Rufio,
Though he would never really admit it, Rufio was half impressed that the first male had a plan. It was helpful too, that he had knowledge of the land they called Denocte. Though Rufio couldn’t claim to know much about the Night Court, he knew that it wasn’t here, and that was good enough for him. Nodding mutely at Abel’s plan, his chains seemed to jingle in response. For once, the fire tongued boy doesn’t have much to add… the idea that they should split up also seemed reasonable enough to him, and maybe they would get done quicker and have a chance to wander about.
Inwardly, he hoped that he might find a keyhole in time. Far fetched though it was, Rufio was still holding out hope that he could find his way out of this place. With each passing day, he knew the chances grew slimmer, but still he could hope for escape and respite. If nothing else, this adventure to the neighboring court would provide some semblance of excitement. He was definitely over the desert, and far from wanting to stick around and see if the sands would peel his skin from his bones. Given time, he figured Solterra would eat him alive, or make a begrudging convert of him… and neither sounded particularly inviting at this time.
His ears flattened some at the mare, brushing off her insults and tone, but itching with annoyance as he barely masked an eye roll. It was good that the golden male had a sense of humor, and his own lips quirked a bit. What about the fourth? he finally asks, quickly making calculations in his mind that didn’t add up. Three stores, four perpetrators. If you know the way, perhaps you can direct us and keep an eye out for the guards… he addresses Abel, only mildly curious as to what would happen should they get caught. Certainly, their actions would not be taken kindly… but Rufio had little awareness of all that had come to pass between the Night and Day courts.
mischief managed.
@Tuolouse, @Abel, @
