MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
P A L L A S
the man who sleeps with a knife
is a fool every night but one
Pallas, if he hadn't been softened by the thought of the clusters, would have been pretty unsettled by Legion. At this point, though, they were genuinely nice. Even while he watched as the clusters were consumed by their body. Who knows, maybe that's just how some others worked. A mental shrug rung in Pallas's mind as he shook his hind legs free from the water, smiling warmly.
A final dip of his head, and the two were off, headed to the linsang's place of residence. It was quicker goings, now that Pallas had all four paws to utilize, and often warm glances were given to Legion as he lead the way home. He'd given his trust. He wasn't one to give trust like that, but the clusters just put him at such ease that... He knew he could trust Legion. He had to, and perhaps a wonderful friendship could be beginning to blossom from it.