His voice preceded his arrival and once again, Sybel was startled. Nowhere near as badly as the night previous, but still. Crypt could be quite unnerving when given the chance. “Looks like they're quite interested in each other. Good thing Maras isn't the kind that humps every female within sight; that would end rather badly.” She nodded, assenting. “You’re correct about that, friend.” She whistled lightly and Eplah wheeled back toward her, an irreverent look in her eyes. “Oh hush, you.” She murmured toward her seemingly miffed counterpart. “You’ll meet other men. You’re no spring chicken, you know.” Eplah whinnied in her face, and Sybel grimaced. That was something she was rather glad she couldn’t understand. “I suppose I'll be going now.” He said, securing his catch to the side of his pack. Yes, it was about time for the two of them to ramble on. Sybel smiled at her. “You know what they say about parting. Well, we wish you safe travels.” She gestured to the Eplah for the plural. “I’ll take care of the fire, so no worries. It wouldn’t be responsible to leave it as is.” Once Crypt left, she smothered the simmering logs and walked her mount out toward the open air, following the wafting scent of adventure. |