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“A pleasure to meet you Benedict.” He greeted with a light tip of his head now that they had exchanged courtesies. The cave grew darker and dim and Pegasus could feel his pupils widening in the low light the other man’s eyes flashing a brilliant aquamarine in the darkness as he asked if the prince had more maps.

“Not as many as I would like, but then I don’t think there’s a limit to that.” He explained with a cordial chuckle. “I’d like to have maps of everywhere in Boreas but I’d need to travel more to do that.” He thought of appointing Philomena to be his Hera but the thought was oddly disquieting. She was proud and bold and exotic, but could also be flighty and nervous and was still recently mourning the loss of a child. He thought it would be best to wait.

“Would you like to learn how to make one?” He asked unfurling the vellum yet again to draw two parallel lines beside the dashed mark of their passage to signify the darkness surrounding them.

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