"Phoo!!"
Steel's sneeze echoed off of the boughs of the trees in the area. She hated the Twelveswood. From the tales she'd heard growing up of trees that ate people for setting even one foot wrong to the current irritant floating in the air, nothing about the place appealed to her.
"Phoo! ...shite's sake."
Her armor rattled at another sneeze, the baldric which had her immense warsword lashed to her back shifting with the force of her expulsion. The purple-feathered chocobo that was led by the reigns alongside reared its head back, giving a light, irritated half-kweh at the noise. Steel switched the reigns from one hand to the other, patting the bird's side comfortingly.
"Beggin' yer pardon, Blanfalk. Summat in th'air doesn't fully agree with me...think th'trees are startin' to give way..."
She looked ahead through the dark and did, indeed, note that the vegitation was beginning to give way to a clearing near some water. Better yet, there was the light of a campfire and at least a few forms set around the glow of the flames.
Steel held Blanfalk still, eyes squinting to assess the situation. Her nasal blasts very likely betrayed her position, so stealth would have been out of the question, even ignoring her tall Roegadyn frame and titanium armor suit of Ishgardian make.
"Guess it's announcin' our presence, then," she decided aloud.
Steel's right hand reached towards the hilt of her greatsword. Even their fastest couldn't close distance before she could bring the weapon to bear. Her other hand cupped around her mouth as she called out.
"Ahoy, th'camp! Stand down an' ye'll recieve a flask of rum! Stand and deliver, an' you or me or both'll meet at th'seven hells!"
Steel's sneeze echoed off of the boughs of the trees in the area. She hated the Twelveswood. From the tales she'd heard growing up of trees that ate people for setting even one foot wrong to the current irritant floating in the air, nothing about the place appealed to her.
"Phoo! ...shite's sake."
Her armor rattled at another sneeze, the baldric which had her immense warsword lashed to her back shifting with the force of her expulsion. The purple-feathered chocobo that was led by the reigns alongside reared its head back, giving a light, irritated half-kweh at the noise. Steel switched the reigns from one hand to the other, patting the bird's side comfortingly.
"Beggin' yer pardon, Blanfalk. Summat in th'air doesn't fully agree with me...think th'trees are startin' to give way..."
She looked ahead through the dark and did, indeed, note that the vegitation was beginning to give way to a clearing near some water. Better yet, there was the light of a campfire and at least a few forms set around the glow of the flames.
Steel held Blanfalk still, eyes squinting to assess the situation. Her nasal blasts very likely betrayed her position, so stealth would have been out of the question, even ignoring her tall Roegadyn frame and titanium armor suit of Ishgardian make.
"Guess it's announcin' our presence, then," she decided aloud.
Steel's right hand reached towards the hilt of her greatsword. Even their fastest couldn't close distance before she could bring the weapon to bear. Her other hand cupped around her mouth as she called out.
"Ahoy, th'camp! Stand down an' ye'll recieve a flask of rum! Stand and deliver, an' you or me or both'll meet at th'seven hells!"
