Hoshor Plains And I see fire, blood in the breeze,

Sparkly was one way to put it. Riley had managed to keep the disdain out of his voice, but Orlaith was filling in the blanks well enough.

A thought occurred to him -- one that while sluggish, was just clever enough that Riley might not be able to pull it off.

"Yes, you stormed out." Riley answered, slowly concocting his joke. "You were still stewing from it when we met up there." His gaze traveled to the promontory, which hung dark and misty against the rain.

"That's where we did it." Riley's tone was the same as before, not an ounce out of place -- even if inside, his sides were splitting in suppressed giggles.