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They say that Kobold's don't really express much emotion through their faces. That they often have the best poker faces in the game. Yet... for those peering at Vaal, with his veil flipped away from his eyes, he definitely seemed to be showing something. He looked to the crow with what could be a bemused expression. That slight tilt of the head certainly showed it at least. But there was something warm about it. Like someone watching a child to the world, and making inconsequential blunders, and are still flustered by it.

"Dare I ask if you're the...." Vaal stated in his slurring way. Though he trailed off, and reached out with a hand as if trying to grasp the correct word in common. "... father figure, as it is called? I do not recall seeing another... behave like one's son without being so."

As time passed, the kobold re-secured the veil along his snout. Shielding his eyes from the sun as while it began its set to night. He looked up when Cassandra called out about a smoke column. Through the haze of bright, and colorful light... the kobold could barely make out a bellowing trail reaching for the skies.

During that moment of pause... the Kobold decided to speak up. "If that is our destination... we should hold..."

But it seems what ever Vaal had to say fell on deaf ears. For he found himself now practically crushed against the neck of the mare who galloped down the road to her mistresses commands. And he had assumed that the female of the two humans was the less impulsive one. Well, that notion is wrong. But some inkling feeling in the back of his skull, from some forgotten experience almost, says he should have expected as much.

He had spent a good deal of that ride being thrashed, and jostled about on that mare's neck. A flurry of foul, and colorful profanity fell from his jaws and rang throughout the air in draconian that could make a sailor faint. The spinning colors and jarring all made him begin to sick up. His limbs flailing and kicking with each bump he took. His body lifting up just to crash into the woman's chest. And then gravity taking hold to throw him back down. Vaal did manage to get a clawful of mane to help stabilize himself. Then another. It helped. Not by much, but it still provided a substantial difference. The world wasn't spinning anymore.

Than he heard it. And then he saw it. With a tilt of his head towards the sky, he saw the massive form of a kin much grander than his own form take flight into the air and unleash a dazzling ray of destructive might. His jaws parted, and then he vomited over the side of the poor mare's withers.
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