Apr 08 15:36:40 105 PA

From Chronicles

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North America - Old Highway The Old Highway is a solidly constructed road leading to and from Kingsdale. It is heavily travelled with lanes of traffic going in both directions. About a half a mile of wilderness to either side of this road has been cleared. This provides the guards and patrols a clear line of sight in case of trouble, and allows them to make preparations for any approaching visitors who look dangerous. This road is much larger than most of the side trails, it always shows signs of recent travel as it is the only major road coming and going to Kingsdale. The wildlife that normaly can be heard, has gone quiet recently. This is due to the forest fire which has charred most of the area.

While being a short distance from the city isn't necessarily considered 'safe', it isn't always a bad place to be either. The petite Inuit woman has made her way to this particular area, perhaps draw here from the charred nature of the earth. Her dark hair rests against her back, loose and free, a stark contrast to the much lighter colour of the fur parka which she wears. A short distance off of the road is where she happens to be at the moment, standing and merely passing her dark-eyed gaze over the ruined area which has been left in the wake of the forest fire. A slight frown touches at the corners of her lips, her expression thoughtful in nature and her brow furrowed faintly. Next to her there stands a great white bear which looks much like a polar bear, and when he gives a rumbling sort of grumble from deep within his chest, Monique brings her attention to him. Lifting her left hand, she brings her fingers to twine them into a bit of the fur at the animal's shoulder, though he stands nigh taller than what she does, which likely serves to make her look smaller than what she actually is.

Zooming along the road is a hovercycle. But instead of the usual gas emissions from a gas engine, or a hum of nuclear, there is a bit of silence. Only the jets give away the fact that there is even a vehicle out here. Sitting in the hovercycle is a man in Plastic-Man body armor, and goggles around his eyes. He seems to be carrying a rifle, and has a pistol holstered. He then pulls near the side of the road and lets the jets drop off to nothing. Turning the cycle off, he then climbs off the seat. Flipping up the optics reticle, he then reaches back into a sack, and pulls out what looks like a long-distance microphone, and begins to sweep the area.

With her back to the road, Monique isn't really paying much attention to what might be traversing it. But then, with the great white bear at her side, she doesn't have to be too concerned about that. The large bear shifts his weight slightly on his paws and turns his head, looking towards the road at hearing (and likely smelling) the vehicle and its apparent rider. The bear emits another deep rumble, one which holds threads of warning within it. This sound is enough to draw Monique's attention, and the petite Inuit woman moves to be standing so that Tornaq is positioned between herself and the road. She leans slightly against his chest, keeping the fingers of her left hand in contact with the animal, and her expression shifts to one of curiosity as she looks past the bear's body and towards the road beyond, to look at the very strange vehicle there. How... bizarre.

The man then frowns and taps a few things on the mike again, studying it. "How bizarre." He then sets the mic down and picks up the binoculars out of the sack. Looking around, he sees the burned forest part. And some color, maybe a bear, it sort of looks like one. The small woman behind it is a little outside his field of vision. "Strange." He then pics up the mic and begins to walk towards the animal and the burned mark. "Maybe its been caused by magic?" He asks, mostly to himself.

The bear perks its ears towards both man and vehicle, studying with a certain wary apprehension. Lifting his nose a little, Tornaq whuffles at the air, sniffing and testing it. Yet the bear doesn't move other than that, preferring to keep the bulk of his body between that stranger and his little shaman. A pink tongue escapes the bears lips, to lick his black nose, and then the tongue vanishes again and the great white bear lifts one of his front paws, ready to bound about at a moment's notice to attack, should he have the need to do so. For her part, Monique remains effectively concealed standing where she is in front of the bear, simply watching the stranger and occassionally giving a faint murmur in her native tongue, the words aimed to the bear. As the man starts to approach, the bear becomes a little uneasy, shifting his weight amongst those three remaining paws on the ground and giving more frequent grumbling noises.

Renos aims the mic like device in the direction not of the bear, but more of the burned area. He then looks to the bear. "Easy now, I am not here to bother you, or upset your meal, or whatever it is a white bear is doing out here. Just checking the area." He then gets some of the readings from the mic like device. He smells of tech and machines and oil, but also of magic, if the bear or the shaman can detect such things. "What I really need is for another portal to show up. That would help me immensely. But..." He then looks at the burn pattern, and then moves to pick up some of the charred sticks.

Within the bear's eyes there lurks the light of intelligence, and as the stranger begins to speak, it would actually seem as though the bear is listening, for the great white beast tilts his head a little to one side as he does so. Tornaq gives a loud grunt of sound then turns and lowers his head to touch his nose to one of his little shaman's shoulders. Monique stays as close to the bear as what she had been, still leaning against him, and she lifts her head to look up at her valiant protector, a hint of a smile managing to touch at the corners of her lips, if only a little. Her fingers move to give his chest a bit of a scritch, and she gives a faint nod before moving just enough to be a little more visible... or perhaps, to be visible at all.

Renos isn't really paying attention to the bear now. He's in his own little world. There is a bit of muttering. "I can't tell, but I think that its over there." He then checks the mic device once more. "Yeah, something there." He then walks over and finds a tree knocked over. "Something's under it..." He then frowns, more to himself than anything. "Doesn't seem to be any way I can pick it up. Well, if I must..." He then looks at his own arms, and begins to chant. The wires along his armor begin to glow lightly with the power he's putting on, or through it. "Well, better get started." He then moves to brace himself, and starts to pick up the tree.

Monique raises an eyebrow slightly as she watches the man, herself curious as to whatever it is he may be about. She's not sure if she wants to involve herself as of yet or not, and so for the time being, she is content with simply watching. Tornaq moves then, turning himself about so that he can be facing the man, and he does so in such a way so as to remain protectively near to Monique, though for the last part of his movement, she's likely put into plain sight. And left in plain sight, for she's moved as well so that she leans a little against his chest, shadowed partially by his large head. What little she can hear of the chanting intrigues her, and she's more than a little surprised when he moves to start to pick up the tree. Magic isn't really strange to her, for she possesses a measure of it herself.

A little animal seems to be in a hole, trapped under the tree. It then perks its head up and looks around. Renos then turns and sets the tree in a different place. He then reaches down and picks up the mic again as the glow starts to fade on his armor. Gone in 30 seconds. He then aims the mic at the animal. "Huh. Must be a magical creature. Not sure what it is. Can't tell one animal from the next." He then checks and then pats himself, frowning. "Darn, didn't bring my camera." The animal then takes off with a bit of a chatter.

Tornaq gives a loud grunt of sound, then sidesteps a bit in order to shake himself off from head to tail. By the end of the shake, he looks rather satisfied, then lowers his head to touch his nose to his shaman's shoulder once more, no doubt to regain her attention. The petite Inuit woman looks up at him, and then she chuckles softly before lifting a hand to ruffle his fur, and again she says something quietly in her native tongue. She can speak American, but when the conversation is just between herself and Tornaq, she prefers Inuit. Monique's dark gaze ventures towards the interesting young man and what he did, perhaps even going so far as to wonder if the small creature that was freed was the only reason for doing as he had.

The words, in the quiet, get his attention though, and he looks around. "Hello? Is someone there?" He asks, a bit confused. Its really not hard to hide from the man, sine his focus seems to be on machines and magic. But still, he's not completely oblivious. He then takes another reading of the area. "Well, thats that." He then looks down at the burn mark. "I wonder what caused this fire then?" He asks, more to himself, wondering.

The great white spirit bear gives a half snort and half whuff sort of sound, almost seeming to be grinning at the stranger's words. Being as small as what she is, Monique is easily able to hide behind him, and usually unintentionally. As the stranger calls out towards them, though, the small Inuit woman lifts a hand to run her fingers through her hair, brushing stray dark locks away from her face. "Someone is," she answers, her voice holding the innocence and strong accent of one who doesn't speak American as their first language. She'll likely always have an accent, no matter how much time she spends around folk hereabouts. "Carelessness is often the cause of fires... or so I have been told," Monique offers, tilting her head slightly to one side as she watches the stranger, a hint of a smile touching at the corners of her lips.

Renos blinks in a bit of surprise at the woman just walking around form the bear. "If it was a snake..." He half-mutters to himself. "YOu sure it was carelessness?" He asks, rather pointedly, and looking at her. "Wasn't any sort of robots?" He then blinks and smiles a little embarrassedly. "Sorry, um, suppose I should introduce myself first. Robert Renos." He then gives a nod to the woman. "Um...is that big bear a friend of yours?"

Monique tilts her head slightly to one side, and then she lifts one of her shoulders in a bit of a shrug. "I am not certain... I could not say for sure, as I was not here when the fire happened. And without being here, I could not say one way or another... I have but guesses towards the source," she replies softly, a small smile touching at the corners of her lips. Guesses, and perhaps her own experience... but mostly guesses, perhaps some of which are based on her own knowledge about the wilderness. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Monique Running-Wolf... and the bear is Tornaq, he travels with me," Monique says softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she gives that answer. He's been with her for nearly ten years.

Renos nods softly at that. "The bear has a name?" He asks a bit quietly and then heads a bit closer to the bear. Along the road is a parked hovercycle with a magic engine conversion. He then looks at the woman. "Um, I am not sure what is the proper manner of greeting. I am...sort of a backwoods type of person. So, I hope I don't offend. I am out and about, checking for portals with my magic detector. Its...a device I made to observe magic sources."

The diminutive Inuit woman chuckles softly, and then she gives a nod. "Yes, the bear is Tornaq. He travels with me," she says softly, a smile touching at the corners of her lips. Monique glances towads the hovering vehicle thing at the road, then brings her attention back to the man who has just nicely introduced himself to her. "The manner of greeting varies, depending on where a person is from... or so I understand it," she says softly, her tone thoughtful in nature. "You cause no offense. Checking for portals?" she inquires, raising an eyebrow slightly. Tornaq remains next to her, shifting slightly and simply watching the man, for he seems to find there to be no harm in the man for the time being.

Renos nods and then shows her his mic like device. It seems to have some gems embedded in the device. "Yeah, its a magical device. It checks the area that it is pointed at, and the gives me readings on the various things it picks up. I still haven't got any data on how to interpret it." He then looks at the bear. "Really? How do you talk to the bear? or does it talk at all?" Blinking at her question, he smiles. "Yes, there seems to be a rash of portals springing up. Apparently caused by robots."

Tornaq rumbles softly and eyes the device offered out for their inspection, grumbling a little louder and whuffing air past his lips. He's not sure about this particular item, but since it doesn't seem dangerous, he's not going to move against it. "Well... we have developed communication between us over the years we have travelled together," she says softly, her tone thoughtful. She's not sure how to explain it, really... at least, not in this language and possibly even not in her own native tongue. "He does not speak, himself," she adds, a smile touching her lips. Monique considers the words of portals, and she frowns slightly before giving a bit of a nod. "Where do these... robots... come from?" she asks softly, curious. She's not even sure what a robot is, let alone where one might be from. Or what it might do.

Clop clop clop. Sara plods in on white shaggy boots, apparently sans rider. The chestnut mare makes her way up the road at a walking pace, saddled and bridled, wandering up the road with an alert eye and ears quirked at the bushes. The horse looks up at the sky and down the road, keeping her pace slow, meandering north at a distance. Slowly drawing closer to the pair.

There is a hovercycle parked alongside the road. Also, a horse without a rider approaching the bear, and two humans. "Well, its sort of hard to explain. But the robots come from, essentially, another dimension." He neatly sidesteps the question and then looks at the horse approaching them. He then frowns, not recognizing the horse in the least. "Oh! Empathetic communication. More of a sharing of feelings instead of words and ideas?"

AH! The wide open spaces. It was good to get out of the city, even if the 'lent' horse was a lot more expensive that Ordo had considered. The brown mare, a bit shaggy around the edges and a little too old for Ordo's tastes, it was none the less better than walking. To get away! Just for a little while, at least. Just to the outpost, perhaps, or really any decent sized village with a scout or two who could deliver letters. The Dandy briefly considers that perhaps this has been one of his better ideas, getting away from the drama and heartache of his love life and into a bit more primal situations. Not that he expects the trip to be easy.. But, after trying to woo Kid, even a Demonosaur seems like a welcome diversion! Just a small spot on the horizon, but comming up in a fairly good clip.

At the sound of the hoofbeats upon the road, the small Inuit woman turns to look in that direction, the movement done first by Tornaq. The bear gives a bit of a rumble, easily recognizing the horse, then looks to Monique before giving himself a bit of a shake, though he doesn't settle just yet. The Inuit recognizes the horse as well, and a slight frown touches at the corners of her lips. "Strange," she says quietly, her brow furrowing slightly. Her attention returns to the man near to her, for she's presumed that the horse is out here for a reason... unknown to her, but a reason all the same. She blinks a little at Renos explanation of where the robots are from, and she lightly shakes her head. "I do not understand... what is a robot, that it can come from... well... somewhere other than here?" she asks softly. Words are one thing to say but quite another to be understanding.

Sara wanders up to the pair, whuffling a moment at Tornaq before lifting to lightly tap front hooves on the earth. Then, shaking from head to toe, the chestnut mare continues walking north, breaking into a little trop as she continues, keeping her speed low on the uncertain terrain.

Renos then frowns as the horse gallops away. "Strange. Why's a horse out here?" He then looks around. "Didn't see anyone riding it." He then looks back to the woman and looks thoughtful and downward. "Well, there is technology. Like my gun or my hovercylce. They are devices. They are simple things with no to little programming. Err...programming is...instincts for technology. Well, a human can get their body replaced with technological limbs. Thats...a cyborg. Still human in parts, but can be mostly technology. A robot is where you take and build a machine from the ground up, giving it lots of instincts and programming, and making it, generally, human shaped."

Ordo continues to plod along at a fairly decent clip, his neat bundle of letters tucked away inside his cloak; He had no intentions of being caught outside after dark, if he could help it! Ah, but whats this?! PEOPLE! The Nobleman leans up and out of his seat to peer ahead a ways down the road, before clicking his tongue to drive the old mare faster. Perhaps they are scouts? What a wonderful coincidence!..

As the horse draws near, Tornaq exhales a grumble which could almost be taken as a greeting. The horse isn't attacking him, so he has no need to turn all defensive and offensive against it. So the great white bear watches the strange horse, and only after she's left does he give himself a healthy shake. Monique lifts a hand to lightly scritch at Tornaq's chest again, and then she brings her attention to Renos. "I do not know, but I do know who it belongs to," she says softly, her tone thoughtful in nature. It's who it belongs to which likely has her a little curious as to why it's out here. She blinks at Renos, clearly not understanding everything behind what he's saying, but managing to grasp some. "It seems... very strange, this technology," she says quietly, still trying to piece it all together and not having much success. Technology is just... bizarre. At least, to her it is, but considering she was raised where technology doesn't really exist, it's not terribly surprising for her to find it to be that way. "It seems very confusing... why would someone build something that is not human to look human? It does not make sense," she say softly. Tornaq scents Ordo approaching, and the great white bear shifts his weight and turns his head to look over his shoulder to watch the man riding nearer, weighing the inherent threat possessed by said rider.

Sara trots off into the distance, dwindling down the road. And none follow her! *sob* Sadness!

Renos frowns and thenw atches the horse. "You do know who owns the horse?" He then watches the bear as it senses something. "I think something's wrong with your bear." He says curiously. "Oh, um, why would someone? Becuase human shapes are easier to relate to. Also, it can use human equipment. It doesn't need specially designed equipment to be built for it. And robots are generally tougher, and lack the choice to...resist...the owners commands. An owner of a robot has total control over it. And can order it to do anything, even that which would destroy it. ANd it will do it, with no hesitation."

The gentleman continues to approach, slowing his horse down a bit when he finally notices something curious. A bear! And not just a bear, but a rather large WHITE bear. He's still quite a ways off, obviously; You just don't cover fifteen miles that quickly, even on horseback. But even from this distance, that bloody bear - of the polar variety, if Ordo remembers correctly - stands out like a sore thumb. It is then that his own horse tosses and snorts, catching a brief scent of PREDATOR MAJOR when the wind shifts just a little. The mare dances a bit, Ordo struggling with the reins, his affects and bits rattled in the process - but otherwise unharmed. The mare, just an old fashioned lender horse bred more for quick jots around the castle for those uninterested in taxis. It was never meant to be a full born 'cross country mare! It even jumps off the path, causing Ordo to release the most dire of curses in his lexicon - when not around Kid. "CURSE YOU, you flea riddled animal! The road is tha- Oh.. oh dear..." The horse calms down, but Ordo's attention is elsewhere. Namely, down there, in the small clearing off the road. A person! A man! Biting his lower lip, Ordo quickly dismounts.. Is it a trap? Is it a decoy for bandits?! Who knew! But Ordo could simply not take the chance. He has a way of dealing with ruffians, after all, should the worse arrise.. "I say! Are you alright?"

Monique's gaze lingers upon the horse for a moment longer before returning to Renos, and then she gives a small nod. "Yes, I know who owns the horse. The horse is Sara, it belongs to Sebastien," she says softly, her tone thoughtful in nature. She blinks a little when he mentions there is something ill with her bear, her attention swiftly turning to Tornaq to watch him. She chuckles softly, and then lightly shakes her head. "There is nothing wrong with him. He sees someone, or hears them," she says softly, her tone thoughtful in nature. Her attention returns to Renos as he speaks further on robots, and she wrinkles her nose a little bit. She's still not sure about this technology thing. It still seems very strange to her. And currently, beyond her comprehension. The great white bear gracefully rises up on his hind legs and issues a roar at Ordo, perhaps considering him to be some manner of threat to his shaman. Or something.

Sebastien lies in the dirt off the road on his back, out cold. Takes quite a bit to unseat a knight! He could sleep in the saddle at a trot. Half of his face is sunburned from laying face up in the grass, hat laying stiffly beyond his head. Dressed in white and green, it's amazing anyone noticed him at all. Though Ordo's questions do largely go unanswered, Sebastien appears to be breathing and has a pulse.

Renos blinks at the bear's roar and stuffs his fingers in his ears. "Does he always do that?" He then looks to where the bear is looking to. He then frowns at yet another horse, and some lump on it. "Well..." He then puts the binoculars to his eyes and asjsust them. "Hey...its that guy. The one Kat called a fop." He then frowns a little. "I wonder whats he's doing out here, and whats he's looking down at." He then hands the glasses over to Monique. "This is a form of tech that lets you see far away. Go on, have a look."

Despite his foppish and dandy mannerisms, Ordo is suprisingly versed in survival in the wilderness; Part of his youthful training, to be king of a caravan someday. The young merchant prince immediatly checking for both pulse as well as breathing and, having found both, neatly decides to NOT strip the corpse of anything useful. We joke. He does, however, perk his ears up at the ROAR. Primal! Powerful! It sends a brief shiver of chills up his spine, but he holds true. He cannot abandon this poor fellow to fate! No, no Ordo has designs to be a hero, and it starts here. "No worries, old fellow, we'll have you up and true in no time." Chattering away happily, even as he'll attempt to get an arm under the unconscoius Sebastien and perform a fire man's carry. WOOF! DEAD WEIGHT. "Urgh.. dear heavens above..." He grunts again, shuffling about as he lumps the lead weight over the Mare's saddle. After a couple of tries. The bloody thing is skittish as all get out after that roar. With another grunt, Ordo settles the Knight Errant, and begins to lead his horse out and down the road. Waving a hand in the air as he calls out: "I SAY! ASSISTANCE!" Still too far away to be heard, really, but he can try to wave his arm like a maniac and get attention.

The small Inuit woman seems not to be bothered in the slightest by Tornaq's roar. Though she does raise an eyebrow slightly and look up at him. Her attention turns towards the source of the polar bear's roar, and then she lifts a hand to lightly run her fingers through her hair. "Not always. Only when he perceives that there may be a threat," Monique says softly, her tone thoughtful in nature. To Renos' words, she looks to him, then frowns as she looks to the glasses being offered, and she lightly shakes her head, perhaps afraid of them. Technology is not something to be trusted by her, at least not yet. And she does not feel trusting enough of it to use it. "Thank you, but... no, I can see that far, with a little help from my friend," she says softly, lifting a hand to lightly touch Tornaq's side. She murmurs something to herself, in her native tongue, a flicker of light coming to shimmer within her dark eyes. She frowns slightly, then glances back to Renos. "We must go, and lend help," she says softly to him, giving a small nod. She turns away from Renos then and after giving Tornaq a light pat, he lowers to all fours and starts to head into movement, Monique starting also to head in that direction. Moving fairly quickly, the pair covers ground fairly readily, as though this is an accustomed manner of travel for them both.

Grunt. Sebastien is ... on a horse. "Sara.." Sebastien mutters. He's gotten bigger. He's huge! His feet nearly touch the ground on his clydesdale? "Take me home, Sara," Sebastien jostles as the horse moves, and he gropes for a pommel that ... isn't there? The young man begins to slide, ever so slowly, down the horse's side. "Sara!" Sebastien speaks more loudly, "Stop!" That's no way to command a horse! Well, maybe his robot friend takes a more vocal approach.

Renos frowns. "What?" He then takes the glasses back up to his eyes, and spots what she saw, Ordo, lifting someone onto a horse. "Oh, fiddlesticks." He then looks around. His hovercycle is several tens of yards away, but it seems to be the fastest thing they have. So, he runs to it, and hops on. Kicks it up starting and banking it sharply in a 180, then heads in that general direction. The hovercycle probably much faster than anything there.

"Easy, friend..." Begins Ordo, idly pausing to -shove- the sliding man back atop the saddle. How DID they do this in the novels?! ".. Your lady friend is no where about, nor are you in a fair way to chase her." Who else could be called 'Sara'? "I am Ordo Malleus, as a way of introduction, and you are in good hands. At least, fair hands. Either way, just relax.." Begins the noble, still leading the horse along. He glances back to the faint smudge of white bear, and at last resolves there are two people near it. He raises his hand to his mouth, shouting out: "AHOY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" He pauses as the white MIGHT BEAR and companion begin jogging his way. A brief niggle of worry in the back of his mind, but he brushes it off with confidence. Perhaps overconfidence. He's certain he can handle whatever may come. "It appears they did...! Ah, and a -hovercycle-. Well, well, your lucky day, friend."

Shifting her pace slightly, the small Inuit woman starts to move faster, into a run, and the great white bear lumbers at her side, grumbling now and again as the pair moves. She doesn't look back to Renos, trusting in him to move as he sees fit, whether to help or to get more help is up to him, for she's not about to order him to do anything. The hovercycle will likely reach them before she and her bear, but that's to be expected considering the speed of the thing. Running, once she does reach them, she'll likely not be too winded, considering this is her only mode of transportation. Worry and concern both niggle within her mind, for she'd seen all too clearly who it was that Ordo had dragged into the saddle. And that gives her cause for worry, for she wonders what sort of trouble the knight-errant may have gotten himself into this time. Glancing towards the rider there, she lifts a hand in a sort of wave, merely to indicate that she does hear and that she is on her way. Tornaq gives a rumbling sort of grumble, and seems all to at ease in lumbering along next to her.

"Stop Sara," Sebastien mumbles again, grunting at the hand on his shoulder. He peers at Ordo, saying softly, "Blood. So much ... my legs, they ..." his eyes really look through the man, unfocused, "where are my legs?" he asks, patting the side of the horse. "Sara, go find my legs!" Ordo may not have gotten a great look at Sebastien, but the man's legs are right where they're supposed to be. "They should be at the wagon..." Sebastien bounces. Sounds roughly like the fruitless vision he had her chasing after the other day.

Renos then pulls up alongside the horse, kicking the speed up on the hovercycle to 150 before slowing down, braking suddenly, and hopping off. "Get him off the horse, I have to check him." He orders, uncharacteristically. There is a et to his jaw and and firm look in his eyes to say that he's working on something, and you shouldn't really give him too much gruff on anything right now. He then looks to Ordo, and frowns. "Seen you...before, haven't I?"

It's a little while after Renos has reached the pair when Monique actually reaches them. Once to them, she pauses, looking to Ordo there upon his horse before her gaze shifts to Renos, to take a moment to see just what he's doing to Sebastien. Lifting a hand, she brushes a bit of her hair from her face, quickly, to get it from her face where it had been ticklishly annoying her. She studies him briefly, considering, and then she inclines her head slightly towards him. "I can help, if there is need of it... I know healing," she says softly, a faint smile touching at the corners of her lips. Tornaq, meanwhile, has come to stand behind her, protectively so, and with a look which states more clearly than words that he will harm anyone who seeks to harm his shaman. She looks to Sebastien, a bit of worry reflected within her dark eyes, and a bit of a frown touches at the corners of her lips. "I wonder what happened," she says quietly, sounding concerned... and curious, as well. Her main concern, though, is getting the knight-errant healed and well again, whether by her own ability or by that of Renos... or both.

If he's even hurt at all! Sebastien looks unharmed, but he keeps babbling about his legs. "Sara, Sara..." Sebastien shakes the horse, and looks at her feet. No white boots? "You're not..." the young man utters softly, and he swallows visibly. He peers around, looking confused, and he drops off the horse to land first on his feet, and stagger against the animal. "Where is she?" he asks, looking at the sky and shuddering. "This isn't?" He peers at the ground, looking a little ill. But at least he's more cogent! "How far away from town am I?" He speaks, staring at the earth. "Away from Kingsdale." As if he could have ended up anywhere.

Renos then reaches over and peels an eyelid back with a thumb and flashes a light at his eye, seeing how it responds. "Hello, its Robert. You remember me? You know..." he then nods, as he knows where he is at at least. "Your horse seems to have wandered off, and this man found you lying in the grass. Can you tell us what happened?" He then reaches to the side of the neck and starts to take a pulse.

The small Inuit woman takes a long moment in studying Sebastien, and she tilts her head faintly to one side. Her brow furrows a little bit as she considers the bits and pieces that he's spoken, and then she lightly shakes her head. "I recognize what he speaks of. He brought me out here, the other day... in seek of a wounded man in need of healing," she says quietly, a frown touching at the corners of her lips. Reaching out a hand, she lightly touches Sebastien's shoulder nearest to her. "Sebastien, you have your legs," she says gently, then lifts a hand to gesture slightly in the direction of town. "This is not far from town, where we are now. Sara continued on, without you... I can try to fetch her, if you'd like?" she offers, raising an eyebrow slightly. Urf. Now why would she offer that? She knows the horse is strange and not natural, and yet, she's offered to fetch the beast. "Does she... have a command, for returning?" Monique inquires. Tornaq swivels his ears a little and grumbles a bit, then shakes himself off, likely not much relishing the notion of hunting after an unnatural horse-type beast.

Sebastien's heartbeat is racing, as he reaches town to grope at his legs. "They're ... huh." He licks his lips, looking aside at Robert. And then at Monique. Sweat begins to beat on his brow, and Sebastien winces at the sunburn on his face. "Did the horse kick me?" he asks softly. "Angelina," he speaks. "Tell her Angelina and she will follow what you say. She will follow you home." He blinks, and staggers away from the horse to spew thin vomit over the grass, emptying the meager remains of his gut. "I've never..." Sebastien gulps. "He must be psychic. I've seen this for days now. He's going to die, I think."

Renos nods softly. "Yeah, its probably a vision. Strong one too. Most of the ones I have are when I am dreaming, or when I activate my abilities. You, however, seem to resonate with this person. This man who will die, probably somewhere near here. Unless i miss my guess. Psychic powers and abilities grow weaker with distance and time. Especially time." He then frowns, seeming to think about it.