Atha scowls at the surrounding drizzle, the surrounding rubble of what were once mechs, and then at Ara as Sleipnir fades into reality. "Why not Limsa?" She grumbles even as Fenrir materialises out of the gathering mist, "Fine. Gridania. Let's go and see what the bloody tree-huggers are up to."
Fenrir hunkers down for Atha to sit astride the massive wolf, and then they're off, both mounts are unnaturally swift, the rolling terrain of the Hinterlands barely phasing the horse and wolf. About half an hour passes with very little talk between the two to not alert any of the surrounding wildlife when Fenrir's ears perk up and his large head turns to the side, drawing Atha's attention. "Fenrir?"
Fenrir, snarls and starts tugging against her to turn. Scowling once more, Atha pulls her axe back off her back. "Ara, we're turning off." She has enough courtesy in mind to notify her fellow tank before woman and wolf go swerving to the side, and bounding off between the ruined, derelict buildings.
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Date: 2018-12-26 09:02 pm (UTC)Fenrir hunkers down for Atha to sit astride the massive wolf, and then they're off, both mounts are unnaturally swift, the rolling terrain of the Hinterlands barely phasing the horse and wolf. About half an hour passes with very little talk between the two to not alert any of the surrounding wildlife when Fenrir's ears perk up and his large head turns to the side, drawing Atha's attention. "Fenrir?"
Fenrir, snarls and starts tugging against her to turn. Scowling once more, Atha pulls her axe back off her back. "Ara, we're turning off." She has enough courtesy in mind to notify her fellow tank before woman and wolf go swerving to the side, and bounding off between the ruined, derelict buildings.