Rory
He didn't want to blame the strangers for their skittishness, but still, the hand which had loosely held Bakshi's reins stiffened as the unknown man shot to his feet. The pony flicked one ear back questioningly—far too trusting, even after encountering Elyna. In silence Rory watched the stranger, but aside from throwing his fists up, he didn't seem interested in attacking; but just like Elyna, his body language screamed danger. This, also, was a man who knew what he was doing with his body.
Behind him, Remi stood up swiftly as well, seeking to soothe the other and answering the question.
The so-called-Rory it was, indeed.
"At least there's no glaive this time," he said dryly, considering this a vast improvement. Once was nothing, but did twice make a theme? And if so, was the theme to protect Remi, or simply distrust of this new place they'd found themselves in? Rory found himself narrowing his eyes briefly at the alchemist—not in wariness, but simply in the way one does when focused.
Then he gave his head a little shake, still not quite trusting Ronin enough to get off the pony's back. "Believe me, I wouldn't be standing here like this if it wasn't," he eventually said in response, once again feeling the allure of that likable face Remi wore, that strange urge to placate and soothe. He didn't like it. "But go much closer, and you'll definitely catch its attention."
Behind him, Remi stood up swiftly as well, seeking to soothe the other and answering the question.
The so-called-Rory it was, indeed.
"At least there's no glaive this time," he said dryly, considering this a vast improvement. Once was nothing, but did twice make a theme? And if so, was the theme to protect Remi, or simply distrust of this new place they'd found themselves in? Rory found himself narrowing his eyes briefly at the alchemist—not in wariness, but simply in the way one does when focused.
Then he gave his head a little shake, still not quite trusting Ronin enough to get off the pony's back. "Believe me, I wouldn't be standing here like this if it wasn't," he eventually said in response, once again feeling the allure of that likable face Remi wore, that strange urge to placate and soothe. He didn't like it. "But go much closer, and you'll definitely catch its attention."
