"Without sarcasm I may actually die." She replied with a small smile on her face. While she ribbed on her companion endlessly for her dedication to her duties, there was not a single other Knight in the entire Empire that she would rather be partnered with. Palara was a insufferable goody two shoe and Baastian, while an extremely attractive male specimen, had all the personality of a well polished shoe. The rest were a bunch of green ears and runts that hadn't even killed a man in their lives. With Vissica she knew where she stood, even if that place was as an annoying sidekick. When things got tough she knew she could count on Vissica to run face first into the fray.

There was a comfort in such a steadfast ally.

Her head spun on her neck, away from her companion, and toward the crowd. Vissica visibly perked. She felt it too. It was an emotional feeling; hate. It rose above the fear with it's vividness. Toward the back. Somewhere. From her position as a woman of average height, Alexia could not see over the heads of the people. Before she could even say anything Vissica was off, as usual, running straight toward the danger. "By the Empress Vissica!" She cursed as she chased after the giant mammal, her own small legs causing her to fall behind the much larger gait of the Selonian.

One of these days I'm going to put a saddle on her...