So where are we really going? An Elephant Graveyard

Art signalled for him to stay still, and he did so. The limb hurt, but he knew if it had been his father here, Basilisk would be on his feet. He was just grateful to have a short respite before they had to make it back to the castle. The adrenaline was slowly wearing off, and the throbbing in his leg was getting worse. He just needed a minute to adjust to it.

He startled as Artorias explained he was going to lift the boy. If Azure saw the Hallows leader lifting him, he would have a fit at Basilisk. Bas knew this, but instead he just looked at Art, a little wide-eyed. He clung to Art when the Hallows leader slid him onto his back. Paws around his neck.

It was a very awkward ride back to the castle, and one done mostly in silence. The moment they were in the safety of the borders, he could feel Art’s regard on them, even if he couldn't see it. He swallowed at the stern authority in Art’s voice.

He opened his mouth to say something. Likely just to say something along the lines of I’m very sorry, Sir when Juniper jumped in first. The tiny creature immediately admitted fault, and he leaned his head forward a little over Art’s shoulder so he could frown at her. “I’m sorry Artorias, Sir. She must have knocked her head when I grabbed her. She was following me out the gate. Probably thought I was lost, but I was curious about all those bones… I wouldn't have seen the tigers at all if it wasn’t for her.”


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