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Post  Bec on Tue Apr 10, 2018 4:32 pm

Her look of seriousness dropped, being replaced instead by a grateful smile. Leaning in close, she wrapped her arms around the dark wolf's neck for a tight hug.

"You're kind, thank you."

It was somewhat hard for her to understand the comment on her beauty, though she would not deny herself the compliment. As for all else his words made sense. Perhaps she had nothing to worry about; she was far from dull to be around, and when one grows up with Archaic for a father of course they're going to have a myriad of interesting facts to share. Trivia and knowledge were a couple of her strongest assets– though since she'd grown up without a formal education they'd likely never be put to good use. At the very least, she had many things to talk about, and that was a good thing. One might be surprised by how much people respect a good conversationalist.

Releasing Emile from her embrace, Spoon shot him a smug grin.

"Y'know, you really should branch outside of our rebellion a little bit. Find yourself a nice lady, drag her into our mess of a family. You're smooth, knowledgeable, handsome and strong. Women'd fall all over you if they saw your human form, or dared to know your brain. Plus it'd be fun to have more women around the camp." She laughed, elbowing his shoulder gently before moving back along. "I'd certainly have fun harassing her about you. Don't think that just because I love you it means I won't embarrass you. I've got a memory on me, thank my parents for that, and I can recall a few times that you've been less than graceful."
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Post  Agentized on Wed Apr 11, 2018 3:40 am

As the young rebel leaned in for an embrace, he lifted a single huge paw to hook over her shoulder, resting his large head on her opposite shoulder. It was his attempt at reciprocating her embrace in his current and very non-human form. It perhaps seemed awkward from an outsider's perspective, but, it wasn't the first time he'd done it, and he doubted it would be his last.

"I'm just telling the truth. He's lucky to have you." He replied, sliding his paw from her shoulder and lifting his head from her frame.

"Well... I don't know about that... I mean... I guess there's not really a valid reason for me to not look for a 'nice lady' as you put it, but I haven't really thought about it. Eh... companionship is enough for me, I suppose. Although, I guess one could technically find that in a romantic partner too... I'm pretty content with the way things are, would likely be the best way to put it." He tried to answer, but there didn't seem to be a good reason as to why he wasn't looking for a love interest. It wasn't something that was really on his mind or something that he was thinking about-- it was something he hadn't thought about in a long time, not since his pack had been killed all those years ago. He had been affianced to a an unrelated female of the pack at the time of their slaughter; her name had been Aurora. She was gorgeous in either of her forms, with her summer-blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She was kind, gentle, and she had always smelled like flowers. He remembered that he always had wondered why, until he caught her rolling in a patch of a daisies one day. Apparently, while in her more canine form, she had liked finding nearby flower patches and just... rolled in them. It had seemed like such a silly thing at first, but then she convinced him to join her and, to his surprise, well... it had been fun, because she had been with him, giggling and smiling. He missed her, but he had accepted that she was gone, and it was time for him to move on.

"Well, I admit, there have been quite a few times where I have certainly lost my grace." He laughed a little, following after her.

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Post  Bec on Wed Apr 11, 2018 8:41 am

Spoon couldn't help it as a giggle escaped her, listening to him stammer as he tried to come up with a valid reason not to be looking for a date was humor enough for the day. Nonchalant, she waved her dismissive hand through the air once again.

"You're really making yourself sound more like a dog." She joked.

She supposed she understood, though. It wasn't as if she'd been looking when she found Triton– it had just kind of happened. Being in the midst of an uprising – and growing up in a lake – meant she didn't really have the time to be thinking about relationships when he'd come around. Granted that their revolution was small and hadn't done much in the grand scheme of things, Spoon had been perfectly content with helping the nearby villagers and the uncommon passerby in his travels. That was her entire life outside of training.

The days that they got to travel into town and help clean up messes that the royals wouldn't touch; those were the best days. An older woman, the innkeep's wife, always had the most interesting tasks for her. It was never a dull day when she got to speak with that woman. Perhaps she didn't see her often, or not as often as she'd like, but she'd become somewhat of a grandmother figure to the girl.

"How would you feel about stopping by the tavern or the inn? We could keep an ear out for the local gossip. Who knows who's, maybe someone's spotted another unicorn."

Laughing, she counted it up in her head and... four, there'd been four this month. She couldn't help but shake her head a little bit, wondering why people go to such lengths for attention. Maybe they really were crazy, maybe not. People will believe in anything they've never seen. In any case, listening to the townsfolk talk could always provide a bit of information, useful or otherwise. The rare visit from a bounty hunter was always rise for conversation, for example. Occasionally, they'd even hear of a nonhuman traveler that passed through, or an especially cheap merchant. It was always a good decision to keep an ear out.
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A small chuckle escaped from him, "Well, it's the role I fill the best, I think." He didn't really seem to mind it, truth be told. It just made life far more simple, far easier. He liked it that way. He was the family pet, and no one on the outside questioned what he was. Wherever he went with anyone, he was always the wolf at their side-- or, rather, "wolf-dog" as anyone in the family described him to people, since owning an actual wolf was both highly unlikely and illegal. Plus, calling him a wolf-dog seemed to help cover any suspicions as to what he might be. However, for that very reason, he never travelled into the towns alone, not even in his human form. His silver eyes were distinct enough to make anyone question, even if he wasn't travelling with the same people "the wolf-dog" is normally with. He was well enough known by the locals at this point-- perhaps too much so.

"Mm, sounds like a good idea." He agreed, looking over and up at her with a slight nod. Her comment made him wonder if there was any merit to the claims of the townsfolk at all. Even as old as he was, he'd never seen a unicorn in his entire life. But, on the other hand, it had been years since anyone had seen dragons before Ashe, son of the Queen and the Commander of her entire army, had stumbled upon two, and brought five into the world. So, he supposed that it was possible some were out there, evading the sight of many but a small handful of people. However, it didn't really help their merit that a lot of people seemed to be stating the same story of seeing the same illusive unicorn. It had probably started as a rumor, and now everyone was picking it up and trying to make it something to grab the attention of anyone who might listen. Whatever the case, truth or fiction, they weren't about to go out unicorn watching. They had more important things to do, like acquiring any news about the capital and the Crown. Or even just hearing about interesting passerbys.

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Post  Bec on Wed Apr 11, 2018 12:10 pm

For the most part, Spoon kept at a leisurely pace. Nothing in the town was too important to rush. She was near certain that Triton would hear of her venture into the village and come looking for her, so she'd enjoy her alone time with Emile while it lasted.

That wasn't to say she didn't want to see Triton; she did. It was simply that she wasn't ready for so much attention. The forest was quiet and peaceful, and relaxation came easily. Compared to the looks she'd get in town– she preferred the quiet. Noble girls would scoff and gossip clear within earshot, meanwhile others would gawk in awe to see the royal's sweetheart walking idly among the streets as a common peasant. It was deafening. Even still, she wouldn't allow a day to pass without making some use of her time. Tomorrow she'd train, and the day after that perhaps she'd come back to gather even more local gossip. One might assume Triton to give her all the information she'd need, but he only cared for the affairs of nobles. He wouldn't speak to her of strange visitors or bar scuffles.

About an hour had passed them by, dipping the sun into late afternoon as they arrived. Once again she was met with uncomfortable stares and disgruntled mumbles. She could ignore it. Making her way through the hustle and bustle of the streets, she decided they'd venture to her favorite spot. The Black Ant Inn, named aptly for the large insects that plagued the place. Walking through the door, she couldn't help but grin as she was greeted by a familiar face. She took an excited seat at the bar.

"Hello dear," the elder woman's voice carried like sandpaper, "nice of you to stop in. You look well!"

She paused, looking to Emile and frowning. Turning her attention back to Spoon, she shook a stern finger. "Now girl, you know there are no dogs allowed in here."

... They laughed. Ora was her name, and no one struck a chord with Spoon quite like her. Not outside of the rebellion anyway. Spoon was liable to stay here and talk with her for hours on end, listening to the stories of her youth and watching her scold drunkards and swindlers as they attempted to muck up her business.

"What's the latest from you, Ora? Anything interesting happen around town?"

The innkeep began to think. "Well, yesterday we had a bit of an incident with the local bard. Some fella came in and said he could topple his act right over. Whole dispute ended up with a broken lute and a lot of spilled mead." She snickered, clearly amused. "Though I'm sure you're not askin' about civil disagreements. I 'aven't seen any newcomers lately save for him. No unicorns, no merchants, nothin'. Stay for a while, won't ya? I'll get you a drink."

Pulling out her coin-pouch, Spoon set a few copper down on the bar as Ora went to fetch her beverage. She reached down, scratching Emile's head as she did so. "Month's about over. Guess it's just four, then." she murmured, concealing her entertainment behind bent arm. "Let me know if you hear anything interesting."
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