Taalia Giovanni


Taalia enjoyed, as best as she could given the circumstances, the simple walk alongside the enormous destrier and with Briant's company. And Bella's too, naturally. To be honest, it was rather cute watching her friend react to snow, and it was relieving for the shepadress herself, whose last experience with the stuff was far less wholesome and whimsical. Instead, this was pleasant. The gentle blanket of snow, Briant's soft talking in his both foreign but oddly familiar language and the quiet excitement and wonder of her friend behind her. It made walking off into the cold night almost magical.

It didn't take long for them to discover where Briant was leading them. Or rather, had assured them would exist, in his own language. The road would have taken them there eventually, with or without his gentle insistence. The chapel was a a beautiful, but sad little place. During the day the shepardess could envision the light being caught in those beautifully stained windows and mesmerising all who came to sit and partake in reverence to the Lady. Who this Lady was, her decree's and requirements, Taalia could not say. But she quickly gathered that she was a big deal in these lands, and if she wanted to fit in, or at least be respectful, she would treat her image with the same respect she would treat that of Myrmidia or Verena. Besides, her own patrons would be take note of the hospitality she would show when she was a guest in the land of foreigners. It did not pay to be rude.

Assisting Briant with establishing a little camp, Taalia put up the tents she had bought for just this occassion, thanking her foresight back in Tilea. She brought out the pot and cooking utensils, and it wasn't long until a simple non-meat based ragu was cooking in the pot, enough for a hearty serving for each. There was some dried beef jerky, but it went to Milo, the small kitten running about the little camp near the fire/cooking pot, rolling onto its back and patting at any fingers that came close to pet it, before springing up and darting around once more.

When the Bretonnian withdrew his violin, however, Taalia smiled, her eyes moving over to Bella. At her friends suggestion, the shepardess blushed and giggled gently, hiding her mouth behind her hand as she did so. She lightly slapped her friend on the shoulder with her spare hand as she giggled, shaking her head.

"No, never! What if he could understand it?" she snickered along with her friend.

"No no, something pleasant at first! We'll do Finiculi Finicula, you lead, I'll back you up!"