(Untitled)

[wantedahorse]

The door flickers briefly into a tent flap, that is pulled back to reveal a battalion encampment before being blocked by the woman stepping through. She is dressed in a rider's leather breeches and what might be a loose fitting tunic on a man, but is pulled taut against her adequate bosom. Her skin is pale, and her shoulder-length hair is stark

Comments

[calderon_crow]

The door seems to be a tent flap again for a moment as someone else comes in behind her, a faint smile spreading on his face as he sees Milliways again.

It's been a few days for him, after all.

But the movement he catches from the corner of his eyes has him turning and then he's staring blatantly at the last person he would have thought--

No.

Scratch that.

The first person he would have thought to find here but the last person he'd thought might actually show up. Despite the emotions that he can feel coming from Kitai, he grins bright as the sun at seeing her here.

At the bar.

With him.

"Kitai? Did you just--"

Who knows how long she might have been here.

[calderon_crow]

"There are records of creatures like the Canim, records that make it look as if some of the Canim from our world might have gone there. Others, according to a man named Ray, tell of creatures that I-- I can't think of what they could be other than the Vord."

[wantedahorse]

She grimaces. "I feared you would say that. Does this Ray know of how they may be destroyed?"

[calderon_crow]

"He said he has some texts that might have information," he says. "He also said he might be able to provide some more when he isn't busy."

[wantedahorse]

"What does he ask in return for this information?" she asks quickly. Information is precious, and precious does not come without cost.

[calderon_crow]

"I did him a service some time in the past, so he seemed content not to charge me for it," he admits.

[wantedahorse]

Kitai nods, considering that an acceptable trade. "I will take this information back to my people at our earliest opportunity. But for now, there are other concerns."

[calderon_crow]

"Of course," he agreed with her.

"I should get you something to eat and then we can both get some well-deserved sleep."

[wantedahorse]

She crosses her arms and smirks. "Yes, perhaps you should. The pitiful excuse for food you call 'rations' are less than appealing."

[calderon_crow]

He tips his head towards the counter.

"Follow me."

[wantedahorse]

"Haven't I always?" she replies indulgently.

[calderon_crow]

He rolls his eyes and starts walking towards the counter.

[wantedahorse]

Kitai follows behind obediently and takes a seat when they reach their destination.

"What are they serving here tonight?" she asks. "I do not smell the cooking pots."

[calderon_crow]

"That's not exactly how it works," he admits as he sits on one of the stools.

"Could I get dinner, please?" he asked.

And it appears.

[wantedahorse]

"Is this some new form of your furycrafting?" she asks, eying the newly appeared meal with trepidation.

[calderon_crow]

He shook his head.

"From what I've been able to tell, there aren't any furies here. At least, not that we don't bring here."