13:36:37 Seolfr 's fairly swift on his feet; more importantly when travelling by foot however, he knows enough to wear sensible boots - simple things with solid soles, no ostentatious ornaments or elaborate toes - and has the endurance to keep up well. Many nobles would bristle at the merest hint of them being called useless, or present a counterpoint or edge to what could seem an insult. 'Sil, however, just nods. "Were you any simple demon, I do not believe you would take the jobs you do. Moreover. . ." He trails off, thoughtfully quiet for a time. Still walking ahead, he glances over, eyes narrowed curiously. "I appreciate the kindness of your warning; I believe I can live up to your standards. No Aignsley would ever fail to pull their own weight." Pride and conviction mingle in the split-tailed catlad's words, suggesting he's taking her speech as a challenge, instead of an insult.

13:46:47 [Velvet_Crowe] -|- Her pace ceased immediately the moment he spoke of supposedly living up to her standards... Her head turned slowly; baring a single, golden orb in his direction " Standards.... Tch, I don't have standards... You're talking to the wrong girl about standards... " If he were to pay attention to her right arm, he would notice a large blade extend from the metal arm sheathe; the blade was decorated in black with read shear marks; much like a color contrast to her demonic arm; it's serrated edge shimmered in the sunlight " The name is Velvet.... Velvet Crowe.... " She muttered; her retractable sword snapped back into it's sheathe " We'll need to find something to eat in a few hours... " She whispered quietly before continuing her marching pace -|-

13:58:18 Seolfr 's violet eyes flick to the blade, sunlight glinting off the saw-like serrations. A trick blade? Assassin's tools worn open. Interesting. He thinks, taking a few more steps forward, only to stop and turn, the sun at his back. Rendered litttle more than a light-haired silhouette by the glinting solar orb, he shakes his head. "You've demanded I keep up with you, and told me that if slowed you down, you'd leave me behind. What are those, if not standards?" He asks, split-tail flicking back and forth, curious. He's still even when she passes him after introducing herself, turning and replying "I am Seolfr, Third Son of Aignsley. If you will make camp, I can take care of the food." True to his word, the feline will prove a skilled hunter if his offer is taken up; in an hour's time, he'll return from the more heavily forested regions near the road, a small boar held over one shoulder. No marks seem to mar its body, however.

14:04:10 Seolfr 's getting called away to do dinner stuff for Fathers' Day. Posts will be shorter and longer spaced between for a bit, sorry!))

14:04:24 [Velvet_Crowe] -|- " They are words of warning; nothing more " She retorted rather quickly before he introduced himself... At his name and title she grimaced before shaking her head slowly; ebony hair flailing about her like a grand mane before returning to settle against her back " Fine.. " She murmured before continuing her pace. Roughly an hour would pass; and true to her word; a small camp had been set up by the time the nekomata returned with food. He'd find Velvet staring into the fire with some intensity; her arms crossed against her knees which had settled themselves against her chest; her chin resting against her bandaged arm.. Her expression however was that of sorrow, as the demon girl seemed far too entranced with her thoughts, than him at the present, -|-