||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||

Tamilia growled as he spoke; if there was one person she detested more than the one who took the last tarty tart, it was Redd. She drew a longer dagger from her hat - since it was longer, it was strapped to the side - and spun it around her wrist, catching the hilt in her long fingers. Snarling, she turned to Soul, looking much more frightening than moments ago. "I swear, when I see that blasted queen, I shall slice her limb from limb! Then, I will hack her own cranium off, and I shall laugh aloud!" As her angry words were produced, they took on a Scottish accent - just as her father's words had. As if to prove the point of her killing skills, though, she spun a tight circle, releasing the short sword as she did. It flew over Soul - narrowly missing his head - and speared into the trunk of the mushroom behind him, half of the sword buried in the fungus. Tamilia was still growling under her breath when Toppy licked at her fingers, and it was only then that she snapped from her state of pure fury. Clearing her throat, she looked to the ground, blinking a few times. "M-My sincerest apologizes, Soul. Redd has done enough damage to my life already; I hold the grudge of a thousand Alyssians against her." She corrected her top hat slightly and drifted past Soul, reaching out to the hilt of the sword and drawing it easily from the mushroom. "My apologizes, also, for potentially spooking you. My anger...runs away on me. A lot."
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||| Finnigan Jamison Odair |||

Finnigan watched Seph approach from the corner of his eye, his lips evolving from an irritated smirk to a grin. He hated having to always carry out orders; even a simple little race was fun for him. Horton, a naturally competitive horse, snapped his jaws at the other horse's shoulder, not to happy to be losing - even by such a small distance. Just to keep his horse from attacking, Finnigan sped him up slightly, keeping him alongside Seph's mount. "Slow down, kiddo; I gotta talk to you." Carefully, he slowed his horse, pulling the reins sharply to keep the stallion from biting at the other equine. He rubbed the back of his neck - he almost never wore his helmet, outside of battle - and sighed, looking to Seph with frustration. "Have you heard any word on that colourful girl? Y'know, the looney one?" Finnigan knew he was pushing the patience of his fellow Redds; ever since their instructors had been killed during their 'test', he'd been after the girl who'd conducted the attack. The other soldiers always mocked him and made up rumors - from Fin liking her to the pair being long-lost siblings - but Fin was completely determined to track and kill the girl. "The trail went cold, again. I keep losing track of her."