Alta
*Following behind at a slowed pace, her gaze would wander to those that walked beside and away. Dezabians, dressed in loose and flowing cloth to capture every gust of wind in the arid noon sun. The Keguntan summers had been hot, but nothing compared to this. She had half a mind to remove her armour entirely, but the soldier in her forbade it.*
"War camels... I can't imagine one of those things charging a line of pikes..."
Vanessa
"They probably can't."*He'd say, gradually slowing to a stop in them nearing the stables.*"But it would be hilarious to watch them try."*He'd say, looking at Ikehara with a face full of amusement or at the very least what could be shown as amusement from what was visible of his face. Gesturing to the stable, he'd say:*"Let's get the two situated before the traveling gets the better of us."*With that said, he would lead Carl towards the stables, soon heading inside and talking with the person that worked there before finding a nice place to leave his horse for a while.*
Alta
*The okamimi hummed in agreement, she lowered herself from the saddle and wheeled her steed around towards the stable, waiting for Terrel to finish up their horses' occupation for today.*
"Don't overheat here, alright? If they give you water, just drink it..."
*She admonished her horse quietly, recalling the few times she had found the beast refusing to eat or drink in certain regions. If she'd ever suspected he had a higher mind, it was those displays of aloofness that convinced her further.*
Vanessa
*Terrel would give his horse a light stroke along his snout.*"Will be back to check on you tomorrow bud."*He'd say. Walking away from the horse, he'd glance over to Ikehara.*"Shall we find a place to escape the heat, madam~?"*The Elf would say the last word as more of a joke, holding out a hand to her in reference to them pretending to have roles of some kind of royal.*
Alta
*While unable to mask her smirk, she played along readily, returning a curtsy and taking his hand*
"You honour me, good sir. Lead the way~"
*The airs she put on were only partially fictional - most Keguntan citizens considered themselves more noble than the peasants of other nations, at the very least, and their manner of speech reflected this well. Those in the Condottieri simply dropped it during their excursions: flowery speech was wasteful on the battlefield.*
Vanessa
*Terrel would lead her away from the stables, being met by warm sunlight once more in heading back along the main roads that crossed every which way. While Ikehara only putting on a partial facade, Terrel didn't share the mannerisms of those in Keguntan. Growing up in the steppes, he did find himself learning some lessons about chivalry at the very least, though none that would come close to making him act any higher up than what he was. A Fricharii. Most lessons seemed to fade in time, the Elf acting however he preferred in the moment, but he didn't see Ikehara as the kind of company to mind the small joke that passed between them. After some time of navigating, he'd eventually catch sight of a tavern off in the distance. It wasn't some grand restaurant, but the Elf would prefer anything that kept them out of the heat.*"This'll do."*He'd say aloud, giving assurance to them finally getting some rest from having to walk about so much.*
Alta
"That it will. You've been in Dezabia before?"
*Her mask would drop as they walked through the old doorway, the sandstone's weight having warped the dark wood over the years. The interior was far less warm, the air shallower as candles dried the air. The heat had drained most peoples' energy, so few rowdy drunks could be noticed as they winded past, Ikehara examining the odd patron.*
Vanessa
*Terrel would let out a tired sigh, finally out of the beaming heat in them entering the tavern. He'd briefly scan the building for a bit, listening to her as she'd ask him if he's been here.*"Only once before."*He'd say to her.*"It was much easier to travel through here than the mountains to get to Irunia after all."*The Elf would gently pull her along to one of the seats that remained open still for them to sit at before eventually letting go of her hand.*"You can imagine that I don't come around too often with this heat though."