ooc: Please allow X'ies to post and then we be gravy
The travel abroad had been postponed for some time, but when it finally came time to proceed, it was not under the circumstances that Issor would have liked. Perhaps she was selfish for desiring a more leisurely travel with her Lambda companion. A little idle talk to pass the time, to reminisce about their childhood and discuss their ambitions for the future. But hardly two words were spoken between them from the time they left the Family borders to their path taking them through the pass of the Halcyon mountains.
It was apparent why neither spoke as they walked along, X'yrin adorned in Shepard garb while X'ies maintained his modest Lambda appearance. Were it not for the fact this excursion was deemed important, it was likely she would have had to travel alone to speak with the wolves of Anathema. Their relationship had dwindled since the night by the fire and there was no one to blame but herself. Arguably the decisions made should not have mattered given their cultural upbringing, but as she was still learning, time away from the collective stimulated individual growth a realizations that would have otherwise been kept suppressed. Strong ideals that withstood countless generations would have been maintained and preserved innocence would have remained thus. Nothing would be the same as it had been during their youth; a blessed change but as curse just as well.
But the Exultare were renowned for their adaptive abilities and so she took this change of their dynamic in stride. Though it pained her and made their air between them remarkably tense, she attempted time and again to abate it. When he would not speak, she could carry on about her ambitions for this meeting. As they travelled the mountain path, she would take her grey companion by his upper arm and guide him through the paths she often strolled down when she lived within Ichika's territory. She could name the fodder that scurried away from them, and point the landmarks and their significance. All this she did with a soft smile and kind disposition, unwilling to let his chilling demeanor detour her attempts.
The thick wood of the mountain began to thin as she lead the decent along a steep face. Upon reaching level ground, a sound cry drew the woman's attention to a strong black and gold bird making its decent toward them. Still holding onto a grey arm, she lifted her other to take the large vulture upon it until he inched over to make himself comfortable on her fox-fur covered shoulder. If there was a doubt this was her companion animal, the large feathers that adorned her mane would reflect the high gloss of those within the vultures wings. They veiled the woman's hair in black, acting as a dark shroud and crown that ended just above her shoulders while from their ends continued the impressive lengths of autumn red. And the gold of the vulture's breast were reflected upon the female as well as her own natural hues were accented by the dark glow of the feathers.
"Kind of you to join us," she turned her muzzle to the bird with a soft smile and butted her nose affectionately against its beak. It looked back at her indifferently but opened its beak and gently grasped her nose before turning to look outward. "Now that our party is complete..." Again, she spoke in the spirit of continuing the one-sided conversation before lifting her head and calling out to the listening Anatheman ears.
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