The wind, albeit harsh, was soothing and calming. The brushing of her hood and brown hair emitting a rather amusing singing sound, or maybe that was just her. Olivia hadn't gotten the chance to ride many dragons, the only one she ever braved was the one beast of her home town. One that she thought to be her last, but here she was, sitting on one once again in her long, long life.
During the hour-long trip to Ro'ell, Olivia took her time to observe the armoured man to the best of her ability, noting that the man kept looking back as if to check his passenger was still there. She kept responding to Damascus' stares with a wide smile and a gentle upwards motion of her left hand. Naturally, she wasn't too thrilled at the thought of leaning hands-free on a moving, organic transportation and her right hand wrapped around Damascus' waist as best as it could.
Their arrival was, a bit rough on the wood elf. Black and red dragons were brawling in the open sky, Ro'ell was under attack! Biting her lip yet again, Olivia nudged Damascus' in his side, urging him to find a safe spot to land. The
As the duo hopped from the dragon, Olivia taking a second to let her leather-bound feet adjust to the cobblestone ground, Damascus had turned to his passenger now with his helmet removed, revealing the dark skin and red glowing eyes. “Oh? I had not figured you for a dark elf, you surprise me.” The wood elf exclaimed in a singing tone, her left hand gently tapping her chest as the expression that was plastered on her face was a surprised one.
Or, was he? Olivia was unsure of that, truth be told, her elven mind was still not able to fully read the man that stood before her. Pausing, her pointy ears registered the question that Damascus posed. Olivia's response a mere, single raised eyebrow as her crimson eyes filled with a confused glow. “You didn't catch my introduction? It's Whiskers, silly... Don't pretend you hadn't heard that.”
Obviously, Olivia wouldn't want to reveal her actual name just yet, it was one of her personal policies. The elven woman's lips formed a gentle smile, her hip cocking to the left as her hand rested on it while her other dangled beside her. “But enough dawdling, our companions are waiting for us, no?” She flashed another smile, turning around as her feet once more pressed onward. “I suggest you do not stray,” A sentence that was uttered in a commanding voice, one that said that Olivia was prepared to leave Damascus behind if he did not hurry.