For I Don't Want To Taste This Poison...

"No more of that nonsense, alright? Besides, if I had told you where I was going, you wouldn't have gotten nearly as excited!"

Allen smiled. That was true... it was a jnice surprise for Enelya to get his guitar for him. Even if she had told him, he would have been excited... but not as excited. "Alright," he said. "No more nonsense. And you're right, I wouldn't have been as excited."

"Well, it's just so I can spend my time enjoying your music, instead of making my own."

He laughed quietly. "Well, alright," he said. It would have been nice to hear how she played, though. Even if it wound up sounding horrible, it could be something to laugh over and something to do. "Have it your way." The man stuck out his tongue, then looked back at his guitar.

Enelya was swaying on the ground while he played. Though he had just been singing in his head, the words were building up in his throat and just a few slipped out. Hopefully he wouldn't get killed for it — it wasn't his fault he got lost in the music!

"I've got to move it on... while I still can... theres no surprises... only love can win..." he sang quietly, making sure he didn't strain himself. He had to work on getting back to his healthier self so he could do his rock scream!

"Ahem. As much as I love your singing... It probably isn't a very good idea..."

Allen had played a little bit quieter when she fell over, most of his attention going to her. Fingers strummed the strings slower and with less energy as he watched her. Then she told him not to sing... which only made the immortal pout. "But it's fun to sing..." he said quietly, kicking the dirt much like a disappointed child. "And I wasn't doing it loudly..."

After a few moments, he smirked, no longer playing his guitar at all. "Ok, fine, have it your way...." he said in a sing-song tone, putting the instrument back in its case. He locked it up and walked into the house, hiding it under the bed. The last thing he wanted to happen was for someone to come and steel it! Or, even worse, for a mutant to come and smash it to bits! The poor thing would have died such a horrible death...

Exiting the house and closing the door, Allen then made his way to Enelya and stood right in front of her, smirking with a playfully evil look in his eye. "We're a-going to the stables!" he exclaimed, scooping her up and supporting her head and back with one arm while supporting her legs with the other.

The man walked off toward the stables, grinning the whole time and whistling. Hopefully she would at least allow him to do that.

"You'll be better soon, I promise."

"I'd better be," he said. "I might just go through even more withdrawals if I can't sing." He pouted again. Music was his life. Singing, playing guitar... it was everything to him. Besides Enelya, of course.

"This seems oddly familar... Where have I seen this before?"

The knight laughed when she screamed and he stuck his tongue out at her. It hadn't taken much convincing to get her to go with him, and he was glad for it. Even if they were abandoning a possible student in need, it would be worth it. Enelya needed to get her mind off of things and just have fun away from the Oros Sisters House. "Where have you seen it before? Oh, come now, it can't be that hard to remember." Allen winked. It seemed that Enelya always wound up in his arms in some way or another. The first time because he was carrying her away from the water, multiple hugs, and once again he was carrying her.

After a bit of walking, the stables came into view. Allen let her down once they were at the entrance of the barn and grinned, opening the doors and walking inside. He put his hands on his hips, used to the smell inside. Enelya might not like it at first, but oh well. Hopefully she would get used to it.

He walked toward the stalls and looked at a dapple gray mare, smiling. He stroked her nose and laughed when she snorted. "You up to helping my dear friend Enelya, horsie?" he asked with a grin. Allen turned to the Plant Lady and motioned for her to come over. She was the one who could talk to animals, after all, and it would be wise for her to end up picking one of the more patient horses.