Baeon did not mind the rain so much, in fact he almost found it comforting. It made the earth alive, if a little soggy, and released smells of trees and soil and leaf and life. It made him smile. Sure he got a little soaked, but the leather of his hood repelled most of the water, save the part that was pushed back to reveal his face. He nodded to the woman on foot at the invitation to join her and allowed Rohir to walk beside him when he dismounted.
The blood bay was a proud beast and upon looking at Khali, he turned his nose up at her, so quick to be dismissive. Baeon caught the gesture of his mount and made a face at the horse, so haughty in his demeanor. Rohir, in his own mind, had every reason to be proud. He was a knight's steed and was trained to remain calm in intense situations, whether that be long journeys or blood battles. But the look of the younger woman made him turn his head and Baeon knew Rohir wanted to be sooner into town and, even sooner, be rid of her.
Baeon settled the beast with a hand to his head piece and walked alongside him. Though her question took him slightly off guard he shrugged it off and shook his head. "I am a traveler," he said, after taking a moment's breath. "I'm just passing through. I have come from the north, you know, Connlaoth. The tension there is too much for one man alone."
He gave an awkward laugh. "Excuse me, where are my manners. I am Baeon. Baeon Wolfram. I suppose you could say I'm on something of a vacation. Though, it's a lovely day to be on a walk isn't it?" He realized the irony of the statement just as rain came pouring down the side of his face and he laughed, wiping it off with a gloved hand. "Never mind that and all. Where have you come from? Or do you always find yourself stranded on rainy roads?"
