>"I don't know, but the people at Cobalt Keep are generally pretty capable."
>Let's see if Celes can dig herself out of this, before needing to step in to keep the peace.
>"So's Celia." Renzu says worriedly. She does, however, unsling her camera.
>"I have no quarrel with you, centaur." Celes says politely but firmly. "I seek no trouble."
>"Then explain yourself." Celia insists.
>You note the muscles in Sabine's arms flex at the centaur's tone of voice. That could be a problem. That one seems to look for trouble.
>Celes, however, merely nods. "I believe I can, if you will allow me. Sabine, off."
>"Bu- Yeah, allright." the martial artist says after a moment, then hops off the back of the cauchemar. Exchanging a loaded look with Celia, Celes follows suit, dismounting the cauchemar with a fair bit more grace than Sabine.
>A slight shudder seems to run through the cauchemar after it becomes unburdened, its dark eyes lighting up with a smoky purple light. Something in those eyes seems to take Celia aback, and the centaur's glower fades. The cauchemar suddenly rears back, a sharp whinney bursts forth from its sharp-toothed mouth. Something in that sound, that sight, obviously makes sense to Celia, as the centaur nods in recognition. She smiles quietly. "I understand." she says softly. Turning to Celes, she says, "You are special to him."
>"I care for all of those who bear my burden." the Steward answers humbly, bowing her head to the centaur.