Freehold of Minuit

Letting Jonathan steer the vessel, Dily sat in front with her eyes peeled for trouble or what he was looking for. "It is cold - chances of alligators are slim with such weather." A glance back to the other two. "But not impossible." She looked to Amber, waiting to hear her response, and what her sto...

Dily looked curiously at the offered hand for a few moments, before accepting his assistance. It was as if she needed to remind herself of the meaning of the gesture. "Thanks."

Her hand was hard to the touch, and cold as well. Not freezing, but certainly chilly.

"The perspective might not be what you want, but we will try nonetheless," Dily spoke in her usual calm and almost flat-tone, giving a proper nod and wave to the stranger. "Working together is good."

"Do you feel it will be dangerous, Jonathan? Or do we wish for stealth?"

In comparison to the firey being, there was the frosty creature. Dily had retreated into her own mind the past days, but when the call had come for help, she had decided to assist Jonathan.

Besides, the bayou was a familiar place to her. And the cold did not bother her.

"Then I would doubt Redmane of Summer would be part of it - for he is concerned for his young family running with such crowds," Dily chimed in thoughtfully, having devoured the apple in her hand during a quiet moment.

"Unknown," Dily said softly, nibbling another bite off her apple.

It was just like the orchard apples they had growing up.

"It might be something social, then I would not know or understand, or something will happen..."

Dily continued to nibble on the apple, looking somewhat absent-minded as she did, though she was actually just enjoying the memory it sparked.

"There is also another matter, of the Baton Rouge folk speaking to the New Orleans changelings, and telling them not to come here."

"Oh." She recieved the news of death with stunted empathy. "Perhaps there is a connection, with the book and what I saw? The book claimed it had a strange name and was made by someone calling themselves Mad Arab." Dily picked up an apple and sniffed it like she did with most things she picked up. "I...

"I don't know how they do it," she shrugged. Which could've been about brain-scanning or playing music without records or cassettes. Dily cocked her head slightly. "We were instructed to either look in a book or do something with the computer." It was fairly obvious that those two had chosen to keep...

"I got a gift card, yes," she confirmed awkwardly, shifting her head slightly to accomodate for her antlers as she rose up to look at the others. "There was a doctor that met me and Gray outside. Something about my performance being good... I don't understand, it was just a survey and a book. A very...