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Tony had, again, left Milite at home. With Neela on his mind it was hard to left his mind drift and keep a hold of a large and powerful horse at the same time. He'd also left his sword at home. There was a nick in the blade and he refused to use it until he found time to fix the weapon. And when he said time, he meant a long while. He wouldn't settle for a shoddy patch up. He wanted it to look freshly forged by time he'd finished. Even if that meant spending all day and all night working on it. But, he was glad the stone in the hilt wasn't damaged, that would be a bitch to fix if it ever found itself broken. Because odds are the stone would splinted and need replacing.
Tony glanced up to the sun and sniffed the air, she was around here somewhere. Perhaps it was a little bit stalkerish, seeking her out like this. But, with Neela, it was different. He felt a short of calm he didn't even feel around his father or his siblings. Or even when he was alone. When he finally spotted her, he crept up behind her and spoke, 'I'll do it if you do it' he riposted, his trademark grin plaster onto his maw.
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