"Ah, no. Thank you. I have a map."

"Mountains of Morning," says Jann. "The entrance to the Caves of Fire and Night specifically. Er, why would it be good news if I was lost?"

"I like lost travelers. Either I help them and they owe me a favor, or they're rude and I get to curse them entertainingly. Do the Caves of Fire and Night have much fire in them? Because I could probably be pretty helpful if so." She shows off a lock of red hair.

"I've never been there personally but I believe the fire's mostly metaphorical. Not that I'd turn down friendly company. Given that I try to be careful about being polite."

The strange woman visibly suppresses the urge to clap her hands gleefully. "Oh, it's been ages since I did something. Would you let me fetch some personals from my tree?" At another meow, she adds, "Oh, I'm Sezan. And this is Leo." She pulls a sleek white cat out of one of her sleeves and waves his paw hello, which he tolerates with dignity.

"Sir Jann of Raxwell," says Jann, bowing politely from his horse. "Pleased to meet you both. I'm in no rush."

"Do you want to ride or walk?"

"Oh, I'd just as soon ride. Horses are wicked creatures, but I respect them and they respect me."

"Sure. You want to squeeze on her with me or should I get out of your way?"

"I don't see anything wrong with sharing a horse. There's certainly room."

"Up you get, then, Morganite here's good for it."

"Hey," Jann says amiably to the cat. "Mind your sharps, hm? Are you here for petting or the view?" He kicks Morganite into gear; on she plods.

Pet, pet. "I do what I can."

"D'you need to turn around and drop some stuff back off?"

"Well, they all had to be empty before they went into the same expanded space. Don't want any of those accidentally mixing up your sleeve."

"No, I mean should I not ask what they were."

"Oh! In case I needed a bomb. Don't worry, I've got more."

"...And they're drinkable?"

"I mean. That definitely depends on your definition of 'drinkable'. I'm just peachy, or close to. You would be less peachy. And dead."

"Okay then. Fire-witch thing?"

"Oh, probably."

"...'kay."

Sezan resumes humming to herself! Leo relocates to her head again.

This obliges Jann to stop petting him. He steers Morganite, head tilting back and forth to the rhythm of the humming.

Oh, that's cute. She likes this one.

Jann, sitting in front, has few affordances to read her facial expression!

"Don't play an instrument or sing really, but I like listening!"

"Ah. I've got a fiddle up my sleeve, if you'd like, and a couple of ballads I can play?"

"That'd be lovely, assuming being on horseback doesn't get in the way."

Jann continues his appreciative head-tilting.

Sezan continues to appreciate this!

Then they can pass several appreciative hours until Morganite is very tired and Jann picks a place to camp for the night.

"Correcting your balance all the time," explains Jann cheerfully. "Still less work than walking, though most days I do that half the time to give her a break. She's got my armor and food and whatnot on there." He peers at the sky, judges it sufficiently cloudless to not warrant the tent, and starts assembling kindling. "Do you want to do the honors?" he says of the resulting proto-campfire-like heap.

Jann doesn't remark on her choice of toy. He sets up his bedroll and then collects some water from a nearby stream (an important feature in a camp) and starts heating up some food for supper.

"Yeah, Morganite appreciates your restraint. I figure you have it under control but she's not so understanding."