“Okay, but birds literally deliver messages all the time.” Esme laughed, half shouting into the wind. “Though, I admit I wouldn’t have been looking for a pigeon.” She fell silent thereafter, attention shifting as they left the templars in the dust. A town this small wouldn’t take long to cross – she craned her neck, searching for the smithy. Once there, Nienke’s presence might become more hindrance than help, sticking out like only a thousand-pound lizard could.
Ah, well. Hopefully the offended mage-hunter reconsidered, valuing his life (and that of his fellows) more dearly than any perceived insult to his lady’s honor. They came to a sliding stop in front of the workshop and Esme directed the wyvern to slink around the back, so they’d at least be out of sight from the main road. She hopped down from the saddle and circled to Nienke’s front, rubbing the wyvern’s frilled cheeks. The creature warbled softly in delight, a few drops of venom infused saliva hissing as they hit the dusty earth.
“It’s not right to open other peoples’ mail.” She shook her head at the mage, faux-serious. “Are you sure you’re cut out to be a courier?” With a few whispered words, she persuaded the wyvern to lie down, tail and frills tidily tucked close to the body. As hidden as Nienke could get, under the current circumstances.
“Name’s Esme. I suppose you can tell me all about the job – after you introduce me to your friend. ” She gestured to the smithy’s backdoor, ready to follow Horus in. After Starkhaven, she was confident the other Salamanders would trust her judgement on the contract. Assuming the courier wasn’t lying to keep her sweet.
“Though I wouldn’t expect a tip to go along with the rescue.”
@Horus
Ah, well. Hopefully the offended mage-hunter reconsidered, valuing his life (and that of his fellows) more dearly than any perceived insult to his lady’s honor. They came to a sliding stop in front of the workshop and Esme directed the wyvern to slink around the back, so they’d at least be out of sight from the main road. She hopped down from the saddle and circled to Nienke’s front, rubbing the wyvern’s frilled cheeks. The creature warbled softly in delight, a few drops of venom infused saliva hissing as they hit the dusty earth.
“It’s not right to open other peoples’ mail.” She shook her head at the mage, faux-serious. “Are you sure you’re cut out to be a courier?” With a few whispered words, she persuaded the wyvern to lie down, tail and frills tidily tucked close to the body. As hidden as Nienke could get, under the current circumstances.
“Name’s Esme. I suppose you can tell me all about the job – after you introduce me to your friend. ” She gestured to the smithy’s backdoor, ready to follow Horus in. After Starkhaven, she was confident the other Salamanders would trust her judgement on the contract. Assuming the courier wasn’t lying to keep her sweet.
“Though I wouldn’t expect a tip to go along with the rescue.”
@Horus
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