Ronald
*The sound of hooves upon road was common near the capital, merchants ferrying goods or soldiers on patrol passing through being the usual riders. But this horse had no rider - more accurately, the horse was the rider. A hand resting upon the hilt of his nodachi, Circine cantered along at a relaxed pace, thankful for the well-maintained roads that stretched across the crownlands. Riding from Silnaria to Salvainia would tire out most, but the centaur was raised for such journeys. He yawned, covering his mouth as he shook off the sleep, his ponytail swaying in the wind.*
"Ah, to be back in this warmth..."
*He sighed, his smile widening as those ashen walls came into view over the horizon once more.*
Herbert
*Terrel's gaze would turn in the direction that the hoof beats were coming from. He had mostly grown used to the sound, mostly just idly watching the other riders as they'd pass by with a lack of much interest. This rider, however, was different from the rest for he wasn't a rider, but the horse itself. Maybe both. There was a sense of familiarity in his tone, a voice the Elf had heard quite some time ago. Surely he has met this centaur sometime before. It eventually came back to him, as faint as the memory of when he first got Tzu. His original ally in a mission to rid a place of its pests only moments after meeting.*"Well if it isn't the Centaur who likes talking to spirits."*The Elf would say with a slight grin forming on his face.*"Been a while."
Ronald
"Terrel Bales... A while indeed, a sad reality if you ask me. To be reunited is a pleasure, however! How have you been, my friend?"
*The centaur grinned, recognising the voice and appearance of one of his few acquaintances so far, trotting closer and placing a hand on Terrel's shoulder. He'd chuckle warmly at the reference to their first meeting, recalling well how those flickering lights had drawn them together.*
Herbert
*The Elf would look up at the Centaur. It was always a rare sight for him to see one nowadays, fortunately he ended finding the same one twice. What were the odds?*"Been well. A few fights here and there, but I suppose I ask for them."*He'd say with a chuckle.*"Not still out chasing pests around are you?"*The Elf would ask him, thinking back to the original job they took in helping a local farmer. He supposed he could understand the annoyance of small animals raiding the area to eat at ones' crops. It only ever made life harder than necessary.*