Clearly Remi hadn’t been thinking. There hadn’t ever been a doubt of that: striking off on one’s own in a potentially hostile environment was not the mark of an intellectual. Her estimation of the man’s intelligence was swiftly ticking downwards. “Not thinking gets people killed. You wanna get people killed?” Her words were curt, but that wasn’t anything new; in fact, she was being friendly, for her, by not trying to drag this idiot back to the rest. While she could understand the confusion and the urge to explore, they should be smart about it. Perhaps a bit of fear would do the trick. “I normally wouldn't mind so much if you get yourself killed, except there aren’t enough of us to risk anyone at this point.” Her tone didn’t soften, nor did her expression, but at least she hadn’t physically accosted him yet. She could probably do it—even if he could turn into a bird—despite the fact that she felt downright sluggish in this new world.
At the familiar (but entirely unexpected sound) sight of a mounted figure in the distance, Elyna felt her protective instincts spike; she instinctively stepped into a defensive posture and moved in front of Remi, glaive springing into her hands from where it had been strapped to her back. Luckily she’d been training when she got transported here, so she had at least some of her gear. A horse was something she recognized, but certainly wasn’t expecting to find here: horses had been scarce in Northaven. Seeing as none of the Northaveners had brought over a horse as far as she was aware, and seeing as this horse had a rider, this was unusual and not necessarily welcome.
As the mounted figure approached, Elyna’s eyes widened as she finally put two and two together. There were natives, and while Remi might be willing to greet them peacefully, she wasn’t so naive as to think they’d be treated well as intruders. Keeping a firm grip on her weapon, she hissed as the alchemist stepped forward. “Stay back. Remember what I said about not thinking?” Moving forward, she examined the mysterious figure for any signs of a weapon or an attack. She didn't see anything, but she wasn't comfortable with the height advantage he had. “We mean you no harm, but I warn you, we will protect ourselves if we need to. Please identify yourself.” Her voice rang out, more challenge than anything else; even if this new person couldn't understand her words, hopefully he'd understand her tone and her posture. And more importantly, hopefully Remi would trust Elyna to handle this.
At the familiar (but entirely unexpected sound) sight of a mounted figure in the distance, Elyna felt her protective instincts spike; she instinctively stepped into a defensive posture and moved in front of Remi, glaive springing into her hands from where it had been strapped to her back. Luckily she’d been training when she got transported here, so she had at least some of her gear. A horse was something she recognized, but certainly wasn’t expecting to find here: horses had been scarce in Northaven. Seeing as none of the Northaveners had brought over a horse as far as she was aware, and seeing as this horse had a rider, this was unusual and not necessarily welcome.
As the mounted figure approached, Elyna’s eyes widened as she finally put two and two together. There were natives, and while Remi might be willing to greet them peacefully, she wasn’t so naive as to think they’d be treated well as intruders. Keeping a firm grip on her weapon, she hissed as the alchemist stepped forward. “Stay back. Remember what I said about not thinking?” Moving forward, she examined the mysterious figure for any signs of a weapon or an attack. She didn't see anything, but she wasn't comfortable with the height advantage he had. “We mean you no harm, but I warn you, we will protect ourselves if we need to. Please identify yourself.” Her voice rang out, more challenge than anything else; even if this new person couldn't understand her words, hopefully he'd understand her tone and her posture. And more importantly, hopefully Remi would trust Elyna to handle this.
