Even though her own mind had dragged her into this dramatic setting, these other persona’s didn’t seem to be in it as well. Even the wounded stallion with the antlers was calm and laughed her off. Her non-existent eyebrows rose as she huffed at him. “Not really, it is just fairly obvious.” she said through her teeth before turning away so that the girl, who was apparently a healer (don’t you have anything better to do than enjoying the hill’s breeze?), could have some space to do her healer-thing —Even though she was now thinking he hadn’t been so in need for a healer, after all, hearing how his brain seemed to function just fine and the words flew from his mouth as easily as the wind —She thought, because she really wasn’t that observant (it was one of her lacking qualities amidst the many she did have). Or at least she sometimes failed to see why others didn’t get things the way she did, or why they did things that were useless and meaningless —A waste of time, like this patrol or mourning the dead.
“Don’t worry, I won’t fault you for not remembering.”
She didn’t really feel like replying to him, to be honest, as she didn’t like his way of speaking to her. It lacked… It lacked… — Well, she had to think about it for a bit, but then she finally concluded that it lacked respect. As if he didn't actually see the wisdom she held, was looking at her as an object instead (a woman). But it wasn’t like she would say anything, since he was still the patient here. “Yes, we did.” she eventually agreed, because; did she even care enough what his thoughts were like, for; did he not seem like the carefree spirit that held them on his tongue for the world to see, anyway?
"Misael", Rohan said in a strange, obnoxious tone.
She turned her winged head to see the colourful colleague she had been searching for. Still, as he joined them, tension seemed to rise. Something between Rohan and Misael wasn’t quite right. There was that, which was then followed by the antlered stallion who let stuff roll out of his mouth that was almost an accusation. She let her silent gold eyes wander back to Misael, the hugely horned informant of the Throat. Except for the pondering in her mind, she was silent; her lips unmoving. She could not tell anything from his face, or his stance. Still, unlike Rohan, he was her family. And maybe it was undeserved, but she stood on his side.
It was weird, this atmosphere, and she didn’t quite understand Rohan’s attitude that followed. Seemingly so carefree and happy, the way he laughed and spoke to the black and white girl. But maybe it was best forgotten and left aside. “We are simply doing our rounds. Ever since the new lands appeared we have been extra cautious, just in case.” she shrugged, because still she wasn’t quit sure if this would be the best way for a diviner to waste her precious time. For her it would make more sense to be studying the recent happenings and ponder about the reasoning behind the God’s actions. Meanwhile her heart was beating faster these days and her mind was filled with chaos, for the world had been covered by a blanket of unknowing and vague prophecies without anyone really being aware of it, it seemed.
—Which was why she just wanted to get it over with, so she nudged the big horned stallion (if he even felt that). "We should move on," she added, knowing that only the fact that she held a higher rank made it that she could even suggest following her orders.
It would be logic to move out, but idunno let's see what happens <3
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