This flight lacked even the sparse conversation of the first. True night had fallen and the wind had picked up, which meant that more of Warren's attention was on flying them safely through the air than on making small talk that neither of them were truly interested in.
They landed in Doun almost a full hour later, Karla scattering the crowd that had formed when Warren fell with a snarled curse. The Blood of Doun were pale, short-lived Rihlanders, like the native population of Ebon Rih, though much less used to winged people landing in their midst.
One Blood boy, slower to scatter than the rest, found his collar getting tugged back over to where they were standing. "The landen section of the city?" Karla demanded. "Seamstress Street?"
The boy pointed and babbled off directions, clearly less interested in why a Queen would want a landen street than making sure she had no reason to turn a baleful eye on him. His original trepidation had no trouble turning to excitement when she slipped him a silvermark for the information. "Thanks, my lady!" he shouted, darting away. "If you need any more directions, just ask about for Nyles. S'me!"
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Date: 2014-07-27 04:39 am (UTC)They landed in Doun almost a full hour later, Karla scattering the crowd that had formed when Warren fell with a snarled curse. The Blood of Doun were pale, short-lived Rihlanders, like the native population of Ebon Rih, though much less used to winged people landing in their midst.
One Blood boy, slower to scatter than the rest, found his collar getting tugged back over to where they were standing. "The landen section of the city?" Karla demanded. "Seamstress Street?"
The boy pointed and babbled off directions, clearly less interested in why a Queen would want a landen street than making sure she had no reason to turn a baleful eye on him. His original trepidation had no trouble turning to excitement when she slipped him a silvermark for the information. "Thanks, my lady!" he shouted, darting away. "If you need any more directions, just ask about for Nyles. S'me!"