With a wry smile she realised her attempt at their chant was likely as laughable to them as their drow would be to her.
"'Creator, give us strength. Creator, give us courage. Creator, give us victory.' hm?" Ne'Kales repeated "Well strength, courage and victory are doubtless things we shall need" she nodded with an almost softened smile that looked almost out of place set on her angular features...
A smile that hardened the moment Ranthak turned, as he swept his gaze across the men and her besides them. She could have sworn some of them visably shuddered as his glowering eyes fixed on them... for however brief a time his eyes stopped on her, hers stared narrowly back, dark and elegant and dangerous until he turned away to lead once again
Their obediance was amusing in its way... yet again he spoke and they jumped. She herself squinted a moment to peer at the path they now trod.
As she smiled a rather faint, but sardonic utterance of "Well, I wouldn't want to die" carried through the air.
She was used to rock, the underground caverns and steep inclines of her home very much like this slope, only without the snow... and no matter how bright the light was on the snow, this shadow was more than prepared to slip lithely over the rocks rather than down the trodden path.
The path of mushed snow, dead weed and flattened rock that Ranthak left behind him would offer her no grip whatsoever. She stepped forwards tenderly so as to test its depth before stepping lightly down.
The men were already scuttling along in their masters footsteps... but her own first steps were wary... one... two... three... then confident, her balance gained, she shifted her weight with each step to maintain that balance before she made her way over the rocks at the edge of the path they wore
Before they might have doubted her, humoured her as she struggled but now they struggled downwards while she caught up with them almost effortlessly.
"He likes trying to keep us on our toes, eh?" she asked perhaps a little breathlessly as she flashed her grin again, treading her way alongside them...
Or no, ever so slightly ahead of them... ever so slightly ahead of them, with her eyes fixed on the back of the man who was yet further down the slope.
Edited by Charon, 07 October 2004 - 11:45 PM.