, then, shall we head to the fort?”[/color]

“Of course, your majesty.”