Eurydome offered a few slow, thoughtful nods. Maybe it... would be nice to visit, if she could. She pictured herself travelling to Cetus after a fight and lounging with Dragon, eating fish and being friends. Would Jupiter let her, if she were still in the caves? Would Vargas, if she were not?

The pit in her belly lifted to her throat, and the gladiator thought she might choke on it for a moment. Something just wasn't sitting right with her, and nothing that she knew how to voice to Dragon in the slightest. It might have been dread to think of the future, to think of the worst. It might have been guilt for sleeping for so long. It might have been fear.

An uncomfortable twist of her body in the mud and she latched onto the only thought that brought her comfort. "Vakornol is nice," she said. "A little bit shaped like you, but bigger. And purple. You should watch her fight if you're ever in Orion."

And finally, there it was: a flutter of hope. I could train with her, Eurydome thought-- it would ease all that anxiety and uncertainty and looming potential of not having much purpose without Jupiter. Her great limbs stretched, and then slid across the mud as the centuar pulled herself up to stand, upper torso stretching backwards until the vertebrae clicked back into place.

"I don't think so," Eurydome replied. "I will see you, in a few days? I have to find the thing to carry my sword," she pat the weapon in question a few times before hauling it over to rest the flat-side of the blade on her shoulder again. "Thank you, for everything."

Dragon tried to imagine it--someone like him, but purple, and big.

He couldn't.

He blinked, then, trying to imagine too what the "thing to carry the sword" might be--but he drew a blank on taht, as well. A chuckle escaped him.

"I wish you a safe journey! I will see what I can find out for you in Draco. Find me here when you are ready for your answers," he went on.

There was nothing more really to say--well, he could say 'you're welcome', but realistically he didn't think it needed to be said. He was simply a polite host, and truth be told--"There is no need to thank me! It is good to have company, from time to time!"

That--and she had taught him much.

Now, to plan a journey to Draco... if he could remember how he was meant to get there.

exit Dragon
@Eurydome farewell

Eurydome dipped her head and turned to leave. "Good luck," she offered, before her hulking limbs took her elsewhere-- through the mud and water until her scarred paws once again found dry land. It was here that she began to consider Dragon's final words a little more.

It... was good to have company. She never really talked to anyone outside the arena-- and even then, it was either about the arena or the rebellion. It was nice to just sit, and eat, and lounge around, even if the swamp was thick and wet and noisy with bugs.

Her belly churned. She... missed Vakornol's presence, she realised.

... maybe after she found where ever her scabbard was, she could chance at prying Vakornol from whatever duties she had to share some food with the Forsaken Revenant, even if just for a little while. That sounded nice.

exit