I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
Tarian had assumed correctly when he imagined Ashhal still wore the same scowl he had found him with earlier that day. He hadn’t wanted to be found, but the other pegasus seemed to have an uncanny knack for finding him anyway. It had certainly done nothing to improve his mood though.
But for all of Ashhal’s many and varied faults, he is a man of his word. It’s why he so rarely offers it. He has always hated backing himself into a corner, and hadn’t he done just that when he’d agreed to this bullshit? Still, he couldn’t blame Tarian, no matter how tempting. This one is his own damned fault.
He follows the more stoic stallion at a distance, though that doesn’t spare him from Ashhal’s dark glances. He’s still not entirely sure he is actually needed on this particular adventure, given how little he had heard of the autumn territory. But then, Ashhal has always made a point of not paying attention to kingdom politics. He had extricated himself from that sort of crap ages ago and had no intention of going back. He’s here if there’s a fight, nothing more. But by the looks of things, he’s not certain there are very many others here to fight.
Drawing alongside Tarian, he scowls into the forest, doing absolutely nothing to school his features into something more pleasant. He had told Tarian he wouldn’t talk, and he had meant it. He is no fucking diplomat, nor does he pretend to be one, no matter who asks. If whoever the hell answered Tarian’s call had a problem with that though, he would have no qualms about telling them exactly where they could shove it.
@Sabra