He’d been to the coast before, on apostate hunts with the Knight Commander before they had gotten to busy to do it themselves, and he’d always enjoyed the little down time granted. Sure, there were the ugly skeletons of crashed ships looming against the jagged rocks that plagued the area of the coast and of course there were the Tal-Vashoth that hurled spears at anyone who dared to even breathe the same air as them, but overall the coast could be lovely.
This night it was and he found himself straying from Sarah’s side to observe the moonlight bouncing off the water’s surface. A hazy mist, combined with the light of the moon, gave the crashed ships a ghost-like appearance. The air was considerably cooler out here near the water and he shivered crossing his arms as he shuffled along near a cliff, turning his attention back to her when he heard her whistles and tilting his head slightly, as if to question her without speaking.
Compared to what he was about to see, this view was rather lovely. She was not fond of the fiends hiding in the cliffs, but knew they were there, simply waiting. Sarah seemed more concerned about other things, which was nerve-racking for one that knew what lurked in the dark. “Come on now,” she felt a few pebbles fall from above their heads.
It could be an ambush and this could be the end of their journey. Right about now, Orsino could be praying to the Maker and she could be praying to the Old Gods for their lives to be spared. They could be tossed down the cliff below and have their bodies broken as they tumbled down the sharpened rocks.
But what appeared overhead was not a Qunari, a human nor an elf. It was a white beast with fur that glowed underneath the moonlight. His eyes were reflective and staring at them both before it began it’s hazardous descent to meet them.
Sarah didn’t seem a bit perturbed, for this was her companion, one that she didn’t speak much of to Orsino. There was a reason she didn’t simply waltz into towns with him, the beast was the size of a pony. He breathed in her scent and then the one of the slender mage behind her. His eyes trailed over the male elf just as he managed to finally land on the path.
“It is good to see you as well,” she said quietly and turned to Orsino with a light smile, “My travel companion, not what I brought you out here to see, but since we are here - I wanted to see him for awhile.” Sarah didn’t know if Aunduin had made himself home in one of the caverns, perhaps killed spiders for sport or food until Sarah came around. And he always knew when she drew near.