<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/50/d7/1a/50d71a11f48e22255fd9d592f763aa35.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Niamh Deasún</strong></div></div>The mage's response had her lips compressing to hold back a hint of laughter that sought to escape them when he made it clear that he did not consider her 'rescued' until her belongings were also present. He clearly was an opinionated one, and a person use to having that opinion listened to. What sort of tale did those eyes hold, what shaped his personality... oh she wanted to know. So Niamh held her laughter, and her quips, giving him the information he sought only to find herself blushing slightly at the smile and his use of 'my lady'. She was a bard, most thought that not much different than a whore.<br/><br/>Curious eyes watched him move to the demon, noting how close they seemed. More than friends most likely. What a mental vision that was. The raven haired woman withdrew from where she had stayed perhaps a step too close to the demon after impulsively hugging him. He had hardly seemed to notice, so focused on the other man. And then he was gone, just like that, and Adan moved off as well leaving her standing under the tree with the rain drops slipping through the canopy of leaves every so often.<br/><br/>She tried not to pace, but waiting on others to rescue her was not something she was use to and so the young woman gave into the urge, treading back and forth around the tree roots as she hummed a jaunty song under her breath.<br/><br/>Swifter than she would have imagined possible Adan returned with Snowdrop carrying him almost happily. Niamh blinked, shaking her head, sure it was just a vision she had in wanting the mage to not have struggled with the opinionated horse. But no, he rose the gelding right up to where she stood and dismounted smoothly before handing over the reins. It didn't surprise her that the gelding jerked against her hold, her shoulders had strengthened after Snowdrop had shown his habit of that and she had only dislocated her shoulder once in the tug a war they engaged in at times. "He didn't bite you? Or step on your foot? Or wrench your arm out of socket?" Her surprise was clear in her tone, for she had been truly worried about sending anyone else to deal with the stubborn beast. Part of her loved that Snowdrop was so himself, but that didn't mean she was blind to his faults. The only time they seemed to get along was when she took extra time to brush and pamper him.<br/><br/>Before Adan had time to reply though Corbin appeared and prompted Snowdrop to rear slightly and start trying to dance away which meant she had to dig her heels in, arms out stretched to the fullest as she cursed under her breath in several languages while attempting to get the horse back under control. "It's okay, I promise, he's a friend Snowdrop...." The demon's words registered then, a hot blush touching her cheeks because they had both helped her so much and here was her horse making one of them feel unwelcome.<br/><br/>Niamh managed to bring Snowdrop back in line, and he showed his rare affection for her by lipping at the cloak she wore. Or perhaps it was just that it smelled like the mage. A hand to his forehead, she glanced in the direction of Corbin with an apologetic smile on her lips, "He didn't mean anything by it, I swear. He is just rather... opinionated."<br/>