Tonight is all about me? Rilana's glacial blue eyes shifted back and forth between Svarak's as she tried to puzzle out the hidden meaning in his words, her pale brows twitching together slightly as a confused frown met the touch of his hand. The frost on her face came away at the brush of his thumb and she leaned slightly into the warmth of his palm.

[i][color=00aeef]Why...?[/color][/i]

[i][color=fff200]Ask him yourself,[/color][/i] Kona snapped, pacing angrily, suspiciously, behind her eyes as he watched.

[color=00aeef]"Tonight is important to me, certainly, but I don't see why that might matter to you, Lord Knight."[/color] The tenderness of his touch, his wistful smile, Rilana wasn't sure what to make of it. But she followed gracefully in his foot-steps as he drew her along. The wind was picking up slightly and the icy chill put a shiver down her spine. 

[i][color=fff200]This is dangerous,[/color][/i] Kona warned.

When she sat down she let herself press against the charr when she normally wouldn't, the fellness in the wind making her bare legs feel more exposed than was normal. Perhaps it was the weird gleam of Svarak's ice shard of a sword that made her feel strange. It was hard to tear her eyes off it, though she had no desire to touch it. 

Following Svarak's gaze, she looked up and sighed. At least the skyfire was something familiar and comforting in the face of...everything.

[color=00aeef]"My mother always told me that the lights were where the Feywild touches Tessanis, proof, or maybe a reminder of where my people come from. But I always thought of it as a kind of beauty, born into the sky to match all the things in the life that are beautiful but invisible. Like happiness and joy and music and..." [/color]

[i][color=fff200]You don't know him.[/color][/i]

Rilana shrugged. A moment later she was looking back up at Svarak's face in response to his sad tone. [color=00aeef]"I suppose I have been quite free to do as I wished in life. Until someone ordered a horse to Ebonfort, who no one has been to for hundreds of years and no one seems to quite recall why that might be. Except for you."[/color] There was an accusation in her tone, but it was playful.

The breeze blew curling tendrils of moonlight around Rilana's shoulders and she couldn't help shiver. Having never felt cold before, she equated the involuntary tremble with fear and lifted her hand to her throat, making sure there was nothing there.[color=00aeef] "Yes, they do seem foul. I'm worried that it might have to do with something I heard about in Stone Crest...."[/color] And the paige in Ebonfort.

He asked her about her magic and she stiffened, eyes flicking to the hilt of the sword on his back as if she expected him to draw it on her. The look would have given her away if she'd intended to lie, but Rilana wasn't the kind of person who could spin falsehoods, relying on ommission or silence to hide what she needed to conceal.

[color=00aeef]"I...have heard so much about what happens to outsiders and magic-users in Ebonfort. I've been afraid for my life for months now. To hear you say that I needn't worry is...either a huge relief or terribly infuriating, I'm not sure which."[/color] Her smile was mirthless.[color=00aeef] "If magic-users have nothing to worry about, why is there so much fear?"[/color] She recalled spending time with Trix in Green Falls and her near-descent into full-fledged panic and felt foolish for having reacted that way. But if Svarak was telling her the truth, then half of why she had feared him specifically was no longer a concern.

[color=00aeef]"I always had an affinity for Wildshaping and working with beasts. Wanderlust took me into the Frostfell early and I Bonded with my first Familiar a few years later. But that was years ago, long before I left for Ebonfort and met you."[/color] She was thoughtful, trying to recall what it was Svarak might have heard that had given her away.

[i][color=fff200]You always talked to yourself, even before you Marked me. [/color][/i]

[color=00aeef]"And when did you become a knight?"[/color]