To market, to market

The Warlord laughed as he finally caught up to Wylan, ruffling his head with a paw, before looking across at the guests to the marketplace. “Hello, I’m Sirius. Please let me know if this riffian is bothering you” he said with friendly ease, ruffling Wylan’s fur again as the pup squeaked out a protest in his defence. Wylan wouldn’t know he was annoying, if someone was smacking him in the face with a sign saying ‘you annoy me’ But he was a good kid, who meant well.

He paused just after speaking, and frowned a little at Modesty. “I’m sorry, you look familiar. Have we met before?” He knew his memory wasn’t what it had been in his youth.


"Sirius Fatalis"