Somewhere between Ichika and Inferni, Lark had begun a bucking game that involved the Seiryu clinging desperately to the stallion's dark mane and holding on for dear life. It had all been a careful plan by the smarter-than-he-looks Lark who, after the two had walked side by side for some time, persuaded Razekiel onto his back with nose nudgings and whinnies that easily mimicked whining. The coyote had done so, and no sooner had the red-masked Razekiel slid up onto the blue roan's bare back did the stallion begin flailing and jumping excitedly, his neighs sounding nothing less than torturous amusement.
Razekiel managed to gurgle laughter — he'd smoked far too much to be actually intimidated by the little game — and numbed fingers loosened in the stallion's mane. He was thrown easily into a neighboring small brook, finding himself sitting in the shallows with a mildly sore ass and features and clothes drenched from head to toe in frigidly cold river. He laughed no less, splashed at the horse in vengeance and began wringing his baggy white shirt and vest dry as they began moving again.
Chilly in the near-winter air and wet clothes, he began gathering sparse firewood and made for a makeshift pit, deciding to stop and rest a while before they continued on their way to Inferni to visit with Sage. Perhaps they would stay the night, perhaps not, but for now he lit the small pit with his lighter and took to strumming the acoustic he had hung over the stallion's neck (and thankfully had not been wounded in the bucking game). Joint in mouth, he reclined against a tree with cold toes near the flicker of the flames, and contentedly hummed and plinked at the guitar to pass the time. Lark lingered nearby, eventually lowering down to the ground on folded legs and laying his head down lazily.
Ear twitching, Razekiel heard the cracking of sticks in accordance with footsteps; the Seiryu lifted his head but continued his work on the guitar. After a pause, he smiled and called out, "Join me, if you'd like," to no one in particular, then bowed his head once more and continued humming.
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