#VERSE | MAIN 🌸 Varshahn

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"I would have no better aid at my side, though, perhaps it is best you speak that to no one else." Lest their other, and very capable companions, take offense to being called second best. All in good jest, he knew, though there was little time to dwell on the matter, Azdaja squirming within his palaka indicating IMPATIENCE as she broke free and fluttered eagerly about.

It made him chuckle fondly at the sight, nodding her direction. Yes, yes, they were going. Centuries of being SHACKLED in nothing but darkness did that to one, he supposed.

"I have no particular destination in mind, though I would like to see her experience the shores." The waves in their ebb and flow would surely delight her, especially now with her smaller size. It would be easy to let her run the coast with a bit more freedom with little worry of monsters ruining the moment-- and it would be easy to spot any unsavory sorts attempting to approach. Not that he suspected anything to happen, but.

CAUTION-- He was far too fearful of losing her again.

"If you've any places you think she must see, I would be open to suggestions. We may depart whenever you are ready, but please, do not let me rush you." Sanguine eyes glanced momentarily at the project the other had at hand, not wanting his friend to feel the need to quickly finish.

A familiar voice drew his eyes away from the project he'd been working on. He was mid-stitch on a top—one of his shirts that had been damaged in his last fight—when green eyes finally found Varshahn's.

It was hardly odd to see him, though he seemed in better spirits than he had been recently. For much of the duration of their search for Azdaja, his face had been understandably sour with worry, so it was nice to see him more relaxed.

He greets him with only his eye, a familiar quiet settled over them for a moment before the reason for his visit made herself known. Azdaja peeked out at him, elicited a chuckle from Vrtra and a fond smile from X'kijin, the antics of the small creature too similar to his own sister's.

"You know I'm not good with blades," he said, though the pleasant lilt in his voice gave away the intent behind his joke. His gaze moves away from Varshahn, back to quickly finish his repair. "But if you don't mind a laser gun..."

Of course he didn't. He would've complained earlier if he did, though the nouliths he carried were certainly a queer weapon in Radz-at-Han.

"Did you have any places in particular in mind? Or were you going to ask for suggestions, too?"

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"My friend, a moment, if you will?" It's the elder simulacra that approaches X'kijin, sword at the hip as though prepared for COMBAT. With a hand poised against his chest, there's nary any sign of pending battle on his visage, expression relaxed as he stood before the other. "I have asked much from you already, and it is due to this that I would not give offense to your refusal."

There's a obvious shift beneath his hand, and an OUTLINE of a very, very tiny dragon makes itself known, head peering out from the edge of his palaka, to which a gentle chuckle erupts from the Au ra.

"You see, I would very much like to show my sister the places beyond Radz-at-Han, but I worry over her safety. If you would be willing to lend another blade to her protection...?"