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Everything was relative, but the Protégé had failed his mission. Goods had been damaged, and property had been lost. Feet were worn from days of walking. He hadn’t been comfortable to spend more than a portion of his journey on horseback when they brought living goods along with them. Itachi was new to riding and couldn’t control the horse efficiently. But with two feet on the ground and his mother’s stolen katana in his hands, the history was different. But today, everything lay behind them. Itachi judged it too early to disturb Sirius.
The remaining slaves were secured and dealt with, and all that remained was to deliver the report on the unfortunate incident. The Arbiter’s son had done well when he had ended his first canine’s life, but it shouldn’t have happened at all. It was Itachi’s responsibility, and his alone. The morning had yet to turn into full bloom as the man sat down outside the ruins of the thistle castle; against the east wall where flawed eyes could admire the sunrise.
Slender muzzle leaned down against his chest, partly hiding his face behind the tall neckline of his black coat. Red yes ached slightly with the desire to disengage him from reality, but first things first. The blonde had watched the slave lose tongue and blood for crimes against the family, and he did wonder how the poisonous Revlis man would handle the latest news.
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