Kallan
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
”Really?" His enthusiasm admittedly throws her off, she blinks. ”Even though we have just met, you’re inviting me along?” It’s not that she’s against the idea, the huff of a laugh even escapes her before she catches herself on a particularly sharp decline of the slope, a full grunt taking its place on her lips.
”Watch your step here.” Kallan calls over her shoulder, sliding down to more level ground below. It felt as though the land beneath her feet was guiding her each step towards the camp, the pull of the planet itself bringing her home even if the way there was not so linear. She offers him a hand to help him down, waiting at the bottom of the sudden decline.
”If you are capable enough to have come here alone then I’m sure I could be convinced of your company.” Kallan finally settles on after the initial squirm of thrill and uncertainty has settled. ”We will rest at my camp before finding the necessary materials tomorrow, unless you are in a hurry.” Although her voice lilts up towards the end it is said more as a fact than anything.
