Sulannus kept her tongue civil while Yrellen was in the room almost exclusively by not wagging it all. Something about the daughter-heir of the Summer Throne just annoyed her in a way few people could. Maybe it was the way she constantly added a condescending lilt to her voice, as if she knew the answers already, but wanted to see if you'd get the right answer too. Or the way she'd make obvious suggestions with just a little too much gentleness, as if they were fussy children, or mentally deficient. Of course, that kind of attitude wasn't exactly uncommon when dealing with the nobles of Faerie. In Yrellen though, it had teeth that the others lacked.
Maybe it just because, in the decades they'd known each other, Sulannus had never really been able to get her back. Her higher rank was a shield, and Su had never quite figured out how to deliver a blow past it.
As the eladrin heir left though, the tension eased and Sulannus crooked a finger towards Quarion.
"We'll get mounts at the stables, like normal people. If you get in eyes reach of the tracks you'll be destitute and fleeing the bet-taker's men by tomorrow."
She got to her feet, the fine-worked elfmail falling from her shoulders over her body like silver silk...but strong enough to stop a giant's club.
"So Harn and Quarion will get the mounts. The rest of us will see what we can learn of the dragon-mage. We'll meet at the city gate in...three hours? Will that be enough time?"
