(--) SECRET GINGER POWERS, ACTIVATE!!!!!
Ithiel is by me!
Ithiel watched her undo the braids of her hair with rising curiosity. He had always seen her with the brains in, and it was strangely enthralling to watch them come apart. They left behind a waviness to her hair, despite the hair's current damp state. His dark brown ears perked upward at her words about his half-brother, and he considered them. The former Aquila's mind was certainly sharper than Ithiel's own, but to the dust-furred canine, he did not mind if the canines of Inferni had their own weaponry. An arsenal of archers, as much as he liked the bow and arrow, seemed contrary to a well-balanced army -- or team, since Inferni's numbers did not foster what Ithiel considered to be an army.
Maybe you'll take my position? The Duplicarius is scout and warrior both. You wouldn't lose your bow, then, the coyote proposed. He would step aside for her and occupy some other duty, and quite readily, too. It was less a question of where else he might fit, but self-protective: should she decide to usurp his place by will, he ran the risk of encountering a similar situation as with Scintilla. Though, perhaps he liked Alma too much for that to happen -- he thought so, anyway. This was deeper than a schoolboy's crush, certainly? Ithiel's smile came easily to a thin coyote muzzle, unrestrained in her presence as it was in so many others.
Yes, he said, simply yet enthusiastically, and pushed off from the bottom with his toes, floating toward her to encircle her in a hug.
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