Forest Guardians

Being part of a larger group had its advantages, but it would be a lie to say Ceren wasn't excited for this opportunity to strike out on their own. Before the Salamanders, she'd been a solitary kind of person. Sure, she'd worked with caravans and was around people, but she preferred her own company. That still rang true, though her circle of core comfort -when she could be at absolute ease- had expanded to include Esme.

"I cant imagine it getting hotter, but I guess it must." Ceren mused. Weren't the Qunari from lands full of jungles? She couldn't remember Genthus ever talking about the Qunari homelands, and he was the only Qunari she knew. In any case, she didn't envy his people their home.

As they'd neared their designated rendezvous point to meet their local guide, Ceren called Andor down from his overhead flight. The eagle had warmed to Nienke's presence much faster than Rabbit, thus his presence on this excursion and not the horse's. Still, Andor was wary of late. They were in strange territory, though, and so Ceren wasn't overly concerned for him. And, she'd been told, everything in these lands was dripping with magic. Maybe Andor could sense it where she could not? She really had no idea.

"Who is it that we're supposed to be meeting, again?" she asked, petting along Andor's back.