Aeluri was perhaps one of the more chipper people that had walked through the fortress doors, and as if to gain bonus points, her tar-black companion accompanied her along the way up the mountain and seemed she'd continue to do it for many journies to come. Now, Ahote had been a lover of all things animal, especially those trailing on the fuzzier side, and was quick to find his gaze frequently drawn to the feline friend. Though, if it weren't any more obvious, it had a name. Umbra, Aeluri called it, and while Ahote never found himself talking to it, he would always address her by that name in whatever thoughts she appeared in.
The raven-haired man's lips quirked up into a smile after listening to the pale-faced woman's blasé response, "Peachy,"
Ahote chirped, "then I suppose that your trip up the mountain for days to come won't be as troublesome. Think of it like your daily exercise. . ."
The rather inconvenient hike up Mt. Hakobe was an obstacle most Basilisks found themselves facing the days they decided to venture past the silver-covered rocks. Yet while Ahote recalled most of his childhood days spent on the mountain, he himself never grew too fond of the scale himself.
The younger man's attention shifted back to Theo, who was noticeably drowsy and waited patiently for the train to arrive. "When you were holding Umbra just earlier,"
a grin twisted against his lips, "that's what I'm talking about."
Ahote was pleasantly surprised to see such a sight when preparing to leave Mt. Hakobe. His tanned companion was a man of many mysteries, so learning anything about him was a pleasure in of itself to the inquisitive guildmaster. In fact, Ahote couldn't recall an instance where Theo had mentioned anything about his past and didn't seem like the man to enjoy animals or anything with a pulse for that matter.
Before Ahote's thoughts had descended into a cluster of questioning about Theo and his habits, the grinding of metal against metal screamed in the nearer distance. He raised his head and lo and behold, the rather aged train could be seen rolling its way down the tracks and toward the trio, coming to a slow and complete stop against the rusty tracks. The station itself had seen better days, but there weren't many services that specialized in upholding any sort of standard with this station. Ahote was quick to conclude that as long as there wasn't a corpse sprawled over the tracks, there simply was no issue. Mutually, the passengers seemed to agree more often than not.
Ahote tossed himself up from his seat, pacing his way over to the opening doors of the train. His shiny loafers clicked as they tapped against the steps, slithering his way down the aisle before dropping himself to the seat farthest to the back of the train. Ahote peered out of the dusty window just adjacent him with a wistful look in his topaz pools, yet an unmissed excitement burning within them as well, "I don't suppose you two dislike going into town, do you?"
he asked, since strangely enough, the criminals atop the mountain were a well balanced mixture of both extroverts and introverts.