Dragoncrest Cliffs There is no justice, there's just us.

Her ears twitched gently to the sounds of his approach, but stood tall and eager to hear more when he spoke. At first, maybe she thought she misheard his words in her sleepy situation, although there was no mistaking that: I'm leaving. An indignant wrinkle began to form over her muzzle, momentarily emblazoned by a confused anger that tightened sickeningly at her throat--how dare..?

But, oh, he went on so Opalia listened on. In the darkness, she smoothed.. slowly, though simply moved the crease to her forehead as she processed this clarification while it came to her.

She barely grasped at the last part, with him wanting her to come. She was still churning through the first bit, maybe half recovering from her first shock. It was all worth enough to begin to push herself up with her forelegs, though she did not rise to a full stand.

There was little pause to her answer, however. I'll go.. but, she swallowed, and hurried to clear her head and catch up. She knew immediately that she did not want him to go alone to wherever this was--because what if he didn't come back? She would make sure of it despite her relative inexperience in all things beyond the immediate reach of the cliffs. Where are you going..? she asked, unsure if she was worried or not, there was a lot to sort suddenly. Why?