The random seemed friendly—if a bit confused at their presence—but Elyna wasn’t buying it. They had no idea what was going on here, but in her mind, it was simple: they had been brought here for some unknown and potentially nefarious reason, and now they had met the first person who wasn’t from Northaven. Therefore, it wasn’t too hard to assume that either this Rory character knew more than he was saying or that he was actually responsible for their current plight. Maybe that was a pessimistic and uncharitable worldview, but tough. The world wasn’t kind and Elyna saw no reason to be either.
Her companion did not seem to feel the same; Remi was treating this as if the encounter was a normal run of the mill one, like they’d come upon an old friend. Yeah, no, she was going to take a different approach. "Remi. Quiet." Her voice came out firmly, but softly, not wanting to antagonize the alchemist. Actually, Elyna would very much like to know the answer to the question about where they were, among other things, like what the fuck was going on here. But it was going to happen on her terms.
Baring her teeth—not a smile, but a show of aggression—Elyna pointed her glaive unwaveringly at the mounted man. "I’d very much like to know where we are and how we got here as well. But seeing as you’re the first unknown person we’ve come across in this place, I’m pretty sure you’re involved in this somehow. And unless and until you convince me that this isn’t your fault, I’m treating you as a hostile.” At least she was being honest about it. Maybe others would disagree, but they weren’t here and she was so conditioned to treat everything (especially men) as a threat that she was almost incapable of seeing this as anything less than dangerous.
"So, Rory, if that’s your real name, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to get down off that horse. Then we’re going to talk, and if I don’t like the answers you give us, I’m going to march you back to my people and let them decide what to do with you.” Her blade shifted suddenly, moving towards one of the horses legs; while she didn’t cut it, the threat was obvious. Time to see how far Rory could get with a lame horse. That was, of course, assuming he tried to run. Besides, the people who needed to eat were hungry, and horses were supposedly good eating, even this old and tired looking one.
elyna
Improving upon perfection
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