At Torrential word, Snow Tail rose up, shocked that the alicorn was now offering her a ride. She came to serve him, yet Torrential was the one who wished to help. It was rare for the master to help those clearly below him. "Thank you, Lord Waters," Tail said. She was about to object, but her body soreness stopped her. "You are quite right, my wings are sore after such a long travel. Though I am rather surprised that you're still in this land, considering recent events. We should continue our business later."

Tail turned to Star Dancer when Torrential was finished speaking. The mercenary had a cat-like grin and a sneaky look to her eyes at the Scholar. "How lucky," Tail said to Dancer, who was now blushing. For several moments, Dancer was speechless. Up to now, she had seen the alicorn akin to a father figure. Her time at the University she had a number of mentors like that. But Torrential's words brought a new dimension to their friendship. She could't tell if it was romance or playfulness, like close friends making jokes with each other. It was rather bewildering, a juxtaposition that was unexpected. 

After a bit, she finally smiled. "Of course, thanks Lord of the Rains," she said. 

Meanwhile, Snow Tail had put her armor, coat, and saddlebags back on. "Hey, do you how to use these?", she said to Dancer, indicating the wing blades on the ground. 

"No, never welded one in my life. Why?", said the Scholar. 

"Because you're going to hold onto them. If I'm going to be on Master Rain, I'm not going to be armed." 

"You don't have to do that."

Tail shook her head. "We just meet, and if I was in your horseshoes, I wouldn't let any newbie with any weapons ready," Tail placed the blades on Dancer's wings. "They're already sheathed, so your should be fine. Just hold onto them until we get to wherever where going." 

"What about those gauntlets?"

"In my saddlebag. Can't be used unless my hooves are in them." Tail then floated on to Torrential's back. Dancer likewise, landing close to the alicorn's mane and on his rather soft coat. it was cool and refreshing, like the rains that Torrential commanded. Yet it was not soaked, having been dried by the now open sun. 

A thought occurred to Dancer. "Um… Rain, my friend Bright Scroll told me something. The Lady tends to have him accompany her on these trips. He said, well, that the flight is quite rapid. Should we be prepared in some way?"