Déodat dipped his head back at Nyx. He listened to her words and at the mention of "stalkerish" he felt laughter break from his lips. For once he was in a cordial mood. "Don't worry, I don't fear you stalking me. Even if you were, I am truly more than capable of defending myself." He was a warrior after all. It had been awhile since he had had a good fight. Part of him was tempted to lure the mare into a friendly spar. They were barely acquainted though. For all he knew the mare was a pacifist. If only Odette were there. She'd give him some prodding into conversation. It was difficult to speak to any mare that wasn't Igraine. None of them made the same impression.
Nyx continued to speak and he listened to her with both ears perked. She proceeded to roll her eyes. Déodat stared at her with his head cocked slightly. Then he smiled back at her. "It isn't often I meet others beyond my family I can tolerate. Many hear the name Basin and simply assume things. I am glad you came though. Why don't you patrol the Steppe with me?" Without waiting for a response he trudged on. It was almost painful to walk the place he and his daughter had been attacked. This place had lost the solace it once provided.
"So... What rank are you in the Edge?" he asked glancing behind him, assuming that Nyx had followed him. Might as well see what kind of mare his bunk mate was.
"lookit i can talk to"
@[Nyx]
The glorious ending of a knight
But the crown is out of sight
Bears the name of "Battle Born"