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 Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 12:21 pm
Utena nodded towards Ignatius, unsure of where he was going, but finding it best not to ask considering the ciricumstances. She'd already invaded enough into their privacy for the day and she didn't want Ignatius to hate her anymore than he already did.
"Good luck," she wished him with a slight smile, and gave up on asking him any more. Then she had a fleeting thought: She didn't necessarily want to be around after Ignatius left and Fawkes was still there. It would be a horribly awkward situation, and one that Utena would rather have avoided.
"Actually, er. . . uh, do you think I could go with you?" It was blunt, okay it was really blunt. "I'm looking for a friend, and anyplace I don't know about that friend could be."
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 1:20 pm
Ignatius rolled his eyes, not deigning to reply to the hornless one’s comments. Let him sneer and nance around all he wanted. Instead he turned to Utena and shrugged his wings. “Alright, I don’t see why not, not like it’s a personal pilgrimage or anything.” Well it sort of was a pilgrimage, but not a personal one. If she ended up liking the Hellenes too, then he’d know that she had at least the potential to be good company. Well, he already knew she had at least potential even if she was an interfering little busybody but a desire to join up with the warrior herd would be another indicator. If she didn’t, well, he’d have company for the journey; bearable company at that.
“Well,” the scaled Reya turned his back on Fawkes, “come along then.” So saying, the spined stallion sprung into a swift but maintainable canter. If she couldn’t keep up, he wasn’t going to wait around but he had a feeling that the pink-maned one wouldn’t struggle with the pace he’d set. Grinning to himself, Ignatius surged on away from the fiery Ichsa and toward the future, toward Handrakai Hellene. Life, he suspected, was about to take a turn for the better.
Fawkes watched the other stallion go with raises brows. What a pillock; thank all Gods for the mortality of Nequus in general, at least it let him know that it wouldn’t be so very many cycles before the fool was bones and dust. Now all he had to do, the red-eyed Ichsa considered with a deep sigh, was hope that the horntailed creature never reproduced.
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