Christina looked to the two leftover skins they had left at the table and then back towards Marius who had begun digging for something. Shrugging her shoulders in a forgiving manner while tasting the weather, it felt nice to be outside now.
The melting sensation greatly diminished almost instantly and granted the warlock more power.
However when Conqueror pulled out a wooden board she could not help be disappointed. This man really had no concept of transportation.
Had he seriously not expected having people weaker than him tag along or was he simply oblivious to the amount of preparation he would need to actually carry out an expedition? Did she dare ask?
As far as she could see the bastard had one spirit, a spirit of fire. Fire is naturally weakened greatly in frost environments and he was going up against a spirit that might be equal to the fire spirit if given a neutral environment right?
Did he intend to use Ignis for everything, waste her energy and then meet up with Glacialis underprepared?
Fine, fine if he dies he was just a stupid fling that meant nothing to begin with. She should do like her mother and throw away useless men, their partnership was only here as a distraction anyhow.
They where only united for now because he did not now the location of his target.
This entire train of thought made her feel dirty inside but it couldn't be helped.
"Fine, Granazzar will carry everything we got so, just have Ignis bring those skins along and put them in my saddle bag."
With that said she entered the stables next-door hoping he would not be unresonable and refuse such a light request.
It was not that large a stable, only meant for eight horses to begin with and usually reserved for hunters rather than guests. So in essence the only horse present was her black haired stallion.
He looked up at her with such a bored expression, stomping impatiently on the ground.
"Don't be so impatient, a lady takes her time."
She looked at the box containing everything she had brought with her from Jadenshine. The black carpet carrying her family sigil, the silver tree with jade coins. The dark brown saddle with silver embroidery and metal gargoyle design and then began outfitting her steed.
A horse rider that cant saddle her own horse is worthless. Or at least that was a standard she had decided upon. Mother had called it childish.