For those of the Vale that knew of their warrior, Xi’nuata was the epitome of sincerity in the most naked of forms. Thoughts of deception were absent from her mind, telling lies- even a small one-was an act she considered disgraceful to herself. They knew her as a creature of truth be it in word or expression, regardless of the nature or context it was received. But was worth trust, though there inlaid the issue toward others. She did not understand why another might find her disposition worth their skepticism, but then she lived in a world where one’s intentions rested on their paws. Or so she believed.
Her brows knitted at his words, finding them unnecessary given the ground they stood upon. Briefly she thought back to their first encounter in the Vale. He had certainly fallen into trouble then and it was by the mercy of both warriors that the rest of the pack had not descended on the trespassing pair. He had not crossed into the mountain haven today, so there was no cause for fearing the worse. “Oh,” she voiced carefully, attempting to raising her raspy chords just above their comfortable whisper. “That’s good. Though I would suggest being careful on the mountain.” She extended her muzzle to the jagged ridge. “You might get into trouble if you lose your footing. Or worse- stuck on a ledge.” Recalling this, she remembered fondly how Ariston had been rendered immobile on a bluff. A lone white cloud upon the mountain separated from its likeness. It made for an interesting image, if not a silly one as well. She smiled slightly at the memory then let her eyes rest on the dark male’s muzzle. She caught just a glimpse of his spring yellow eyes before continuing with an offer.
“If you intend to cross, I could guide you. They are not my home, but I know these mountains quite well.” |