Bitter Travel

Karabela resisted the urge to giggle as the man stared at her. She imagined he was staring because of her height but he seemed quite intent on ensuring that he was enjoying the view so why should she fret? Karabela continued to grin. Goodness, was he flirting with her? She cocked an eyebrow at him but said nothing to discourage it. She didn't mind a little harmless flirting as long as the man was polite about it. If he'd strayed into pressing her she had no problem biting back.

The man introduced himself as Erik and his companion, an owl, as Rose. She dipped her head in formal greeting to the pair as her thoughts drifted to Chaos and his pair of owls. Erik stated he was not a native of the north but a traveller. "Oh? Fantastic! I'm a traveller myself or… well I used to be until I came upon another calling." Again she felt the tug of the wind against her fur as it beckoned her into the unknown and unseen lands while duty tied her back to Ivory Ridge. Karabela wished she could stop feeling like she was being pulled in two. "Do you have a favorite kind of terrain? Perhaps I can make a few suggestions for your next stop?"

"Speech"