Silven chuckled a little offering his hand to Anoria so she might fix herself on the mount and whistled back to Kynrind as she began to saunter off.  "If your face was the last thing I saw night elf, then I could die very happily.  There are much worse deaths than dying by the hand of a beautiful night elf."  Silven smiled brightly at that behind his mask and waited for Anoria to right herself before his mount began moving rapidly through the forest at high speeds; much faster than it had been going before and mostly due to the downhill slant they were going.<br/><br/>"Hold onto something Anoria unless you wish to fall off.  It might be best if you told me more about yourself as I expect it will be sometime before your sister returns and you don't seem like the type to remain silent for extended periods of time."