Tris was mounted upon her enormous brindle steed, dressed in a long blue tunic and rider's leggings, having opted to keep her armor packed on Feldspar. Hopefully they would not run into anything serious along the way, but she preferred to stay light when possible. At her side was strapped a simple longsword; again, no need to keep out the heavy stuff unless she was specifically preparing for battle. Rarely for Tristan, she had her hair tied back in a simple braid, as it was terribly windy that day, and she didn't want to have her mane whipping around too  much.  It was also overcast, and she really hoped it wouldn't be raining later. It was mostly farmers' fields and steppes out here, and not so many places for shelter, and she had no idea how far the next town was.<br/><br/>She hoped it would be a bigger one, or at least a trading post which might have maps of the new areas they'd be exploring.<br/><br/>As she spotted Rita, she cried out in greeting and galloped over.<br/><br/>The halfling had been her closest friend for many years, and she was glad to have someone like her on this as-of-yet aimless journey. Overall, she had spent a lot of times with the halflings in her homeland. Being around humans made her feel freakish, but halflings were already supposed to be half the size of humans anyway.<br/><br/>She reached a long, muscular limb down to her friend. "All ready to hop on?" she asked.