Mary
Unlike the girl, Volgras didn't have dreams that night. His nightmare was in the everyday, his life. To be banished was to be divorced from everything one knew. His days were the terror, and his nights were the salve. As promised, the Irunian (Blue Oni's now! Maybe. I'm getting mixed answers, a bit.), slept lightly, waking up every so often to keep an eye on his company. As promised, she kept to her side, and he, his.
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Volgras had always been a light sleeper, and he preferred the mornings for study and training. Typically, he'd practice his sword forms while the air still felt crisp and his mind awake—not toiled by the day's troubles. However, this sunrise, he spent his time waiting for Kora to awaken. He still wasn't positive what he wanted from her, if anything. (Slight revision due to map change.) In truth, he knew he had to follow the elbow of the mountain range south and continue marching until he hit the strait. That's where New Salvainia rested, but the question was whether or not he was destined for its gates. Kora might know of some smaller towns—places with less people that would recognize him—that had use of a steady sword and fearless heart. There could even be some arcane wisdom along the way, although he doubted it. Salvainia wasn't exactly the epicenter of intelligence, magic, or technology . . .
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"Oh good, you're awake," He said in a teasing tone. "You scream at night. Don't do that." The Irunian hadn't reset the fire, more out of habit than anything else. He could see well enough in the dark, but the light from the flame brought color to his vision. During the day, that wasn't a problem. His resistance to cold made the morning chill nothing less than normal.
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Kora would find the man leaning his back against the stump with one leg stretched out while the other bent into a triangle. His elbow rested on the bent leg with his arm extended in a lazy 180 degree angle. His sword hilt rested perpendicular on his stomach. In essence, he had been waiting for her to rise.
Rene
She slowly got up and sat down on the stump, rubbing her eyes with her hands in a soft movement. "Good morning..." She said between a yawn. "Did I scream last night? I'm sorry." She chuckled a bit, putting her right hand on her hair and slowly sliding down, landing on the stump. "What are you going to do today? I don't want to be nosy, just want to know what do I have to do." She smiled at him, her right hand stroking the horse's hair next to her. 

"Oh, and what were you doing while I slept, uh?" She arched an eyebrow.
Mary
He licked his lips before responding. "We all have our demons." *Even us demons.* Volgras didn't comment more on the screaming. He had embellished a bit, anyways. Mostly, he could tell that something was amiss—nightmares were the most straightforward deduction.

"Moving on," He said brusquely before standing. "Can't sit here all day. I thought you said you knew your way around these rocks. If that's not the case, then this is where we part ways." There wasn't malice in his voice, only a look of stoicism. Volgras would endure with or without the woman; this was his burden to bear, and he was more than capable of fairing alone.

He walked over to his horse and checked the equipment for any faults before patting the stallion's face. He hadn't given the horse a name, but he would in time. "Nothing out of the ordinary," He responded to her. The Irunian mostly ensured his own safety and wondered at the woman's reason for being on the mountain. It wasn't the safest for someone to wander alone, but perhaps with that sword she had some skill—at least enough to scare off some simple bandits. She probably wouldn't fall victim to any road doxies being that she herself was prettier than most.

"You still haven't said where you were headed." He looked up from his horse in her direction, waiting for her answer. In the daylight, there wouldn't be any lies.
Rene
Excited, she got up from the stump and walked toward her horse, taking her sword in her hands and attaching it to her chain linked to one of her belts. "And I knew." She smirked at him, and her eyes slowly turned red while she activated her predatorial senses. Kora could smell and hear people from not so far. She got up to the horse and looked down at Volgras, her hands landing on the saddle.

"I can sense something more to the South. We could go there check it." She smiled at him and adjusted her shield tied up to her back. She sighed and looked around, her eyes going back to Volgras.

"I don't know... I wanted to find somewhere to stay, to find someone or maybe just have adventures around.
Mary
*Gods, and I thought __I__ was young,* He thought as he watched her basically pump the air in juvenile glee. *That one is eager. I wonder if I was that eager. . .* The truth was a solid perhaps. His devotion to battle might had seemed that way at times.

He watched as her eyes turned crimson and pondered what she was doing. Volgras didn't have an ability for tracking, at least nothing like that. For him, it would be all old fashioned, but cities weren't tracked like men. One followed signs and whispers for villages and the like. Landing himself on a the shore adjacent to the mountain range was both luck and a curse. Fortunate that he had seen the peaks while sailing to turn west when he did, but he was lost for direction upon broaching the empire's shores. Reluctantly, following the woman towards the nearest hovel might be the choice option among a few other lonelier decisions.

Volgras narrowed his eyes as his head told him something different than his gut. After a moment, he shoved his sheathed sword into the saddle with his horse and grabbed its reins. "South then." Her rationale for party of one seemed weak to him, but he was cocky enough to believe he could take her in a fight. If she was lying, then he wouldn't have an issue leaving her on the mountain looking a little redder than before—still a party of one.

The Irunian moved in the direction she faced with his steed in tow. If what she said was true, Volgras would be glad to find a room—a single room—to get some rest without having nature and random 'adventurers' interlope on his mission. That and the taste of pork sounded divine. He missed the salty flavor that the gamey meat he'd found thus far lacked. When he reached the other Oni, he glanced in her direction. "Ladies first."
Rene
Kora took the horse's reins and Bloom started to trot in the South direction. "Uh, what a gentleman." She smirked at him, her face turning to the side so she could glance at him. While the horse trotted through the woods, Kora wondered if traveling with Volgras could be a good idea.

As they trotted to the South, Kora decided to break the silence. "Hey, where do you come from? Sorry if that's not an appropriate question for you." She sighed and held tight the reins in her fists. All the travel she would think about her past and her family, keeping her posture while the horse trotted around.
Mary
He took her compliment to be just that, a compliment. Volgras's company had been bloodshed and books for a great percentage of his life, and the possible sarcasm didn't come noticed. He puffed out his chest a bit as he took her smirk for a smile.

The Irunian had been perfectly fine with the quiet trek, as he preferred the company of 'me, myself, and I' most. He rarely used the words 'I'm bored' because they were a telltale sign of laziness. There was always training to do or research. Preparation was all to the demon. However, his clanmate hadn't felt similarly. Turning his head in her direction, he raised his eyes in response. Volgras didn't grace her with a reply and instead refocused on the path, completely ignoring her.

*And we were doing so well.*

To his right stood the massive peaks of the Intido, although, he didn't know their name at this time. Overall, the path itself hadn't been to tricky, but there had been moments where wildlife had taken over forgotten paths. He believed if he simply kept the mountains to his right then he'd find his way eventually, but according to his guide, there were other settlements. Said another way, there were other paths than 'the long and sure route'.
Rene
Kora sighed once more while Volgras ignored her question, Bloom continued to trot through the woods. *I regret calling him a gentleman...* She thought, talking to herself mentally. *Probably he's not the one that talks much, uh? No wait, he IS the one that doesn't talk much.* She looked forward, holding the reins with her hands while she kept her posture still. "I think this will take some hours to arrive at the nearest city, maybe." She turned her head to the right side, glancing at Volgras.

She put a hand on her pink hair, slowly brushing it with her fingers while her left hand held the reins. *I need to eat soon...* Kora repeated this multiple times through the way, her eyes shinning by the sunlight hitting against the four.
Mary
*Hours,* He thought immediately. If he had known that he was just a few wee hours from whatever civilization counted as out here, then he wouldn't have picked up the extra weight. He had thought that by obtaining a guide he would had shaved off days from weeks—or more. It was a Catch-22. One the one hand, he could be free of Kora and resume his brooding silence in serenity, and then on the other hand, he still had to deal with her some more after realizing that he hadn't needed to her from inception. He grumbled something in response, which if Kora had heard wasn't the nicest of words. No one had accused Volgras of being gentlemanly.

"Which city," He asked reluctantly. If she knew about it, then he could at least prepare himself before entering the town. Moreover, he would know which form to take over; from the look of Kora, the Macen guise was probably best, but he would wait until the last possible moment before transforming into the vile creature. Though, he had to admit, he loved the way his azure eyes glowed in his human-like form.

Having finished off a couple more rabbits from the first to till just before Kora had awoken, Volgras wasn't in need of immediate sustenance. If his travel partner required something, then she would need to vocalize it because the Irunian wasn't into empathy. Especially with the city, town, or village only hours away.