"Am I not to be roaming these halls? And could someone explain what's going on here? Everything is so... odd."
Delphine smiled. Khasten, behind her, reared up and whinnied loudly against the night; she kicked behind herself - more so, fumbled awkwardly with her leg before she connected with the horse's foreleg in a push of force - and the Pegasus took off flying.
"What do you mean?" she asked, smiling, and folding her hands in front of herself. She was wearing a Tiager-patterned cloak, as Guin had been earlier, except it was shaded with wild green, reds, and yellows in a pattern of fall colors.
"Are you certain you are in the right place, my dear? This, here, is the castle of the general. Of the Free Peoples of Mysteria." She spoke bravely, and proudly. "Although I am but a simple footman, I can help you find your way out. Though... from the way you speak, it sounds as if you have already met our general."
Delphine paused, seeking the proper words. "Hm... Knife-eared, golden hair, bitchy attitude?"
The General could say all she wished, but after her thousand plus years, she knew a bitch when she smelled one.