<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">K’risti stroked her long golden locks, lost in the thought of riding with Kye her arms wrapped around him, but released the whimsical girlish fantasy from her mind by tugging sharply down on her tresses. “I think not, Sir Kye, better ye have full control of your mount should a combat situation arise. Besides the additional horse could come in handy in a dire case of our losing an animal or as a pack horse if we have an unexpected boon at the ruins. Fear not Kye, I sit a horse quite adequately, and if we both have our eyes and hands, then the better our chances of dealing with unexpected circumstances”, she responded with surety of her decision, even as she checked her reflection in her little mirror. Satisfied she gathered her heavy robe, thinking of leaving the sheer one behind, however she gathered it as well, simply because she looked so pretty in it. She stepped out from behind the wall, looking more like a rogue, than a Magnus.</span></span></em>