<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Fallon.jpg)</div>Riding still, Fallon shrugs in reply to Venus' question.  "Depends on if we run into trouble, I suppose... but Rengard said Bushwyn is about two weeks north," she says with a polite smile.  As the crest the hill, she casts one last look over her shoulder at the town, wondering if this is the last she'll see of the place.  "Of course, with a ranger along, I'm certain that we can find our way without delays, no?"<br/><br/>Tilting her face in consideration of the woman, she smiles at the girl and resettles the cloak over her shoulders to tent her torso in warmth.  "Cool wind coming on," she murmurs.  "Hope we can all stay warm tonight."  She grins at that, not making eye contact, but can't hide her faint smile, perhaps at last night's post-reverie escapades, or the thought of sharing a warm fire?  Who can say...<br/><em><br/>~please advise me if you think this should be held for another turn.  Just trying to stimulate roleplay, and guessing that the trip allows time for this kind of thing~</em><br/><br/>As the trip wears on, she sidles her horse alongside the warforged.  "Sword," she calls softly, "We haven't spoken.  I am Fallon," she says softly.  "I'm curious about you.  I hope," she pauses as if unsure how to proceed as she looks skyward in consideration, "well, I hope I say this right.  But, I've never known anyone of your kind."  She smiles, faintly apologetic.  "I suppose that my temple was worldly in some ways, but backwards in others.  Can you tell me of yourself?"