((Thank you. ouo))
||Daniel Luveau||
Even if Lionel assured him that he would not be subjected to a rant after all, Daniel couldn't help but feel the words that left his brothers mouth grate against him slightly, denying him all chances of settling down into a more content state just yet. Maybe it was just stress, maybe it was just a side of him that hadn't been tapped into lately, but he was feeling particularly volatile at the moment. It probably wasn't even rational- logically he should be viewing his brother as nothing but an ally in this situation.
At Lionel's mention of the need to work out a solution, Daniel's mind sputtered into motion again, momentarily leaving the grumpiness behind. Maybe anticipating warmer weather had been wishful thinking. Either way, they couldn't just wait until spring, could they? They thought of such a long stay made him nearly shudder.
"If left with no other option, we should try and make contact with one of the neighboring farms." Daniel suggestion. Contact meant walking, at this point, unless Eva's lost pony decided to come trotting back. Bundling up with a vast assortment of layers should be enough to survive a one way trip, right, granted they offered to drop them back here. "They should be more equipped to ship the two back wherever they need to go."
So far, the course of their conversation had been fairly predictable: expressing their mutual animosity towards things, and stating the obvious need to resolve it as quickly as possibly. Thus, Lionel's sheer mention of the organizations jarred Daniel out of his present chain of though, a low hiss escaping his mouth to show his immediate displeasure. His mind didn't even want to consider the notion that one of the women could be aligned with a group as problematic as that.
"That is a horrible thought." Daniel stammered. If it proved true, then murder would never be so tempting an option. But wouldn't that edge them back onto the spectrum of suspicion. After all, their lawn ornaments of the moment consisted of one very badly damaged carriage. "Detaching ourselves completely from them wouldn't be so wise, then. We need to know exactly how much they know, if anything."
||Evanthia Lombardi||
Eva genuinely wished she had some solution to offer to Cerise to remedy her condition, she really did. But alas, there was no grand proposal within her reach. There was no improvisation that could miraculously make needed clothes and possessions appear, or else the world would be much easier a place to survive in.
Continuing to lean in the door frame, she purposely chose to give her cousin some space, following only with her eyes when Cerise trailed towards the open windows, evidently admiring the artisan crafts-work of winter. To be entirely fair, winter was really not so wretched a season. Eva figured most of the dislike for it stemmed from the natural human condition of wanting what wasn't yet yours- people spent the blistering days of summers wrath praying for cold to descend upon them. Once it finally did, their fickle spirit would immediately revert to longing for the sun's generous warmth yet again.
As Cerise's opinion oft he men came into light, however, thoughts of the seasons were the last thing on her mind. Eva could help but to coyly grin in silence as Cerise explained herself, and felt secretly pleased that Ceri was coming much to the same conclusion as herself. The woman had not been introduced to magic in the way that she had, so naturally that wasn't the explanation her mind conjured up. It'd just take a little gentle leading, per say, to get on the true course.
"Their eccentricities haven't escaped my notice," Eva spoke finally, tilting her head back to glance down either stretch of the corridor behind her. Empty, as it should be. That meant she wouldn't have to mince her words or put them off until later again. For good measure, she strode forward a single pace, to ensure her voice wouldn't be echoing down the hallway. Yet, she still kept relatively close to the doorway, so if anyone was to return, she would be able to notice beforehand.
Trying to judge just how to approach this situation, she began calmly. "Say, Ceri, what are your thoughts about magic?" She paused, before clarifying herself. "Beyond the simply storybook examples, of course. Actual magic." This change of subject would probably seem like a random jump, even if it was quite applicable.
Luckily, Eva was fairly firm willed, so felt little embarrassment over what Cerise could possibly think of her for mentioning this. "Given the guess, I'd say our hosts are afflicted by exactly that, don't you think?" Eva questioned, half rhetorically, trying to coax Ceri's thoughts on this out into the open.