Of Hamilton & Yasmine
Their journey towards Taiga had been anything but quiet. Crevan's hooves were getting louder with each touch of foot to earth, and the boy's thoughts were becoming increasingly heated. This leaves Voltage feeling rather perplexed. One would expect the colt to be over the moon with the accomplishment of his first successful recruit, but the opposite was the unfolding situation here. Still, the bay follows along peaceably, not wanting to take the time to inquire. However, it seems that the youngster has decided to do something about the bee in his bonnet, right here and now, as he stops dead in his tracks and lays into Voltage angrily. Well, he isn't shy about speaking his mind, pardon any puns. Although Voltage lacks an iota of remorse about using what was his heritage-given talent, he knows when it is time to make a concession. Sleeping with one eye open was quite awkward, and he had no real wish to take up that particular habit. He wouldn't be himself, though, if he meekly begged for forgiveness, especially a forgiveness he didn't actually care to obtain. "If it displeases you to hear my voice in your head, I promise to refrain from doing so in the future. However, if you'd rather hurl accusations of holding secrets at me, I can turn around right now; the Field isn't so far away from where we stand. And if you don't want secrets hidden from you, should you not be glad that you already know of my telepathic ability? " He half-turns back the way they had come, keeping one eye aimed at Crevan for his reaction.