Brannon Darrow:
"The Hearth Father has an obligation here. These folk have been good to us before now. And besides - I would fain know why these fellows have stopped here. If the Steward - or anyone else - sent them in our pursuit of us, why do they wait?"
"All fair questions..." Caith admits and ponders
"...Mayhap they have yet to find the folk they seek?" then asks a more pertinent question of Brannon, namely
"Why would those three be out here in the thickets of Siren Woods if they're nay hunting for us?"
Giles:
Turning to the Healer he quietly, and self-consciously offers “ the sea? Was that your riddle’s answer? My apologies if I ignored you earlier, I can only barely recall, I was stuck trying to make sense of the goings on at the tower back there. My dealings with the Fay are limited but always seem to end in anguish”
"Aye, and I am glad to hear ye ken a canting kenning when ye hear one." Caith says in surprisingly gentle reply.
"And nay offense taken, Scholar Giles, for ye had much on your mind at the time, I've nay doubt of that." Caith adds with a shrug of acceptance, then more sorrowful in tone as she looks back to the burnt offering and the fey offered acorn in her hands explains
"This place tends to give trespassers hard lessons to think on, and little reason to it's rhyme to go on into the bargain."
Sir Turren Uvedale:
Turren watches the dark horse uneasily. Looks to Caith.
Hushed. 'What do you think, m'lady? Do we calm him or avoid him?'
"Restless by night, docile by day." Caith replies pensively
"Nay harm in the horse but the harm done to the horse by another rider, I'd say, and for all Osric's rough manners with two legged folk, he's been most careful with the beast he's ridden."
She looks to Leaf and Usopi and asks softly
"Ye reckon an apple would calm yon restless mount?"
OOC: Be it a Golden Delight or a Goddesses little green apple, calming Osric's horse down with a snack and a bit of gentling seems a sensible plan to Caith and the stable mouse.
The screams reach Caith's ears as she holds the reins of Osric's horse, quietly muttering sternly
"Ye best behave if ye ken what's good for ye, ye great beast of wolfbait burden, nay need for nickering in the forest at the moment..." to the horse as she feeds them an apple.
Doron:
" I will wait and see how Laird Cernach conducts himself in this. I will not hold you here if you wish to assist."
Giles:
” Well, are we going to help?”
"How?" Caith asks patiently of Giles, still gentle in tone for all her curtness, then suggests
"Quick and quiet, like a mouse. Use your eyes and ears afore ye lift hands to harm. Horse thievery might be more useful, if we be herding mounted men we want answers from, aye?"
She offers a simple suggestion to Prince Doron
"I can look from the air over yon village, but I be a sitting duck on the nest while I do so, and someone must guard our guardian of the fountain as well." with a sideways look to Lady Leofwyn.
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