I will be there before the next bell. [There is a second message sent a few moments later. As if someone were correcting himself to a more native way noting time.] A half an hour.
And about a half-hour later, the familiar sounds of an amaro's cry are heard. And maybe they're seen, man and beast; he isn't riding the creature. For one it'd probably be uncomfortable for both of them without a saddle. Secondly, his only means of reins are still in the form of a halter and lead. While taken good care of and perfect for the task it does, it is not something one wishes to use to guide a steed down city streets on a winter... afternoon? Early evening? Well, Elidibus did say he wouldn't mind the time, given the Warrior of Light's nocturnal needs.
Filia seems to be in good spirits. What 'Ardbert' doesn't give in affections, Tataru has no doubt made up for. She remains well-fed, well-groomed, and without any signs of poor health. If Irhya is watching for the arrivals, she might even catch the amaro nuzzling at the warrior and he... sighs a bit and fondly(?) scritches the feathers around the top of Filia's head or cheeks.
But the cheerful look he's placed on his features doesn't really change. It's just there for show. The attention to the amaro too. Or maybe there's a practical reason for it.
But he'll enter the yard and secure Filia much where he had before. Somewhere out of the wind even without the makeshift shelter this time. And Elidibus will approach to knock. It's only natural to see him armed again and not just because of where he's at. The streets are getting more dangerous lately. People missing, Cwyltid popping up. It's a dangerous world.
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Date: 4 Feb 2021 06:41 (UTC)[There is a second message sent a few moments later. As if someone were correcting himself to a more native way noting time.]
A half an hour.
And about a half-hour later, the familiar sounds of an amaro's cry are heard. And maybe they're seen, man and beast; he isn't riding the creature. For one it'd probably be uncomfortable for both of them without a saddle. Secondly, his only means of reins are still in the form of a halter and lead. While taken good care of and perfect for the task it does, it is not something one wishes to use to guide a steed down city streets on a winter... afternoon? Early evening? Well, Elidibus did say he wouldn't mind the time, given the Warrior of Light's nocturnal needs.
Filia seems to be in good spirits. What 'Ardbert' doesn't give in affections, Tataru has no doubt made up for. She remains well-fed, well-groomed, and without any signs of poor health. If Irhya is watching for the arrivals, she might even catch the amaro nuzzling at the warrior and he... sighs a bit and fondly(?) scritches the feathers around the top of Filia's head or cheeks.
But the cheerful look he's placed on his features doesn't really change. It's just there for show. The attention to the amaro too. Or maybe there's a practical reason for it.
But he'll enter the yard and secure Filia much where he had before. Somewhere out of the wind even without the makeshift shelter this time. And Elidibus will approach to knock. It's only natural to see him armed again and not just because of where he's at. The streets are getting more dangerous lately. People missing, Cwyltid popping up. It's a dangerous world.
It's best to be prepared.