Characters: Penelo, Larsa, Gabranth Progress: Truckin' along Summary: Some dudes get off an airship, another dude is waiting for them. Location: Lindblum Date: January 29th Warnings: None
Penelo had been a step behind Larsa when she disembarked, but he'd grown so much since when they'd first met that she was a mere slip of blonde hair peeking out from behind. It gave her an additional moment to take a deep breath and steady herself and then nod politely to the judge. Just seeing the armor was enough to make her heart race. How many times had one of them been out for the blood of her friends. Especially this one. He'd murdered her king.
She knew the face under the mask was identical to Basch's, which was even more disconcerting for her. But Larsa trusted him, both of them, and she was going to have to trust in Larsa's faith in the armor clad terror in front of her. Knowing that he was here and alive was one thing. Seeing the man in person, was entirely different.
He sighed silently to himself, but gave a quick nod of agreement to the young lord before he unlatched his helmet and tugged it off, and tucked it beneath one arm before regarding the odd pair. He’d seen them in one another’s company in the castle so long ago, but that had been a passing fancy he’d thought, just a boy being a boy.
He was frowning, he realized, and quickly replaced it with what he hoped was a reassuringly kind smile. He felt the sudden urge to lift a hand and ruffle the boy’s hair. But he had grown! Nevertheless, his hand staid too his side, uncomfortably close to the hilts of his blades a certain blonde might notice.
His eyes skipped to that blonde’s face, the smile diminishing a touch. He suddenly found himself feeling awkward under the girl’s gaze. He dipped down in a quick bow finally, and said:
“My thanks for looking after Lord Larsa, Miss Penelo.”
He straightened then, eyes jumping to Larsa then back to her, and he added as if remembering: "And being such a good friend."
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She knew the face under the mask was identical to Basch's, which was even more disconcerting for her. But Larsa trusted him, both of them, and she was going to have to trust in Larsa's faith in the armor clad terror in front of her. Knowing that he was here and alive was one thing. Seeing the man in person, was entirely different.
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He was frowning, he realized, and quickly replaced it with what he hoped was a reassuringly kind smile. He felt the sudden urge to lift a hand and ruffle the boy’s hair. But he had grown! Nevertheless, his hand staid too his side, uncomfortably close to the hilts of his blades a certain blonde might notice.
His eyes skipped to that blonde’s face, the smile diminishing a touch. He suddenly found himself feeling awkward under the girl’s gaze. He dipped down in a quick bow finally, and said:
“My thanks for looking after Lord Larsa, Miss Penelo.”
He straightened then, eyes jumping to Larsa then back to her, and he added as if remembering: "And being such a good friend."
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