Lora and Joan
Ralai's eyes cracked upon again and he rolled back to his feet. "Of course. The defense of this expedition is your task. Mara's navigators are at your disposal, but I would advise a certain amount of care when dealing with her. She can be... stubborn." Ralai's swift smile ruffled the feathers around his eyes again, and he extended a wing skyward, stretching out the gnarled fingers at its tip. Brief spheres of light flared into being at the fingertips, pulsing brightly with color for a moment or two, then being replaced swiftly by another color and pulsed again. A quick message in flashsign, easily seen from the top of the wagon. Ralai lowered his hand after the message was done, still absently flexing the appendage. "I'm too old to like the idea of fighting, Joan. If there is a problem, I trust you to resolve it as diplomatically as possible. If that can't be done..." Ralai shook his head, resettling his wings. "Do what you must, but come back safely. There are a few things we need to discuss when you return."
Ralai hopped down from the top of the wagon, landing firmly on the back platform and pulling the slatted door to the wagon's interior open. He stopped with the door half upon, and his gaze swung back to his former student. "Warm winds carry you, and send for me if anything happens."
Averrco and Mudren
Brief pulses of light flare on top of the lead wagon, following Murdren's words by a heartbeat. Simple flashsign, made to be understandable, not elaborate or beautiful. 'Unusual object spotted. Murdren Gude requested at expedition head by Joan Hawkwood. All is well.'
"Huh," Borou grunted. "Our actor is a man in demand. You send a sign back if we're needed."
Mara nodded, her eyes scanning the horizon and her expression controlled. "Deal with whatever it is fast, I want to know where you heard about Bale theatre."