“Shadow’s ahead,” Redfield said from her horse. She had taken her reigns back from the priest and handled them with all the delicateness she could manage, trusting the horse to keep her on the straight path rather than trying to coax it to do so herself.
“I can see that Redfield,” he promised.
“Ugh,” she whined. “Don’t say my name like that.”
“Like what?”
“Just… Redfield. It sounds so military.”
“You are in the military.”
“You don’t have to remind me.”
“From what I am to understand, you shouldn’t be using rank,” Talid said unhelpfully. “You are in disguise, after all.”
“Even if you aren’t,” she said back, circling a finger in the air around Talid to indicate his entire being. “Do red priests generally go for walkabouts? I’d never seen one before Highland.”
“Anointed priest,” he co
