The mountain comes to town

Ithiel de le Poer · 02-10-2012, 05:27 AM

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Although Ithiel was eager to move along and leave the festival, the same could not be said for Myrika. His rusty-hued cousin continued to browse over the seller's wares, and Ithiel moved with her through the crowd, wanting nothing more than to mount up on their horses and head back to Inferni. Ithiel had never been one for crowds or gatherings, and though it didn't seem Myrika was much more comfortable with them, she was at least a sight greater than Ithiel, who purposely wished to separate himself from the social realm.

The dust-colored coyote stood beside his cousin, doing his best to appear languid and disinterested, and doing a terrible job of it -- while Ithiel's face rarely showed emotion and this provided an advantage in some arenas, it was also a disadvantage. He could no more forcibly contort his countenance to any particular emotion than he could change his species, and so, his face remained primarily stoic. He watched as a new canine approached, however -- this one was garbed in a heavy and hooded cloak, disguising most of his features. Ithiel thought the man smelled rather like a coyote, and he watched the newcomer curiously, regarding him with the same sharpness he had the big wolf.

There was not nearly so much anxiety within Ithiel now, however, and the dusky Vigiles was content to allow his species-kin to make however large a fool of himself as he pleased. Done yet? the newcomer said, his voice yapping and impatient. There was a peculiar haughtiness about the coyote, and Ithiel considered him curiously, thankful such a presence was not representative of Inferni. He shuffled a little closer to Myrika and his cherrywood gaze flickered to the armored wolf, figuring there would be some repercussion for impatience.

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