They moved quickly, covering as much ground as possible back to Aurora Basin. The fae princess followed in The Engineer's tracks, little was exchanged between them since he had shared his plans back in Thistle Meadow. Wynter followed them although she flew, happily keeping an eye out for danger. After a while she found her eyes watching the way his long, thick lion's tail worked, swinging with the rhythm of his gait. Smiling she adverted her eyes and it wasn't until he glanced back at her that she looked in his direction again. The Engineer offered her a tight, polite smile which she returned, though perhaps hers was a touch lighter. She resisted the urge to wink at him, curious as to how he would react; probably would just ignore her. Looking away she did her best to hide the smile of amusement and muffle her laughter. Faster than she expected their beautiful and vast home approached and they moved to the scary sentinels. Her gaze wondered over to Deimos' as he gave his warning cry and The Nightshade's eldest daughter, Aviya.

Ulrik called her attention back quickly enough and she moved to stand beside him, at first she just observed having never worked with the sentinels before. Going to the complete sentinel, the doe watched as he moved and pressed a small button on the side of its leg. There, he urged it to move. Her amazement must have shown on her face as the great, metal beast began to ramble down the path. It was whirring and trembling setting the huge creature in motion. The Engineer now showed the fae how to do the same, before he started the trek back. "Okay. I've got it, Ulrik." Her hymn is quiet, not over confident or cocky. Anyway she can help.
'Don't fuck up...don't fuck up.' Wynter cried her amusement from above.
Ulrik made it all seem rather easy, so Arah followed suit...although she was dying to know what would happen when they got back to the boat. Would the machines go crazy and just slaughter everyone in sight? Or would they add everyone to the memory bank and allow everyone to pass into The Basin?
Ulrik would have a plan, she was sure.

The Engineer looked over his massive shoulder, then let out a yell for Torleik to come assist them. Arah quickly found herself with both The General and Ophelia, she gave each a nod in greeting before chuckling in response to Torleik's comment. "It's...endearing for sure." Still smiling and probably enjoying the situation more than she should Arah drifted after Ulrik, being sure to stay close to the mechanical monster. Wynter finally came to land beside her bonded, barely sparing a glance for either Torleik or Ophelia. 'Sé aisteach', the griffin's eyes were set upon The Engineer. 'Is ea.' Arah responded to Wynter, now glancing at Ulrik from time to time.


[[Translation : Sé aisteach - He strange. | Is ea - Yes.]]

Tagging along with grump face over there wasn’t exactly a thriller. To be honest there were a thousand other horses he could have partnered up with. Course he would have had to introduce himself but that was a minor issue. No, it wasn’t for the deep down comradery that the golden called upon the dark devil that lead him through the Basin valley. Nope. It was for the pure entertaining fact that he could. The golden was having more than a little laugh at this, and god was it rich. He passes by the dark creature as he stops to call out by the lake. " “I’ll get these…partner.” The golden kept going. He had a little stop to make before he ran around calling all the hillbilly egotistical baddies. The small fawn which usually followed close at his heels was left in the thistle meadow by the ship. The gold would deny every attempt to say it was out of care for him to be close to safety. Coming to his cave the gold grabs his beloved prizes. Stashing most in the satchel on his shoulder. Clipping his large gold cloak on the golden trots out. He watches the sentinel’s move of with a smirk. Shaking his horned head the gold canters back down into the valley towards the far end of the hot springs. Voice rises above the steam. " “Rise and shine sleeping beauties! Don’t want to be sleepin’ with the fishes! You heard the Lord!” The golden’s head swung with a craziness, and laugh.

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