Celris basked in the glory of the captain's  thanks, and quickly demolished her food while Osbourne let out what could be called a laugh. The noise itself was frightening, perhaps because there was no cheer in it, in fact, it sounded vaguely threatening. Celris eyed the HighBreed warily and almost choked when she heard the word 'angel' directed at Osbourne.<br/>The HighBreed turned to Celris, observing as she pounded her chest, "Angel!" She quietly exclaimed and shook her head.<br/>Once their boat hit land Celris leaped off with alacrity and grinned widely. Home. She'd been gone six years, a decent chunk of a Feral's life and it never felt so good to see nothing but Feral faces instead of that haughty, Alune blue.<br/>She followed Black to the stables and smirked at his request for horses. She'd almost forgotten about the Rhenho! Ah, how she missed this!<br/>Celris quickly greeted her own steed and climbed onto it's back, flopping comfortably on the massive beast. "Feral land at last!"<br/>"We'll make camp tonight somewhere out there, but in the morning we will b there."<br/>She nodded happily, in the state of mind to agree to anything, "This be my home turf, Black, I don't mind sleeping in the country."<br/>Osbourne, who'd shadowed them through all of this, an kept decent distance from the Rhenho, nodded.<br/>Celris glanced back at the HighBreed, "Watch out Osbourne, there's all sorts of animals here, and they're not as easy to subdue as those in Alune lands." She glanced about, then patted the Rhenho amiably, "Can't snap these brutes necks with one hand."<br/>Osbourne stiffly replied, readying his wings for travel, "I noticed."<br/>Celris snorted at his lack of reaction and turned forwards, "So onward, 'ho', then?"