I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill

Remy watched the cerndyr bound on strong legs toward a fallen log. His head tilted slightly with wonder and the possibility of adventure without having his bonded to watch over him. Slinking over to the new companion, Remy let his beady blue gaze flicker up to him for a moment almost asking "what're we waiting for, let's go!" Yet, he understood the pause as the emotion between the bond from him and Rexanna was getting a bit confusing for the polecat. Turning his head to look back at the two and patiently waited.

The Thief smiled with a small nod to Rikyn. "That they do." Her comment hummed briefly as she glanced to him and caught his eye. A smile crossing from her lips to fall into her face - something she hadn't really had happen in awhile. Shaking her head slightly, she let her gaze fall back on the cerndyr and her companion, stifling a giggle as Duir's reaction to her comment finally began to pass. She graciously accepted the laugh that escaped Rikyn and shifted her weight, suddenly content with herself. Remy did his best to smile before reaching out in an attempt to reach out at Duir in an effort to tug him away. However, before the polecat could reach him, the time had passed and he was bounding back closer toward the fallen tree. Remy basically had to do a strange mix of a run and a gallop, his long slender back slinking across the ground in a strange vertical S shape as he raced to his new friend, afraid to lose sight of the giant beast among the grasses.

Meanwhile, Rexanna caught the wink and lowered her head away from him momentarily while she shot a glance back toward the fallen tree. She listened, her pale ears flitting with his words but saying nothing. She just listened. Something she rarely felt like doing anymore, but information was something that could be useful. And hadn't she just given her own sneaks a task to meet someone and learn something? Who's to say she couldn't be doing the same thing all while enjoying another's company that seemed to enjoy her company just as much. She turned her head back to Rikyn, her blue gaze sliding over him once more. She took note of their height differences, and the rugged scents this creature had. He didn't have the salty smell that Ilios did, nor the mystical wonders the Edge held, definitely not the chill that the Basin draped, and not the lush woods scent that Murtagh had. She wondered if he had a home and how long he had even been in Helovia. Perhaps she could learn a thing or two from this stallion.

"How long have you and Remy been together?"

The question seemed to surprise her. Rexanna widened her eyes slightly, trying to count the days and failing. So much had been happening that she didn't even remember when it was that he hatched - all she remembered was really the events that followed it. "I think it's been a couple of weeks now." She laughed, shrugging slightly. "I didn't exactly pay much attention when it happened. There was a lot going on." She admitted, letting her gaze flutter back to him in the hopes of catching his stunning metallic orbs. "I would ask you the same thing, but..." She poked him with a joke, a sheepish grin casting its way over her lips before fading in a giggle. "So I need to be a bit more creative. Where are you from?" She questioned, casually. It was an open ended question and she didn't really mind how he would answer it. Whether he told her what land he visited previous to their encounter to where he hailed from. Anything that would count as conversation was something that she was grateful for. She watched him with a smile across her face, ears perked to catch his every word. The Thief shifted her weight to sit back on her hind a little bit, swishing her dual toned tail against her leg as she got comfortable for their conversation.

"Talk."

And like the sea—

I’m constantly changing from calm to ill.

Rexanna