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He'd begun to play his guitar when his little sheep buddy would be rounding the corner to see the Russo man. Axel seemed to be attracted to music, Mars did noticed some time ago. He also responded to clicking, which was good, so Mars could keep a track on the beast. Vox didn't seem to mind the music too much, but he never was too curious about it. Never did he really want to come up to Mars when he was playing the music, only when Mars called Vox did he really just come up to Mars, or if Vox was urgently needing Mars for something, which was rare, and if it was, it was because there was an apple that Vox wanted and Mars would have to help get it. Often times, Mars would help Vox get the apple too. Vox had done countless things for Mars, so getting an apple that was out of reach for the steed was normally not a problem to Mars. Nor Bartholomew.
Mars had been playing a song he had written when he was in the middle of the beginning of his song when he would hear a voice that he had recognized. Steel eyes still would look up to see who it was though, and it was one of the very first people to tell him about D'Arte. The woman also told him about her pack, Crimson Dreams at some point as well. Pixie Frost, her name was. Steel eyes landed on her and her blue-furred body. What exactly was she doing here? He would think the question before she would ask him the same. When they had last seen each other, Mars was part of the pirate pack by the name of Cour Des Miracles. He'd left there quite some time ago now. Mars ended up watching Axel for a moment because of the sheep's sudden movement. His black sheep had looked over to the new being, not having seen her around the lands before, and he was rather curious (and probably way too luperci friendly) and the black sheep had gotten up from his spot and trotted over to the woman and gave a 'baa' to her. It's yellow-brown eyes had looked at the woman as if he was analyzing the woman. She was new, and different smelling than the wolves he had met here. The sheep was curious to all of his master's friends too. Since she was approaching, she apparently was friend in the mind of the sheep.
I live here in Thornbury. What are you doing here? the man asked, his voice calm and cool like it always was. Was she visiting someone? If so, then who? Who did she know in the pack that she would play music for (he had seen her guitar that she had been carrying around) and he slightly wondered where her horse was, since he knew that she couldn't, and probably wouldn't come here without her horse. Where's Magic? he asked, tilting his head lightly to her.
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