11-13-2014, 06:19 PM
In a reverent silence - or as close to it as he could muster between the occasional irritating coughs needed to clear the thin dust from his helm - Ornstein joined Kuzan in deconstructing his wounded steed. It comforted him now, far more so than the first time, to see that the process placed the beast in no visible pain. How the two must have suffered in the aftermath of their collapse into the pit; to extract them again and end that pain was a service, transient though the creatures were. When the process was done, he turned and jumped from the pit alongside his companion and they set straight to summoning their horses all over again, once more in perfect health.
"Let's be off," Ornstein muttered as he spurred his mount forward at a purposeful trot. "We still have a long way to go, and perhaps more unpleasant surprises to weather from here to that city." His spear once more hung by his side, though his grip upon the shaft was a tad firmer than before. His eyes roved to and fro within his helm, a hint of wary tension filling his body as his horse ambled along.
"Agreed." Kuzan had settled back into his usual level, lazy tone now that the danger had fully passed, though Ornstein could read the same measured caution in the former Admiral's posture. It mattered not that they'd swept their attackers aside like little more than low-hanging branches on the road; being waylaid in such a calculated fashion had set both travellers subtly on edge. Ornstein could not deny that the idea of fellow Primes resorting to such base thievery, with the aid of whatever skills they possessed that had interested Omni, disturbed him.
While he and his companion picked up the pace to regain the time they had lost fending off the robbers, the knight mouthed a silent prayer. In this alien place, he did not expect to be heard - indeed, even if he was, he did not expect to be heeded after his failure in the cathedral. But if there was any chance that the Lord of Sunlight continued to watch him, supplication would be offered, in hopes of an eventless journey to the distant city ahead.
"Let's be off," Ornstein muttered as he spurred his mount forward at a purposeful trot. "We still have a long way to go, and perhaps more unpleasant surprises to weather from here to that city." His spear once more hung by his side, though his grip upon the shaft was a tad firmer than before. His eyes roved to and fro within his helm, a hint of wary tension filling his body as his horse ambled along.
"Agreed." Kuzan had settled back into his usual level, lazy tone now that the danger had fully passed, though Ornstein could read the same measured caution in the former Admiral's posture. It mattered not that they'd swept their attackers aside like little more than low-hanging branches on the road; being waylaid in such a calculated fashion had set both travellers subtly on edge. Ornstein could not deny that the idea of fellow Primes resorting to such base thievery, with the aid of whatever skills they possessed that had interested Omni, disturbed him.
While he and his companion picked up the pace to regain the time they had lost fending off the robbers, the knight mouthed a silent prayer. In this alien place, he did not expect to be heard - indeed, even if he was, he did not expect to be heeded after his failure in the cathedral. But if there was any chance that the Lord of Sunlight continued to watch him, supplication would be offered, in hopes of an eventless journey to the distant city ahead.