The evening rides that Integra and Nuala take about the city are not quite scheduled or regular; often enough, one or the other of them simply hasn't the time or energy, the responsibilities of leadership weighing Nuala down to her desk or taking Integra out with her agents. Accordingly, it's always a pleasant relief when their schedules align and they've the time to take Althalus and the Phantom Queen (which is a lovely name for a horse, thank you) out in the lowering dark of Baedal.

By the time they are passing nearby Deucalion's path, conversation has temporarily lapsed - such rides are an excellent opportunity to share their thoughts on the current situations, but at times there is only so much to say and silence has its own value - and Nuala is only half paying her surroundings attention.

Her voice comes startled in that silence, "Dlúthchara?"

He does have a very distinctive silhouette.


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