The crackling and tearing of bones and flesh filled the area as the dusted male shifted. He smiled at his friend, placing a hand on her shoulder in reassurance, it would do her no good to mope about her circumstances. 'Well, the offer is still on the table' he turned to Ibycus, 'And for you too, if either of you ever wish to join our ranks, just call at the borders'. He always hung around at the borders in his spare time. It was a often useless habit in his mind, but then again he could scare off any intruders and welcome any potential joiners. He had never really though about it like that, though it gave him a perfect oppertnity to avoid tending to Brunn and Brons. He could always depend on Iven to deal with them, as he was still getting use to them. And besides the bigger horses were there too.
Galileo nodded towards the male and then towards the female, 'Now, if you don't mind, I must be getting back to Cercatori. Feel free to drop by whenever...'. The final words was drawn out, with a polite shrug attached at the end. The dusted gentleman's eyes picked up on a flash of white slithering about in the undergrowth, bending down he picked up his serpent friend, letting the creature spiral up his arm to sit on his shoulder. He moved away at a gentle pace, his blumine eyes staring out onto the route home.
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