07.12.3013: A Return To Rovehn
Summary: Lady Eiris returns to the caravan after a stay in Phylon. Rebecca is sent out to escort her and her guard back home. The most recent news is exchanged.
Date: 12 July 2013
Related: None.
Eiris Rebecca 

The Bottoms — The Caravan, The Vale
Wherever the Caravan of House Rovehn may be, the stretch of plains where they set up their temporary settlement is known as The Bottoms. They favors flatlands where there is plenty of room for each of the large, wheeled caravans to set up comfortably — usually ranging from a one and a half to two square miles of open space. There is an organic way in which the caravans arrange themselves, almost naturally establishing districts and neighborhood blocks with roads of trodden grass winding their way between them. It is exceptionally rare to come across a parked caravan that doesn't have its rampways extended and exterior doors open. When weather allows, most of those caravans with housing units have their windows open, noises of everyday life mingling with the sounds of the plains.

Surrounding The Bottoms are the various horse herds, each of which are looked after by dozens of riders. Destriers, thoroughbreds, and walkers all mix and mingle together into cohesive groups. Hard light fences and paddocks are erected to provide safey and necessary shelters for the herds.

12 July 3013

The plains of Ares sweep as far as the eye can see, baked golden by the summer sun. Overhead, a single falcon wheels in the air, crying plaintively. Sergeant Rebecca Mordain is all but invisible where she sits astride her horse, Spectre. The Red Wraith, as she is called, has her scout armor on, and the camo mode blends her in perfectly with her surroundings. Spectre's buttermilk buckskin coat blends in equally well. Only when the peregrine above dives down to land on an outstretched gauntlet, does the scout become visible, deactivating her stealth mode. "Thanks Ghost," she murmurs to the falcon, as she puts heels to Spectre's flank and begins moving in the direction the falcon spotted the Rovehn contingent approaching.

With the city receding far behind them, the group of two seem a bit more at ease and comfortable astride their equine companions. Watching the avian in flight, Eiristra shields her eyes to get a better look as it descends to the waiting arm that suddenly appears. As the the Red Wraith is revealed, a crooked smile takes the Lady's lips and she heels her horse, giving a click of her tongue as she takes to the fore at a canter, causing her to adjust the way she sits in the saddle. Her wild hair restrained for now, the braid bobs against her back in time with the steps of her horse. A hand lifts from her reins in greeting to the scout.

Rebecca's helmet parts down the middle and collapses back into the gorget of her armor. There is a small smile on the face of the scout as she pulls up in front of the pair and bows her head. "Lady Eiristrea, welcome back to Rovehn. I have been sent to escort you back to the Grand Caravan." The woman's scarlet hair is pulled back into a tight tail at the back of her head. Spectre whickers his own greeting to the other horses as Ghost makes soft sounds and furls his wings, hopping to perch on the saddle horn.

Pulling up short, drawing the grey dappled mare broadside at the greeting, her smile remains as she briefly looks past Rebecca as she mentions the caravan, "It is good to have the city behind us. Thank you for coming to meet us. I suspect nothing has changed since we were away?" A glance back then to note her guard who is only now closing on the rear. "I trust you are well too?" The question comes with a long drawn breath, comfort and ease drawing back up into her limbs and causing her shoulders to lower to relax. "And you as well?" Finally spoken to the avian no perched on the saddle horn.

"We trounced Hostile forces in the Vale most thoroughly, Milady," Rebecca notes. Her smile tightens a little at the question. Her husband went missing and presumed dead some 10 months ago. "I am as well as can be expected in a time of war," she replies. Ghost cocks his head at the woman and cheeps. The scout heels her horse around and starts him moving back towards where the giant caravan vehicles are small shadows on the horizon. "Did you fare well in Phylon?" she asks.

Bringing her mare up alongside Rebecca, the joy of returning to the plains seeps away into understanding. "I am glad to hear that they were turned away and the caravan's kept safe." Silence follows for a few seconds as she adjusts and holds the reins in one hand so that the other can rest on her thigh. "As much as I could considering it was Phylon." Eyes glance sideways over towards Rebecca before returning to their trail ahead. "It has not changed since my days at the Academ so it is a blessing to have returned to open air." Eyes lock on the shadows in the distance before she asks, "How many were there?"

"Close to a thousand, Milady," Rebecca replies. Spectre seems to know where he's going, and the scout spend her time feeding Ghost scraps of dried meat as a reward for his work. "There may still be a few here and there, we have people out hunting down the stragglers. Word has come down that another wave is en route, and the navy is being dispatched to meet them."

The numbers draw a nod of her head along with a tightening of her brow. "How many did we lose?" Eiris sees focused on the ride, eyes caught in the caravan they are approaching. The guard that had ridden with her to Phylon lingers back, keeping an eye out as the two converse.

"I have not been told the casualty numbers as yet, Milady. Sir Lionel broke a leg and mentioned losses, but I have no concrete data at this time," Rebecca admits. She pulls some apple slices from a saddlebag and offers one to the lady's horse before giving Spectre one. "But from my understanding, it was mostly a rout due to our overwhelming numbers of Valen, Rovehn, and Leonnida. There was much drinking at the tavern the other night."

"Good, very good," Eiris seems pleased now, her distant thoughts lightening as she draws back a little when her mare idle steps to be able to receive the treat caught out of the corner of its eye. A tail swoosh is the thanks Rebecca gets for the treat. "Then there is worry to be had over hangovers more than of Hostiles." A faint smirk crooks the corner of her mouth once more before she lets out a breath and lets her mare take the walk back so she can roll her shoulders and breathe in the open air.

"There has been news that the Knight Commander has been dismissed, however," Rebecca notes solemnly. "The King's Hand has resumed the position," meaning the Cindravale has been replaced by a Khournas.

Eyes open again at the sound and she turns her head to get a look at the Red Wraith, "THat does not bode well. Do you have any news as to the reason?" The distant caravan starts to take more defined shape as they draw closer.

"Apparently, the defenses Sir Alexandros organized this past week, were done without the consent of the Crown Council or the King. He overstepped his authority," Rebecca explains. She looks over at the lady. "You've been cooped up in the city, care to gallop back to the caravan and stretch your horse's legs?"

"A misstep and folly on his part, still not good to hear…" Though Eiris perks at the offer and her other hand takes hold of the reins again. Shoulders roll back slowly and she nods her head. "Not just stretch her legs, but mine as well. Last one back has to take care of the horses." She offers Rebecca a knowing smile, accompanied with a glance back at the guard before she clicks her tongue and gives a 'yah' to the mare. Hooves dig into the earth and willful horse is all too willing to participate.

Rebecca lifts Ghost from the saddlehorn and raises her arm. The peregrine takes flight to watch over them as she spurs Spectre into motion. The thoroughbred scouting horse dashes forward, but a careful hand on the reins insures he won't beat the mare back to the caravan.

The Lady is far from concerned with winning, her braid thrumming against her back as she lifts up out of the saddle, putting her weight onto the stirrups as she leans into the streamlined motions of the mare, feeling the wind beat at her face. Tearing into the area near the caravan, she brings the mare up quick, rearing just a little in the quick stop, using her shoulder against the back of the neck of the horse to ensure she doesn't shoot forward as a few people are forced out of the way. She is wild look, breathless and her heart rushes in her chest as she turns her head back to look at the other two trailing her. The guard will likely be left with the cool down of the horses. "Come now…you let me win."

"Nonsense, Milady," Rebecca quips amicably as she pulls up beside Eiris. "Spectre is just too fat and happy on apples." She smiles as She whistles up to the falcon. Ghost circles once, then heads for the rookery entrance in the Pale Caravan. "I'll take care of the horses. You and your man came a long way. Go, get some food and some rest." She dismounts and gives Spectre a pat on the neck lightly.

Eying Rebecca with that thrill smile still on her lips, Eiris lets off a soft laugh, "And I enjoy city dwelling. I think you need to learn how to lie better." Her dismount is fluid, keeping hold of the horse before handing the mare over to Rebecca. "Find someone to take them off your hands and join us when you can. It is good to be back and better to share it with good company. Also, I wish to hear more of the attack." A nod of her head to the Red Wraith and the Lady steps back, lifting hands to begin to peel the riding leathers off.

Rebecca chuckles at Eiris as she takes the reins. "Yes, Milady." She heads off towards the stables to find a groom.

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