[Introduction] Through the Redhorn Gate

[silvercrowned]

The mountain thrusts up before them like a knife: its peak is silver with ice and sunlight, but the lower slopes are the dull red of dried bloodstains. The path runs before them, narrow and twisting and treacherous, the climb up the steep mountainside sends the horses struggling and sliding toward the darkness beyond the cliff. Snow dusts the

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[misborncat]

He moves quietly, as any normal cat would (though perhaps not as quietly as an elf?), towards the fallen person. Asato is curious and a bit worried about the stranger. He doesn't like to see people hurt, but he hesitates to reach out.

Instead, he crouches nearby and sniffs, searching for signs of wounds greater than the simply visible ones.

[misborncat]

He has an armful of unconsious elf. To say that Asato is confused would be an understatement. He almost panics, but manages to calm down enough to realize he should get her inside before something else happens.

Typist willing, he'll manage to get her inside and to a couch before going to try and find water for her and water and a cloth to try and clean some of the worst of the scratches.

[silvercrowned]

Typist is willing, although by the time he returns to her with the water and cloth, he may find that she is awake already, white as her dress and huddled in upon herself, but the sitution makes more sense when Asato reappears, and her posture relaxes a little.

[misborncat]

He relaxes a bit too when he finds her awake and he crouches beside the couch. He sets the bowl of warm water aside and offers her the cup of cool water. "Here you are miss."

[silvercrowned]

"Thank you." She accepts the water carefully, and takes a sip, savouring the liquid. It helps her clear her head. "You are very kind."

[misborncat]

Asato smiles. There's some fang in it, but he's harmless, really.

"You're hurt. And new. So, it's only right that you be taken care of." His tail flicks behind him. "And there are lots here that look and smell like you, and they've all been so kind to me."

[silvercrowned]

"Kindness very often is returned more freely when it is given," she says and takes another sip of water. She interprets his gestures as surprise, mostly, and though the fainting spell has left her a little shaky (which is only to be expected), she returns his smile. "If I may ask -- what race do you belong to? The skinchangers?"

[misborncat]

He shakes his head and draws himself up a bit. "I'm Ribika," he says with a bit of pride. "I'm a cat from the village of Kira."

[silvercrowned]

"A cat?" She appears momentarily confused. Cats are small, and furry, and don't walk on two legs, much less talk with voices. But she nods. "And I am Celebrían of Imladris, and one of the Eldar."

[misborncat]

A different kind of cat, but still a cat.

"It's nice to meet you Miss Celebrían. I don't know those other names though, sorry."

[silvercrowned]

"Please, only Celebrían -- and that is no matter. I have not heard of your people or your village either. And we are far from home, are we not?"

[misborncat]

He nods, ears lowering a bit. "We are. I'm the only Ribika here. But you have many people here! I don't know their names, but I'm sure they'll be happy to see you."

[silvercrowned]

"Some, perhaps? But I will keep you in good memory, all the same. We may meet again, mayhap?"

[misborncat]

Asato frowns slightly. That sounds like a dismissal and he certainly doesn't want to bother her if she'd rather be alone...

He tils his head and considers her. "Should I help you find a friend maybe? I don't want to leave you here alone..." He's honestly worried about her.

[silvercrowned]

"Is it safe here?" Her words weren't meant as a dismissal, more as a general statement, and if she knew they were considered the former, she would feel sorry.

"Is it dangerous to remain alone here for a little while, and rest?"

[misborncat]

"If you want to rest a bit, I can watch over you. It's safe, but not always. I will be quiet if you'd like."