Tales of Neutral Ground IC

[Amnestic]

Kett stays quiet when they shoo the mob away and begin the ride, mostly to cover up her disdain for riding horses. Uncomfortable, ungainly beasts with the all grace of a one-legged pheasant. She trusted her feet, not so much the horse's, magical or otherwise. Still, she grins and bears it. Half an hour of uncomfortable and unpleasant bobbing was a small price to pay and hardly the worst situation she'd found herself in. From her perch behind Kleris she casually watches the streets go by - the people milling around, tension still thick in the air. A taste she was familiar with, though usually she was the cause rather than the...recipient? She gives a soft wave and a smile to a pack of staring children. A little bit of attention wasn't surprising. Appearing unassuming and friendly might clamp down on a a whisper or two.

Her legs dangle lazily over the sides of the horse. Since he was in front she'd let Kleris keep the stirrups, instead opting to lean back and use one hand for a balance brace on the beast's back. He'd be taking the lion's share of arrows if any came their way, so giving him the slightly more comfortable seat was only fair. It might serve her to try to get closer to him - and the rest of them - if she wanted to really use and abuse their trust, but a little quiet niggling in the back of her head tells her it's a bad idea, and that instinct was usually right.

As the imposing gatehouse comes into view she sniffs loudly, her mocking disdain obvious to Kleris. Easily slipped by alone, easily disabled in a pair. Barely an pebble in the road, even with the 'enhanced security', were they not carting the deadweight with them. Was this what passed for efficient guards in Throneport? No wonder Arano's trail went cold a week past. Her tongue stays bitten, no doubt Gryphon or Arimart or both had the silvery words that would allow them passage.