[She sees that look, Eria... and it isn't helping the situation any. Tifa falters a little at the bump of her nose, an arm hugging around herself in a self-conscious move, and she wanders away to her familiar, giving her a small, approving shake of her fin before she does flips in the air, thrilled to be with her again.
Tifa shrugs.]
I didn't call her.
[So, where did they come from, and how did they know to look for them? Was it because neither of them returned home at the end of the night like they were expected to? Or did they sense that something was off, and knew where to, and led the horse here to help? It does feel like cheating a little, but she'll take it if it means getting back to Camelot faster and sooner.
Tifa then moves to the horse, her familiar following close behind.
They're... going to have to get on its back... together, aren't they...? The thought crosses her mind, as well as flickers across her expression.]
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Tifa shrugs.]
I didn't call her.
[So, where did they come from, and how did they know to look for them? Was it because neither of them returned home at the end of the night like they were expected to? Or did they sense that something was off, and knew where to, and led the horse here to help? It does feel like cheating a little, but she'll take it if it means getting back to Camelot faster and sooner.
Tifa then moves to the horse, her familiar following close behind.
They're... going to have to get on its back... together, aren't they...? The thought crosses her mind, as well as flickers across her expression.]
Well...?
[Shall they?]