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Who Was, Is or Might Be [Silence]
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Post by Cion on Nov 2, 2019 10:32:16 GMT
Silence...So... she had actually done it. Was it the young gentleman's proposal or her own impetus, she did not know, nor was it of any concern to her. But instead of casting everything aside to grant her wounded soul respite through distance and solitude, tonight she had chosen to confront her sorrow directly. In her current existence, ever since all she knew and cherished steadily trickled like sand out of her hands, this must have been the first time for her to do so. She did not expect anything, and exasperation had become far too day-to-day for it to hold much sway. Cion's calmness was not that of peace of mind though, but weariness and exhaustion. From the outside, she presented herself as the lady of grace, poise and unparalleled ambitions most she was acquainted with were familiar with - a facade she forced herself to believe in, too. On the inside... well, Snowflake's weather appeared to be in unison with that maelstrom of wrath and trepidation. Even in the autumnal tranquility the world was covered in, these barren, icy badlands seemed incessantly inimical to life. This reclusion bore an undenial charm, which apparently had seduced an entire community of people to stay. Bizarre, but understandable. Beneath the enshrouded sky solely pierced by the moon's blue-grey sheen, frozen snow carried by violent squalls impacted with the candlelit lodges. The cacophony of elemental sounds and creaking wood was strepitous, but for those within their cozy homes it was merely another end of an evening. Still, few dared venturing out, regardless of how brief the journey was. Yet as it evidently was a typical stroke of fate, there was one outlier who repeatedly defied the convention - intentional or accidentally. On the cold, hard railings of the local inn's closed veranda she sat, facing the blizzard head-on without a single tremor of her body or firm facial expression. The steam of a cup of hot chocolate, a treat she granted herself occasionally, and the building's inner lights were her only companions for now. Yet as spikes of frost manifested themselves on the edges of the small fennec's platinum fur, white coat and tail, her resilience was clear as day. The aureate fervor faintly glowing inside her eyes, a radiant flame that had endured uncountable trials and unfathomable woes over the ages, refused to yield to this insignificant adversity. Unclothed as usual, except her signature, short green scarf, the embodiment of her haunting regrets, the unassuming ascendant waited, not uttering a word while a thousand opposing thoughts tore at her spirit in silence unendingly.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2019 14:04:29 GMT
It had been a surprising conversation to say the least with mikemon one that had dragged on and on and on. Or at least it felt like it did, she had asked questions and he had given her answers; plenty of answers that led to her learning about many a thing her past life had done. What he wasn’t comfortable sharing their daughter did. The shutmon had a few things that she wanted to ask, things that she wanted to address. But one of the big ones was who this… Cion was. She vaguely remembered someone fitting the descriptor of the mikemon.
A fight atop a mountain, guarding a dangerous spire.
A fight inside the confines of a star struck coliseum.
A hugely climactic battle against the Demonlord leader: Daemon.
The last true act of heroism that her previous iteration had performed. To try to save one that was already gone, followed by doing exactly that yet again. The shutmon didn’t really understand why her past iteration did what she did. Or choose who she did over another. The family, the love, the desires… Everything there was a mystery. Why she fought so hard for family… Was that because of the crushing loneliness that K had been privy to for thousands upon thousands of years?
These questions persisted in her head as she stepped through the wind, the snow and the starry night. Ironically, her breath was colder than that of the snowflake village’s tearing winds so rather than create a breath like she normally did… She just looked like she was breathing normally.
The shutmon paused as she noted a few of the lodges having candlelight over the normal electric powered ones. Perhaps in a storm like this most mons around here preferred it over the bleeding sensations that the eyes were privy to when dealing with ‘fake’ light for as long as they did.
The shutmon looked down at her pad, noting that the last message she had sent to Cion had been over thirty minutes ago. Well long enough for the fox digimon to get to where they agreed to meet. If anything the wolf was late! She’d huff a bit and step quickly, the crunching of snow and tearing winds making for quite an approach.
Unlike K however, her shutmon form was heavily armored thanks to a more recent encounter on the moon. The heavy weight of the wolf making it easy for her to plow through the snow. She didn’t so much crunch it down as she did stomp it. Not intentionally but when dealing with the extra weight of basically full plate?
The shutmon huffed and shifted her armored goggles up a bit, noting that yes there was someone sitting on the veranda. She frowned slightly and check her watch before stepping quickly inside. She’d put in her own order, one of a warm glass of mead; heated and topped with some cinnamon apple to give it a little more of a kick in terms of taste. The shutmon pushed open the door so that she could entertain a friend of her past life. Standing there with mug in hand the shutmon slowly walked over. Once there? Well she’d lean against the closed frame of the veranda and give a small smile, following suit with a sip of her mead.
”Cion right? I’m Silence; K’s second iteration. Have to say I… wasn’t really sure what to expect when messaging you.”
The shutmon mulled over her mead, giving it a small sip and showing off her teeth in a smile. There was no hostility, aggravation or any sort of negativity there. In fact it was quite friendly and was devoid of what made K.. K. K was soft, friendly and gentle in her mannerisms but Silence was very much so opposite. She was bold, straight to the point, even boisterous in her friendliness.
Would the relationship these two had fostered stay in the same vein? What would come from such an interaction with such a different being? Yes she was young, yes she wasn’t as strong as K right now. But she had the capacity to grow, to further herself beyond that of her prior self. She had a millennia to work off in terms of experience from the get go even if it was staggered out with each form she took. Not unlike cion in that regard…
But unlike Cion, the wolf seemed content in some odd way. Like she had found a challenge that was worth seeking and even now as she met with a friend from a past life… That she was still on that path. Her eyes might of been looking at Cion but she was seeing so much more than just the form the other kept.
The shutmon rubbed at the back of her neck, realizing that her goggles and hood was still up she’d let out a chuckle. Shifting the outerwear to a more relaxed pose. Her cloak’s hood being pulled back and her goggles being adjusted. She looked even more knightly than her prior iteration did in this form. With the soft clinking of armor, the small bits of leather twisting and flexing as she moved. It wasn’t hard to see that she also was going further than K did!
”I’ll flat out say it, when I sensed your signal a bit earlier I was expecting… Something bigger I guess. First one that I’ve ever sensed that was at this level.”
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Post by Cion on Nov 2, 2019 15:25:53 GMT
The first thing that cast aside Cion's focus on her constant introspection was a known, warm and slightly unpleasant aroma. A permeating scent of hearty honey suddenly lingered in the air, simultaneously mixing and clashing with the tart must of alcohol. Flavorful sweetness enveloped both, binding them in their cacophonous union. While her snub nose twitched to get acquainted with the smell, her large ears peaked upon perceiving the heavy yet calm steps of someone approaching. Even as the elements of aforementioned snowstorm collided with her petite frame, determining the origin of this sound without looking was trivial.
Starring at the nocturnal streets of this charming village with a hand on her hip, her aureate eyes eventually shifted to the Shutmon - a figure that was somehow familiar and alien alike to her. The lupiform warrior revealed a smile, teeth glistening in the soft light of the inn behind them. The silver fennec remained composed with a neutral expression, and ultimately took a deep breath after listening to her companion for tonight. "Truth be told... feelings are mutual in this regard." She answered honestly, which was followed by a brief yet sincere movement of her cheeks. It was for merely a second, but she had mustered a faint simper of her own.
Taking a sip of her hot chocolate, the vulpine sentinel beheld her reflection in the maroon brew. With her eyelids shutting partially, she realized that the young gentleman had spoken truly. Though seldom encountered, the experiences she had made with the person she knew by the name of K had been unforgettable. The previous grace of the paladin was gone; as was her demure way of carrying herself. The character in front of her was unwound, straightforward... a bit ineloquent perhaps. But above that, this individual seemed content - just like Owen.
Sighing inaudibly, the restrained Arniomon tilted her head upwards to face her acquaintance in a direct way that was becoming to a lady of cherished mannerisms and amiability. Attentively gazing at the unshrouded entity, it was amazing how much she resembled her former self. And although her armaments were bulkier, it hardly mattered in the whole aspect that was her appearance. Again, the small fox was reminded of the sportive Gaomon. That people could change so drastically on the inside yet remain virtually the same on the outside... no word was capable of adequately describing this harrowing schism.
But in her poise, Cion did not share her maelstrom of thoughts and impressions. It certainly was an effort, but given the circumstances that was acceptable. It was the attitude her faraway friends knew her by, hence she saw no point in relinquishing it. Thankfully, Silence provided an amusing distraction. Chuckling proudly, the unassuming ascendant shrugged softly. "Call it womanly tact." She replied in jest, showing that she strove towards breaking the ice between them.
However, the knight in shining armor was not wrong with her expectations. Anew, the outlier proved her stroke of fate that was subverting conventions. Her apex enabled her to live and tread freely among those of lesser might, allowing her to fully attune with this hightened state of existence. Other advantages showed themselves in combat. If it meant sacrificing the looks of an ultimate fighter than that was acceptable. She was rather herself than the double of another away.
Nonetheless... the signal she emitted was maybe indeed inspiring awe, especially since it was partially hidden on purpose. She was not a neophyte, but an ancient aspirant who had absolute control and mastery over her potential - something she did not hesitate to display. But this was neither the time nor the place. Instead, to present her sophisticated and gentle personality, she reached out a paw to her host. "A pleasure to meet you... again and at last."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2020 17:53:50 GMT
The shutmon shifted and flicked her ears; the other seemed… Very relaxed if not a touch distant. Perhaps it was their power? Or perhaps it was something else she didn’t know or understand. She watched the other thoughtfully as they spoke; they felt the same way. Not knowing much about the shutmon that had taken the place of K. Then again that was a thing that many folks seemed to have to deal with. Not that many of them minded; some sure… but ultimately most of them were willing to let the shutmon back into their lives in one way or another.
This other certainly held themselves in a way that the shutmon wasn’t sure she could match. Maybe not now nor ever but… Perhaps it was something to be said about their differences. Their ages, their experiences. Maybe in time she’d be simular? Or vastly different? She’d rub at her chin and manage a small grin as the other looked to her. What was that expression on her face? The shutmon couldn’t really say.
”Heh. Womanly tact. All right.”
The shutmon chuckled; she knew that sort of thing. Perhaps it was a prod at her or maybe it was something more meant to break the ice. Either way it gained a chuckle from Silence; who stopped herself to take a drink from her stein. Sure the two of them differed in drinks, differed in stance and power at the moment. But… what sort of interactions and relationships did they have in the past? She didn’t know. Then again she didn’t know a lot of things. There was a small puff of air and unlike in the rest of the digital world… Her icy breath was barely visible.
”Likewise. I take it you knew K fairly well? A lot of people seem to. She was well known and I keep on running into people.”
The shutmon snickered a bit and shook her head; it was an understatement. She couldn’t go to luminas without sticking to forms that the fox rarely used. Like sangloupmon or the now pure white meicrackmon. Though that latter form choice came with a few caveats she wasn’t sure she was ready for.
”Though to be fair. It’s hard for me to keep track of the places she’s been or the people she’s met. Sorta… rough start yanno? People keep confusin me for her and lemme tell yah. It’s uh. Not very easy to explain that she’s gone to people like that.”
There was an awkward huff; in truth K and her shared many physical forms. Almost all of them in fact. There were a few differences here and there that were steadily widening as she looked but… To those on the outside the shutmon was barely different. She hadn’t done anything to mark herself different and she hadn’t gone on her own adventures yet. In fact… compared to the wizened paladin? She was just a simple squire.
For now at least...
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Post by Cion on Jan 20, 2020 20:40:58 GMT
Had her jest and courtesy, in spite of the mental barriers she had to overcome to act so naturally, not sufficed to break the initial ice with the individual she once knew as a proud, admirable paladin? To be honest... Cion was nor sure. On the one hand, a delayed set of chuckles escaped the lupiform vanguard's toothy maw, next to a bizarre repeat of the vocalized joke. This reaction had an awkward atmosphere to it, which prevailed for a moment, even amidst the blizzard that engulfed the entirety of the provincial town they were in.
On the other... Silence had barely if at all reacted to her attempts to shake hands as a sign of mutual peace, acceptance and trust. Had the silver fennec done something to displease her acquaintance, or was it simply a new idiosyncrasy of the reincarnated digimon who stood adjacent to her? Giving it a few seconds of thought, the latter was most likely the case. The Shutmon was chummy, unwound and admittedly indelicate. Her previous grace and demureness had truly ceased to be. The same soul and consciousness, yet similar to Owen an entirely different person.
Sighing quietly, her aureate eyes swayed to behold the darkness that was torn by a perpetual surge of falling frost. As icy winds whizzed past her hair and pelt, the small fox's large ears twitched faintly - presumably a reaction to the words that were uttered by her host. "Indeed." She responded concisely, yet with gentle kindness in her young voice. Though she had met K but a couple of times, they had shared a reciprocal understanding and esteem. Was it the tournament, the necropolis or the demonic bastion... it was as if they had been kindred spirits. Unfortunately, this sentiment too had become a shattered memory.
The unassuming ascendant nodded firmly. Evidently, she had no trouble believing that Silence's former self had forged plenty of bonds. It was the bane and boon of those who devoted themselves to the weal of others. Remembering the uncountable faces, particularly those you have let down, was an unavoidable aspect to selflessness. Hence... Cion did not know what the best course of action was. Should the reborn warrior relinquish her essence, or was the probably painful truth a worthwhile burden? Ultimately, this was not for the vulpine sentinel to decide. However, she was intrigued to learn the answer to this question.
Continuing to listen to her explications while clutching her steaming potation, she slowly grasped that the strain her companion for tonight must have felt during these types of encounters had to be immense. There certainly was a vast difference between expectations and reality - in every conceivable way. She understood this too well. The bipedal wolf was presumably akin to a pressured child that was hardly able to meet the demands imposed on it... ... Huh... was this empathy? She had not experienced this sentiment in quite a long time.
"I understand." She calmly voiced her sincere sympathy for what the aspiring squire went through. The restrained Arniomon had been on the receiving end of a similar tragedy. Being forced to accept the truth... that was the worst ordeal of her entire existence. She still suffered it with each passing day. She did not know how to cope with it.
Narrowing her eyelids, she suddenly sensed her snub nose twitch and tickle. Groaning silently, she inhaled several sharp, freezing breaths before sneezing rather loudly if softly. Sniffling twice or thrice, Cion shook her head until a weak chuckle emerged from her mouth. "I guess sitting here without proper clothing was not my brightest move." She quipped in acknowledgment of her own stubbornness.
Nonetheless, she tried to see the bright side of things, as per the wisdom of the fine lad. "You... wanted to invite me to your home, correct? For dinner and... pastime?" She inquired to assure that she had not misunderstood their previous messages for which they had utilized their gizmos. The tiny fennec definitely approved of this idea and offer, but perhaps Silence had changed her mind. She wouldn't blame her if she had...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2020 21:27:11 GMT
Perhaps it was the movements that she missed, but it was far too late for the fledgling knight to try to fix the missing of the handshake. The shutmon rubbed her neck awkwardly; realizing her error but there wasn’t much she could do to fix that. It was fine. She felt it was fine. Not everyone needed to handshake right? Right? No. She probably mucked that one up. But the shutmon gave a small shrug to herself and leaned on the railing, her ears flicking a little bit.
It was calm, quiet… and there weren't many around. It could be because of cion’s power or perhaps just because of how late it was. She figured on both really. The shutmon mulled over the few sparse memories she had of the other; trying to pick up some hint or something she could converse about. But all she found was the soft opinion of the other from before. They really weren’t anything alike…
There were simple words exchanged too, small bits and stuff that left the shutmon relatively quiet. She’d sip at her own drink; watching the other as they seemed to be thinking about something else. Then of course… The other sneezed. Loudly yet softly. The shutmon frowned a little bit and tugged at the cloak that sat around her shoulders. The shutmon had thick fur, leather armor and metal on the exterior. It blocked all but the worst weather and the cloak itself was just a warm boon to the shutmon. But she didn’t need it as much as the other did.
”Well it probably wasn’t too cold at first I imagine.”
If allowed, Cion would find that red cloak settling around her in an effort to alleviate the cold if not by a little bit. The shutmon’s ears flicked and tilted her head to the other side. The shutmon perked up and grinned ear to ear. That was right! They were going to converse at their home as well as have a dinner together. Mikemon and the kids were out so it left her in charge of the place.
”Yeah! Dinner and some chit chat. I’ve got a roast going on right now, should be near done.”
The shutmon thumbed to where her house was; taking a long drink from her stein and practically emptying it out. There were more drinks back home, more things they could do and chatter that they could get into!
”If you’re ready to go I can show you where it’s at! It’s not too far eheh.”
The shutmon looked practically ecstatic to show someone where she lived. If anything she was a fount of energy that was bursting with potential both in and out of combat. Her grin split her maw even further and the shutmon would turn to head back into the establishment. She had to return the glass after all! She wasn’t about to just take it on home with her or anything. She’d feel bad if she had done that!
”It’s a good night to spend with an old friend yeah? Or. Well in my case old and new!”
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Post by Cion on Jan 21, 2020 22:22:32 GMT
To the silver fennec's slight surprise, it appeared as if the lupiform vanguard did not react in a noteworthy way to her confirmation and sympathy. Doubting that her new acquaintance was indifferent to her genuine kindness, the conclusion that she saw no point in continuing to focus on them quickly came to mind. Adding practicality to the growing list of previously nonexistent idiosyncrasies, the decision was made to drop these topics of conversation for good. Both digimons had apparently contemplated and spoken what they considered necessary, hence they could shift their attention more pleasant subjects.
The possibility that Cion might have caught a cold however was not delightful in the slightest... although the slightly sarcastic jest that was voiced by the Shutmon was admittedly droll. "No..." She responded calmly, which was followed by a brief yet sincere chuckle. "I'm confident the blizzard has been raging this whole week. That's at least what the weather channel said." She joked kindly, hoping to break the ice further and distract herself from the veil of frost that engulfed everything in these lands. It seemed as if she had succeeded...
Blinking with visible confusion, the bipedal fox found herself at the receiving end of a truly amiable act of benign friendship. Though the promising warrior's crimson cloak was far too large for the tiny mammal, she nonetheless appreciated the selfless gesture. Somehow managing to nestle down in the soft garment, a seldom experienced warmth manifested itself in her soul. Was this security and a sense of belonging she felt? Gosh... how many seasons have passed her by in which she had existed without them? She had almost forgotten their innermost coziness.
"Thank you." She expressed her gratitude concisely yet gently. Smiling with enchanting glee, she beheld Silence's beaming grin while listening to the statements she uttered. The panache and fervor she conveyed, even for the seemingly most mundane thing, was well-nigh infectious. Nevertheless, the actual meaning of the ideas that were suggested were likewise charming. "A roast? Exquisite!" She rejoiced, revealing her marginally hoggish side for a mere second. Confessedly, behind her poise and ladylike grace, there was a diminutive beast with an immense appetite.
Evidently equally as excited to get going, the partially frozen, vulpine sentinel stoop up and nodded firmly. The prospect of savoring a fine meal together with a cherished friend inside a snug home was verily exultant. "I'm ready." She exclaimed confidently and with clear eagerness to proceed their undertaking. Briefly returning into the inn, she handed over her cup of hot cocoa as to not be declared a petty thief. Perish the thought!
Regardless... it was amazing how initial trepidation, hesitation and thoughtfulness had given way to serenity, zeal and spontaneity. Cion did not know if these wonderful sentiments were meant to last, but she clung to them and relished them for all that they were worth. It had simply been too long... "Indeed... a very good night." She commented, almost in hushed, dreamy whispers. This togetherness was unquestionably marvelous.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2020 22:41:53 GMT
The shutmon wasn’t sure where to progress with some of the conversations. Maybe it was for the best that it was left alone for the moment. They could come back to it at some point if they wanted but… She felt that if they focused on it for too long perhaps they would end up getting hung up on it. The shutmon shifted a little and was a little amused at the blizzard. To her it didn’t matter much, she was strong enough to wade through the blizzard’s effects and if needed could easily keep above the deep snow.
”Ah. I don’t pay much attention to the weather channels as much as I should. But if it’s a blizzard there’s a good chance that we might get snowed in. Not a problem there though!”
Silence laughed a bit as the other seemed to appreciate her gesture, even going so far as to thank her. She’d give a small nod and halfbow; her grin was splitting her face from one ear to the other and well. The interactions between the two were pretty simple; if not straightforward. It also felt right giving cion a cloak as she didn’t seem to have the same thick fur that silence did.
”Of course! My fur is very thick so the cloak isn’t as needed for me. Though it’s still very warm hah!”
The shutmon nodded her head as the other asked about the roast; truth be told it was something she struggled over for an hour or so. Recipes in her head and on paper both not matching up. She eventually went with the one in her head as it sounded better than what was on paper…
”Yup! There’s a few things I can add to it as side dishes that won’t take very long either.”
The shutmon was grateful that the other shared her sentiment to return the cup. They could easily get to where the shutmon’s home was. But as the two of them stepped out of the building the shutmon stretched and flicked her ears. She noted the way the other spoke; hushed… dreamy. Like she wasn’t experiencing life the way that she should. The shutmon reached out a hand and very gently would pat the other on the head. Considering their size it practically would engulf them.
”It’s all right. Everyone needs days or nights like these. I’m glad I can be here to meet with you. Now c’mon. If we wait too long the roast will burn!”
The shutmon laughed and trudged along through the snow. Her path was still there from when she arrived so it was easy to follow and if Cion wanted to the shutmon would continue to lend her cloak to the other. Though the shutmon did slide her goggles down for the moment; as she didn’t want her eyes to burn from all the snow.
”Bout a five minute walk with all this… Might need to crank on the heat when we get there. I don’t… well. I don’t really need warmth. My body is pretty icy as is. Perks of being a northern mon I guess!”
Five or so minutes later the two of them would be in front of the shutmon’s humble abode. The single floor building that was worked somewhat into the mountain providing the both of them ample cover from the storm, though it looked as though if it continued too long that they wouldn’t have much of a way out.
Leading the smaller mon into the building the shutmon would quickly flick on the lights, dusting herself off from the snow. It was fairly… cold in the home for the moment but the shutmon turned on the heat to fix that. There was an ample living space, A large kitchen and some rooms off to the side. The large couch that sat in front of a coffee table that was also near a fireplace was easily spotted from the entry hall.
”Lemme check on the roast, make yourself at home yeah?”
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Post by Cion on Jan 22, 2020 17:14:46 GMT
For once, the silver fennec truly could not help herself but chuckle with glee. Although the individual who used to carry the name K lacked numerous qualities that she missed, her upbeat and spirited approach to issues was certainly delightful and inspiring. Continuing to allow her muzzle to be graced by a soft, rapt smile, the unassuming ascendant nodded approvingly. "Forsooth." She declared, almost beaming with coltish confidence. The notion of spending time together with the lupiform vanguard was joyous, hence she saw no point in lamenting the possibility of the blizzard leading to them being snowbound.
Visibly appreciating the generosity and effort that Silence displayed, she decided to remain silent and maintain her mien of faint bliss. It spoke louder than a thousand words anyway, particularly for an anguished soul like hers. Ultimately, with the crimson vesture protecting her from the biting cold, and the pleasant anticipation of a wholesome meal lurking inside her mind, they returned the cups to their respective owners and exited the fine establishment.
Immediately ready to get going, it was the bizarre yet appreciated gesture of her new acquaintance patting her hat that led to her cheeks assuming a hue of pink. There was remarkable gentleness in her act, specifically because her paw was nearly the entire size of the tiny fox's body. Nonetheless, such kindness was valued highly by her. "Feelings are mutual... friend." She concisely yet amiably expressed the sincere affection she felt for the cheerful wolf. The thought of them, despite their differences, enjoying amity became less strange to her with every passing second. Perhaps Toki's suggestion had been right...
"I need warmth. I am capable of producing it myself, but... your cloak is quite cuddly." She jested as a comment to the previous statement before following her companion for tonight through the candlelit, nocturnal streets of Snowflake. Quickly arriving at their destination without any interferences to keep them busy, Cion's aureate eyes swayed in all conceivable directions to take in and familiarize herself with the home in which her cully, the doctor and the children lived.
The house that was built into a local knoll was not as ostentatious as she had expected, but its simpleness was its charm. The design and interior decoration had the cozy atmosphere of a lodge. If only the lights were not electrical, but actual fires. That would have served as an excellent finishing touch to the veil of snugness. However, it was better if things were imperfect and good than perfect and nonexistent. It was a lesson she often had to remind herself of in her constant zeal and pursuit for improvement. She did not wish to repeat the uncountable mistakes of the past...
Adjusting herself to the different environment, the restrained Arniomon removed the wet cloak and put it on a hook. The last thing she wanted to be responsible for was damage by water. Noticing the marginal presence of slowly increasing heat, she entered the living room. "Will do!" She replied chummily. Approaching the fireplace, she inspected if it too was artificial, or indeed a proper carmine. Nothing beat the elegancy of dancing flames.
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