As d’Artagnan enjoyed his time being lazy, his mind wandered to the list the Earth God had given him and the intriguing contents of it. The season had turned to Orangemoon and with it Tallsun had passed, which meant the Flossweed in the Threshold was now just about right to be picked without death being an unfortunate factor. Though he reminded himself that he really needed to pick up some healing herbs as well, as much as he didn’t want to, he still needed to uphold his role. However, he didn’t have a mental list of healing plants so that task was much harder as well as tedious. Still, it needed to be done. With a sigh, the Nightshade decided he’d better go supply hunting before it slipped his mind again. Yet, as he was just about to turn his dual coloured eyes noticed Aramis move jump sharply and a stranger’s scent filled his nostrils. Frowning, he looked around to find one of those things. Creatures without a horn, common bloods, filth. The Doctor had been good as of late; well good for a mindless murderer that is, perhaps it was boredom that stayed his madness from surfacing. Or perhaps it was that the desire to take revenge for Kou’s death was consuming far more of his coldness than he realized. Or was it even that he no longer had a place to despise these other creatures now he had a demi-God son with that conniving Goddess. It was more likely to be all of these things at once that bothered his mind.

His skin still prickled the same, however, when she filled his gaze with her sickening prancing. When the silly little mare noticed him she looked more like a rabbit frozen in front of a wolf. d’Artagnan wasn’t kind either, he let his irritated gaze bore into her as he wished her to disappear from the earth she stood and rid the world of another disturbing hornless. Aramis watched from afar with mild interest waiting for his Doctor to call upon him should he need.

"Oh indeed" he grumpily returned, his gaze unwavering as he watched her every movement wondering how to toy with this one. He hadn’t had a lot of fun in a while and she seemed quite taken with his presence. He wondered where she came from, was she a war refugee from their recently finished battle in the Falls? It would explain her skittishness. Displacement was a disconcerting emotion, the Nightshade knew that well enough, it was quite satisfying to watch others struggling without a home. That was, if she was from there. She could be a nomad or one of the sand dwellers. "Do you normally stand with your mouth open staring at strangers?" His snide voice wrapped around the words carefully.

"What are you doing here, hornless?" He asked simply as he shifted the weight of his leather bag.


@[Bellisma] b'aw it's fine, they're open to interpretation xD <3