ORIGIN - More of the Forgotten

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- THE LEVIATHAN -

Vargas studied it, for a beat, and if he could've grinned back he would have. He was pleased with that slightest flash of positive emotion from it--good! It gave him something he could work with. "For the Forge, yes; for anyone else you wanted to, if you felt like it, though the Forge should be priority and of course our enemies shouldn't be given things to fight with," he added, a precautionary warning given with faint amusement. He assumed common sense would have dictated as much, but always better to lay it out clearly. Just in case.

"We can go and visit him now, if you like? It is a long journey to where he works, through Pegasus, Cepheus and Ursa, to Leo. We would likely need to rest, hunt, nap. If you prefer, or if you have things to finish here, we can go in a few days' time?" he suggested. It might even be--fun; a short vacation, a bit of time doing something new.

"If you liked the work, you could remain with the Blacksmith for awhile to train, or simply journey back and forth as you saw fit." But--these were decisions that the Master was, apparently, leaving to the Selenite to make.

@V-Selenite-One

"For anyone else you wanted to, if you felt like it…"

The selenite's ears pricked involuntarily, hands stilling in their fidgeting rhythm. Its train of thought shifted: anyone else? For Talys? It was fortunate its skin couldn't really flush—otherwise, its cheeks would've bled cyan with twinned nerves and excitement. Would he be happy to find that it'd learned to make more things? That his brother had taken after him and his penchant for fire and metal?

It scraped a claw down the shard's blunt edge. "I… have nothing to finish here," came its voice, hesitant to bloom into a quick, eager pace. A flicking tail and fluffing quills betrayed it, and two arms once again lifted to smooth its mane down. Fingers carded easily through the points, without any fear of sticking tough pads into the end of one. Verdigris-stained pupils flicked from Vargas to the aperture.

A lash of its tail had it taking a pacing step forward. "If you don't mind going now," V-Selenite-One blurted, looking around, as if searching for any current grand projects the Master might be working on.

@Vargas

- THE LEVIATHAN -

Vargas... softened, a little, pleased with its enthusiasm and--he found, to his surprise--not only with the Overseer mentality. Something about this creature... it had been a stranger to him for too long, and yet its sudden excitement was--endearing?

Ahh, but he couldn't afford such things. He could nurture it, yes, but hardly risk a bond.

"Come, then," he told it, relatively gently.

Vargas turned away, to lead straight to Leo: no delay; no point in it. Words, then action. "Tell me if you require rest along the way, or if you grow hungry, or thirsty. We will need you capable of focus for your visit to the Blacksmith."

He kept his lanky strides slow enough that he did not outpace the Selenite too quickly--they had a long, long way to go.

@V-Selenite-One
exit Vargas to Leo

Selenite nodded its assent with surprising ease, tail still on its traitorously flicking spaz; and, with no further preamble, made to follow the Leviathan. His slow, loping gait didn't seem entirely necessary, given its eager, almost shuffling gait carrying it after him.

All the way, it toyed and fidgeted with its half-baked creation. Would the Blacksmith be impressed by it... ? Whoever such a mysterious figure could be...

exit

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