Private Tales Whiskey Neat

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
A deal to only be there when she was needed. As she shook his hand, she was able to speak honestly in her reply.

"I will he there." She felt a tingle in her paw, a paperless contract sealed between man and fae. A tether that would lead her to him when the time came to fulfill that deal.

Then Joseph was away, and Heinrich gave her one final bit of advice and informed her of the last gift hidden away in her pack before he, too, returned to his normal camp business. The shuck stood and trotted after Joseph's horse. She didn't know what was ahead of them, but they knew where they were going. She followed the trails, easily tracking the horse's path at a light cantering speed until she caught up to him.

Wordlessly, she fell into place beside him. He must have surely had the map on his mind as well, because they took the trails out of the camp to the east, the rising hills suggesting a rolling, wooded landscape between them and the Spine. They had a long way to go -- it would take them a full cycle of the smaller moon, Pneria, if they managed to keep their horse, and they would also see a Lessat eclipse. She was ready, for whatever laid between them and the Court.

At least, she thought she was.

// Joseph Meier //