that'll do, donkey

Today was the day he was going to bust Darya out of her shell. Yep, the day. Jupiter hadn't decided what exactly he was going to do yet, but he was determined to do something. So he'd settled on a starting plan. Talk to her, assess her fears, pick the one he thought was her biggest problem and then decide what to do about it. They were friends, after all. He owed it to her to toss her into the deep end and teach her to swim.

He stopped on the border between the Knolls and the Plateau, planted his feet wide and threw back his head. Jupiter's deep voice rang off the hills and echoed back to him in varying timbres. The summons was clear and playful: he wished for Darya to join him. He didn't say what for, only that he wanted her to come. Part of him feared she would try to flee before hearing him out. He fully planned on cashing in on the whole "saved your ass for crazy eyes at the auction thing" because he was still sitting on that card, and he thought she might object to a day roaming the rogue lands in search of fun.