Jimmie
*She shook her head at his jest, wondering if he was about to go looking for a ball; just to find a reason for wearing that thing. Her eyes returned to the elf, a perplexed expression slowly forming as she listened to him agree with her complaints.*
"You have disdain for your own kind, then? Some sort of trouble in the past? Not that it's my place to ask, just... Silnari are usually quite proud, especially of their heritage..."
*The okamimi mused, averting her gaze as she settled her steed into a similarly casual trot.*
Leroy
*Terrel would shift his gaze over to her. Elves never really had a good name when it came to anything and frankly he only found himself having to fall under it just for the sake of being a Silnari as well. The stereotypes never really appeased him, besides if he stuck around them for too long, he may well just end up acting like the rest of them. He didn't care much for that, and Elf or not, he wasn't defined by it.*"What's there to be proud of about it, hm?"*He'd ask her in a tone suggesting that he was curious to know himself. What has heritage ever done for him? Given him advantages? Unique abilities? Fame and fortune? No, he was simply an Elf from the Steppes, never to be seen as anything more than that.*
Jimmie
"The founding of an empire, being the seat of almost all of the renaissance and the origin of majority of the regional powers... Rich culture, beautiful towns and cities, prosperity and trade... Though quite a few nations can claim the last few."
*She rattled off a few of the highlights of the Silnarian legacy, shrugging at the end of her spiel as they slowed their gait before the entrance to a more pleasant-looking tavern. Having studied under Keguntan scholars, Ikehara's mind was rife with tales of most of the grand imperial powers of the past few hundred years. She learnt these begrudgingly, however, much preferring practicing with her crossbow in the university yard. Giving a soft huff, she lowered herself from the saddle, leading her horse by the reigns and moving him to the nearby stable.*
"How does this place look? To your liking, you grace?"
*She'd ask with mock reverence, giving an exaggerated curtsey as she held back a snicker.*
Leroy
"Hm..."*He'd say in a thoughtful tone, most of which generated from the Kemonomimi able to answer right off the top of her head.*"Doesn't sound like anything I've done."*Drawing closer to the stables, Terrel would eventually dismount from his horse. Being asked how the place look, he'd find himself resuming his previous regal tone, finding it hard to not laugh at it.*"Quite immaculate, I'd say. Just what my Royal steed requires."*In handing off his horse so that he could be left at the stable for the time being, Terrel would turn his gaze back to Ikehara.*"Shall we make our way to the Tavern now m'lady?"*He'd question, holding out an arm as if to escort her.*
Jimmie
*Ikehara could only be bemused by his act, wondering if he was trying to be charming or just mischievous. Either way, it wasn't a poor effort. She'd loop her arm with his, pulling him a little closer as she giggled quietly.*
"Of course, good sir. Please, be my guest~"
*She returned in a similarly refined tone, gesturing to the doors with her free hand.*
Leroy
*Terrel would allow a grin to form on his face, hiding away his mischief with something more genuine. Arms intwined, sides grazing one another, almost like the duo were going to an actual ball. He didn't mind the act, finding humor in it with her simply playing along. The Elf would head towards the Tavern, opening the door for the two of them to head inside before walking through to find them a place to sit at. Deciding to take a nice booth in the corner, he'd head over before lightly gesturing down towards it for her to take a seat in.*
Jimmie
*Ikehara would acquiesce, bowing slightly as she took the seat, thanking him softly in as refined a voice as she could be bothered with. Her expression had not shifted, still entirely enjoying this little charade; now gesturing to the seat opposite.*
"Good sir, will you not fine with me? It would be a pleasure."
*She chided, her words betrayed by the wide smile on her lips.*
Leroy
"If the lady requests it, who am I to deny her the wish?"*Terrel would say back, giving a clearly exaggerated bow before taking a seat across from her with her supposed permission. He was planning to stay anyways, figuring the place a good enough stop to get something to eat before heading back on the road.*"What seems to suit your taste today m'lady?"*He'd eventually ask upon getting comfortable, or as comfortable as he could get while keeping the joking poised look. It was a wonder how actual noblemen could do all this day to day. Funny at first, but surely it gets tiring after a while.*