Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170616120739

Makiling whistles for her horse. A pale colored stallion trots to her side and she rides atop it. "I can give you a bit of help." Asking for the compass she handed to Cire earlier she presses at its center and as such, the needle starts to spin. "It will give you direction to where those men lie. The bolas alone they threw had their imprint all over it.."

Balana reverts to her humanesque form, breathing hard as the effects of the electrical pulse from the bolas still numbing her. "My daughter... will be with you."

Makiling: You... you will leave your daughter in his hands?

Balana: Is he not Sidapa? I am sure... he will keep her safe.. as she will in turn for him. (Eyes her) And do not bother sending your men and women to aide him. My daughter is more than enough. In the first place..... the Dalakets came because you rushed ahead in your ineptitude to smell a ploy. You... are still a child.

Makiling grits her teeth.