"Okay." Uniqua says, still messing with her scarf. She then hurries up behind Rashall, forgetting her scarf for the moment.
Rashall waited for Uniqua to catch up before continuing on. The frosted ground crunched under their hooves as they walked down the road towards the infamous Tower of Angels.
Rashall settles his right wing over Uniqua's back trying to keep her warm, they have at least a mile and a half to go. "So you really seem to like that scarf," says Rashall trying to make idle conversation.
Uniqua looks at him. "Yeah, it was my fathers. He and I were really close. It's very important to me."
"No, it's okay. Everybody thinks I'm a fragile flower when on the subject, but death is natural, so why should I be upset?" she says, looking back up at Rashall.
Rashall smiles slightly and continues walking. A few minutes later he and Uniqua are outside the gates of the Tower of Angels. The gates and the walls to either side of them are huge easily towering over the woods surrounding it, but not by much. "Well then here we are," says Rashall.
"I guess you could say that," says Rashall with a slight smile. Up on the walls one of the guards notices Rashall and signals for the gates to be opened, seconds later the gates slowly start to grind open.
Rashall motions for Uniqua to follow him into the main courtyard of the Tower and starts walking forwards himself.
Uniqua growls quietly at her scarf before following him sullenly. "This scarf is going to annoy me all day." she sighs.
"Hmmm maybe I can find you a vest or something, we will have to talk to Stitchwork she'll know what you need.
"Stitchwork can take care of that as well, come on she should be at her booth," says Rashall walking towards one of the walls near the gate which houses a market like area. Another area is a training ground and the two closest to the actual tower are combined into a large garden.
"Well if you insist," says Rashall walking towards the garden area, "Come on I want to show you something," he adds looking back at Uniqua.