"Are you in need of assistance, Miss?"
Lynx jerked her head at the voice she heard. She tried frowning, yet the goggles on her face did not show much. “…That’s a rhetorical question, yes?†With her arms still free, she pushed up on the head of the beast pinning her to the ground. The head rises a few ilms, but not anywhere near enough space to maneuver out. She glanced up at the woman once more; her silent gaze as her next response to the question.
The paladin look at Lynx covered in snow and goggles over her eyes. Letting out an exhale in a puff of steam, she dug her feet into the ground and placed her shoulder against that of the dead Aevis' neck and trunk. She nodded to the woman. "On three. One. Two. Three!" She heaved and pushed up and away the fallen lizard's body to allow her room to slide out.
Lynx rolled out away from her, the assistance gave her enough room to make it out before she would drop the beast down. She pulled herself up off of the ground and walked towards the dead beast, pulling out both of the blades stuck in its oversized head. She glanced down at the blades once to verify their condition before sheathing them away. The now free Midlander steps away from the Aevis then looks towards the woman once more with a small smile on her face. “Elise Wolfe is what you may call me.â€
The paladin nodded to her once in greeting, her voice just loud enough to carry over the winds of Coerthas. "Well Miss Wolfe, Coerthas is not a place that is friendly to solitary travelers." She was already eyeing the wounds upon the fallen beasts: the three dead Aevis lying in the snow. A small arch of the brow her only indication of any impression made. "...Although I suspect you are used to fending for yourself." The paladin about turns, but there was a pause and an exhale, as if she gave something a second thought. She glanced over her shoulder at Lynx. "Where were you headed? Will you be alright?"
Lynx glances up at the darkening sky before returning to face the paladin. “Where I was headed is—“ She stops mid-sentence to cough once before continuing. “Ahem. Whitebrim.†The woman tilts her head to the right to examine the paladin’s figure once more for a few moments. Her tone becomes more serious as she speaks. “Your accent is not of this land, and… that hair...†She raises her left hand to point at the paladin while her right hand begins to dig inside of her coat. A small grin forms on her face as she speaks. “Red.â€
The paladin does not seem to take any note to the word as she tucks a forelock away against the winds. She glances down the road, eyes squinted against the snowfall that was getting heavier. "You best hurry then, the weather seems to be taking a turn for the worse. You do not want to be caught out here in a blizzard." She does not meet Lynx's eyes for long even when they exchange words, it is apparent that the paladin does not want to linger long and her words are somewhat hurried and distant. "But you should be able to make it to Whitebrim before nightfall." She glances up at the sky, a frown lingering upon her brows. She too could see that the sky was darkening.
“Before nightfall? Good, I gauged the travel distance correctly. Ah, right!†She walks towards the paladin, pulling out a small book with her right hand that was in the coat. Lynx holds the object out for her to grasp it, looking her square in the eyes. “There’s a person I meant to deliver this to back in Camp Dragonhead. Yet, they could... not accept it. I offer this now to you; the woman who helped me.†Lynx raised the book a few ilms closer to the paladin's face.
She blinked, surprise clear on her face as the offering was made. Her grey eyes looked to the book for a moment, regarding it, before her own hand rose to accept the gift. "I need no recompense, Miss. You had already dispatched the beasts before I even saw you." The paladin turned the book over in her hand as if to give it a cursory glance. "Perhaps I can deliver it to another, if you leave me a name. I will be passing through Dragonhead soon, I imagine." Her tone remained neutral and her face without warmth. Her words were polite but her voice was hoarse from the conditions. She gave another glance over her shoulder to where she had come from, as if scanning the area for the rest of her company.
Lynx smiles at her, yet her tone remains flat. "No need. I have--" she stops midway to put a hand up to her ear, listening into a pearl. She bows her head down, with a scowl across her face. "Hmph. C is willing to fund it? I'll adjust my schedule then to meet him." She sets her hand down at her side and looks up at the sky before facing the paladin. "Time we part, R--" She stops herself mid-sentence, feigning a smile, and grants the woman a quick bow. Turning her body around, she wanders towards Whitebrim Front. A final wave of her hand is given before returning her arms underneath her cloak.
Lynx jerked her head at the voice she heard. She tried frowning, yet the goggles on her face did not show much. “…That’s a rhetorical question, yes?†With her arms still free, she pushed up on the head of the beast pinning her to the ground. The head rises a few ilms, but not anywhere near enough space to maneuver out. She glanced up at the woman once more; her silent gaze as her next response to the question.
The paladin look at Lynx covered in snow and goggles over her eyes. Letting out an exhale in a puff of steam, she dug her feet into the ground and placed her shoulder against that of the dead Aevis' neck and trunk. She nodded to the woman. "On three. One. Two. Three!" She heaved and pushed up and away the fallen lizard's body to allow her room to slide out.
Lynx rolled out away from her, the assistance gave her enough room to make it out before she would drop the beast down. She pulled herself up off of the ground and walked towards the dead beast, pulling out both of the blades stuck in its oversized head. She glanced down at the blades once to verify their condition before sheathing them away. The now free Midlander steps away from the Aevis then looks towards the woman once more with a small smile on her face. “Elise Wolfe is what you may call me.â€
The paladin nodded to her once in greeting, her voice just loud enough to carry over the winds of Coerthas. "Well Miss Wolfe, Coerthas is not a place that is friendly to solitary travelers." She was already eyeing the wounds upon the fallen beasts: the three dead Aevis lying in the snow. A small arch of the brow her only indication of any impression made. "...Although I suspect you are used to fending for yourself." The paladin about turns, but there was a pause and an exhale, as if she gave something a second thought. She glanced over her shoulder at Lynx. "Where were you headed? Will you be alright?"
Lynx glances up at the darkening sky before returning to face the paladin. “Where I was headed is—“ She stops mid-sentence to cough once before continuing. “Ahem. Whitebrim.†The woman tilts her head to the right to examine the paladin’s figure once more for a few moments. Her tone becomes more serious as she speaks. “Your accent is not of this land, and… that hair...†She raises her left hand to point at the paladin while her right hand begins to dig inside of her coat. A small grin forms on her face as she speaks. “Red.â€
The paladin does not seem to take any note to the word as she tucks a forelock away against the winds. She glances down the road, eyes squinted against the snowfall that was getting heavier. "You best hurry then, the weather seems to be taking a turn for the worse. You do not want to be caught out here in a blizzard." She does not meet Lynx's eyes for long even when they exchange words, it is apparent that the paladin does not want to linger long and her words are somewhat hurried and distant. "But you should be able to make it to Whitebrim before nightfall." She glances up at the sky, a frown lingering upon her brows. She too could see that the sky was darkening.
“Before nightfall? Good, I gauged the travel distance correctly. Ah, right!†She walks towards the paladin, pulling out a small book with her right hand that was in the coat. Lynx holds the object out for her to grasp it, looking her square in the eyes. “There’s a person I meant to deliver this to back in Camp Dragonhead. Yet, they could... not accept it. I offer this now to you; the woman who helped me.†Lynx raised the book a few ilms closer to the paladin's face.
She blinked, surprise clear on her face as the offering was made. Her grey eyes looked to the book for a moment, regarding it, before her own hand rose to accept the gift. "I need no recompense, Miss. You had already dispatched the beasts before I even saw you." The paladin turned the book over in her hand as if to give it a cursory glance. "Perhaps I can deliver it to another, if you leave me a name. I will be passing through Dragonhead soon, I imagine." Her tone remained neutral and her face without warmth. Her words were polite but her voice was hoarse from the conditions. She gave another glance over her shoulder to where she had come from, as if scanning the area for the rest of her company.
Lynx smiles at her, yet her tone remains flat. "No need. I have--" she stops midway to put a hand up to her ear, listening into a pearl. She bows her head down, with a scowl across her face. "Hmph. C is willing to fund it? I'll adjust my schedule then to meet him." She sets her hand down at her side and looks up at the sky before facing the paladin. "Time we part, R--" She stops herself mid-sentence, feigning a smile, and grants the woman a quick bow. Turning her body around, she wanders towards Whitebrim Front. A final wave of her hand is given before returning her arms underneath her cloak.
