The man she was riding with didn't respond, his own violet eyes, far colder than Catiel's, slowing eying the landscape. After a few moments, he spoke.

"I told you, wear a cloak." His voice was soft, yet tinted with harshness. "Protects you from the sun, and places something else in between you and the snake." He explained, tugging at the orange cloth wrapped around the section of the snake he was riding. A giant Eastern Hognose, orange with a black strip down the middle, tan lines going across it's body.

The older elf was wrapped up in an orange cloak, hood up, hiding his short, also orange hair. Orange being the color of his family, with which they were known throughout the elven kingdom. He stooped, pulling the hood down. His face seemed to be made out of stone, despite his young age of 16, with his eyes being oddly devoid of life.

"Catiel, do you know why we're out here?" He asked.