Aerylinne set upon her face a smile that oozed charm, as she lowered her guarding hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Gia. As well as your band, of course, but I'm not quite so acquainted them." She clarified, clasping her hands together as she began striding on her way. "Should our paths cross again, I'm sure we'll be more hospitable." Aerylinne flashed the arachnid woman a parting smile, before proceeding onward into the night regardless of Cyrille's intentions to follow, or indeed not.<br/><br/>The late evening moons coloured the sky a midnight blue, a peppering of stars offering pinpricks of illumination. The forest was cast into an eerie, silvery glow that let the nightly creatures know to keep hidden. Aerylinne enjoyed the fresh air, the taste of freedom in her lungs as she knew now that she had no one to answer to. Cyrille might not have been pleased about this development, but the black-clad redhead was past the point of caring. The worst case scenario was her having to flee again. Well, there were<i>worse</i>cases, but Aerylinne tried not to think about it. Cyrille seemed like a perfectly fine lass and, as such, the fey-touched noble had no intentions of anything coming to such extremes. For now, her plan was to simply keep walking and see how her guardian took to her new found direction.<br/><br/>"...Are you coming?" She called back to her protector after a few paces, just to make sure. Her dress was picked up by the wind as she strode onward, billowing about her calves and revealing the faintest hint of her pale, perfect skin. It was more than evident that she took care of herself, but one could tell as such just by looking at her hair. She'd have to be in the business of vanity to muster up the effort to keep a mane that long.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>