Fate Draws Us Together

As the pair came closer to one another, Ikigai noted the unique cloudy pattern to the brutes pelt. His coat was quite handsome and the purple made her believe even more than he might be one of Manea’s bloodline. Baritones met the woman’s ears and she bowed her head yet again, clear yet soft tones speaking in response. “Good afternoon.” His smile was met with a delicate lifting of lips, the red rimmed corners of the fae’s eyes lifting in kind. Iki noted the dual horns atop the man’s head and, as she happened to look down, noted the massive paws that looked surprisingly ursine.

The man gave his name and a nod of confirmation was given. Deimos Mendacium, he claimed to be and she had no reason to believe otherwise. “Ikigai Abraxas-Klein, Princess of the Ashen Empire,” the woman replied, giving her own name and title. Deimos then went on to speak of his sister Manea and the fact that he was looking for her. Ikigai laughed softly, lips peeling back from pearly white teeth for a moment. “A fortuitous meeting, Deimos,” Iki responded with the remnants of a chuckle. “Ashen is quite familiar with Elysium. In fact, I’m soon to be the new diplomat for your sister’s pack.”

How strangely the fates worked, leading the man directly to those that would know how to reach that which he sought. “I could give you directions if you’d like. Manea’s pack is in the north-east, the main pack area being down a long land bridge that stretches out into the sea. You’ll have to mind the tide.” She wondered if he might like to be an escort instead, waiting in Ashen for a few days and accompanying her and her companions to her new home. She would wait to bring that up, however.


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