[Childe nods, taking his leave out of the chamber while Aether dresses himself. It's good that he goes ahead first, it'll give him some time to make sure the stable is clear and that they aren't seen leaving. The knight makes his way down there, preparing both their horses to make sure they can leave immediately before anyone realizes they've snuck out of the castle.
He catches sight of Aether approaching, recognizing the cape he's chosen to hide himself in only because he's seen it on more than one occasion. Childe's own cape hides his face, but it's nearly impossible not to make out the orange locks of hair that poke out from the top of his head in the front. The curse of having such a distinct hair color. He gestures silently at Aether, bringing both of their horses forward so they can go.]
Come, I've made sure that no one would be around to see us leave. Let's make haste before this privileged time comes to an end.
[He hands the reigns of Aether's horse to him, while swinging up on top of his own.]
The name of the bar is called Legend's End. I've been there a few times now. Try to keep up!
[He turns his horse to begin galloping towards the small village in question, the night air crisp on his face as the stars and moon show the path there.]
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He catches sight of Aether approaching, recognizing the cape he's chosen to hide himself in only because he's seen it on more than one occasion. Childe's own cape hides his face, but it's nearly impossible not to make out the orange locks of hair that poke out from the top of his head in the front. The curse of having such a distinct hair color. He gestures silently at Aether, bringing both of their horses forward so they can go.]
Come, I've made sure that no one would be around to see us leave. Let's make haste before this privileged time comes to an end.
[He hands the reigns of Aether's horse to him, while swinging up on top of his own.]
The name of the bar is called Legend's End. I've been there a few times now. Try to keep up!
[He turns his horse to begin galloping towards the small village in question, the night air crisp on his face as the stars and moon show the path there.]