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=Participants=
* [[Angus]]
* [[Sveta]]
=Date=
20/7/476
=Log=
<div></div><br> <br>Noonday in Firmament, and the sun's heat beats down upon the streets, keeping them clear. Most beings are either away at lunch or noonday mass, and yet a solitary figure eschews the comfort of shade and winds her way down through the Castle District. Stopping in front of the gates of Solacious Manor, a certain goshawk appears to be having a rather lengthy discussion with the gate guards. It's not clear exactly what's being discussed, but there seems to be quite a bit of consternation going on.<br> <br>In this heat, even soldiers were trying to stay cool. Angus sighs as he trys to cool himself with a fan, walking by the main gate before he notices a familar set of feathers and stops in place. "Oh...Hello Sveta." The fox mutters, taking a step up to the guard post as he crosses his arms and frowns. Still rather upset by their last encounter.<br> <br>At the mere sound of Angus' voice, Sveta looks up from her argument with the gate guards and jabs a finger in his direction. "See! There he is! Lord Ictus gave me a dispensation to be here, so either you're babbling on about something you have no idea about, or you're just trying to get me to go away. I wonder, which is which?" The gate guards look rather sheepish but slink back to their posts, and thus vindicated, Sveta turns the full force of her attention upon Angus. "Ah, Lord Solacious. Just the being I needed to see. Your sister asked me to speak with you."<br> <br>Angus blinks, and his ears fold back. ...great, another chat with the Goshawk. He wanted to tell her no, wanted to make her leave...but if his sister wanted her to talk to him... "Alright then, what is it." He sighs, turning to start walking to the manor as he speaks. "But can we talk inside, as it is rather hot out here."<br> <br>Sveta eyes Angus suspiciously, but ruffles her feathers and follows him back into the manor. Once they're comfortably in the shade, she looks around to make sure there aren't any servants around to eavesdrop, then clears her throat and begins. "Yes. Don't get me wrong, Angus Solacious. I still don't want to speak to, or see you of my own violition. And yet Lady Mirana has asked me to speak to you again, in the hopes that this can be fixed...maybe it's her base personality, or maybe it's the spirit Shalia's effect on her, I don't know. Nevertheless, she's asked, and I will accede to her request."<br> <br>"Yes, she has filled me in on the situation regarding Angel. Yes, I did made an assertion that day which might have been taken the wrong way, on account of her disappearance being convenient, which, by the way, was sarcasm. No, that does not change the root of what lies between us. But your sister has asked me to put aside these differences for now, or at least, until your little -" she catches herself- "Angel is found. I take it you have noticed how this entire matter has been taking its toll on her."<br> <br>Angus just stares at her. "To be honest...you have no idea how much my own thoughts reflect yours. The only reason I don't walk away now is because of my sister. And yes, you did make an assertion that day, one that cut rather deep. You made it sound as if I was happy that she was gone, overjoyed that someone had taken her and left." Sighing he blinks, finally noticing the sound of crumpling and snapping wood as he accidently crushed his fan. He cringes as she catches herself, and gives her a level. "Gaze, I assure you I will not rest until Angel is safe, and Yes....Yes I have..."<br> <br>Sveta meets Angus' gaze. "And why would you not be, if one thinks about it a certain way? The evidence of your mistake, wiped out from - no, forget it. I don't want another quarrel right now, I don't need another quarrel right now, and not in your home. I have your word, which I'm sure you know what I think of, and Lady Mirana's word that you are doing everything in your power to fix things. So be it, I believe her, and there are greater things afoot than just the two of us - for now. The whole matter is wrapped up with this Lord Eldric fellow, is it not? I never did quite find out what was the meaning of what was in that bag Lord Ictus told me to bring to the courts."<br> <br>"Because it is my fault! My mistake! One that I intend to correct." The fox commented back, the bags under his eyes doing nothing to hide the worry and fear in his gaze. "And Yes...this does involve Lord Eldric, this is actually fully his doing." Angus' never left hers, to be honest he had no idea about the bag either or the meaning behind it...<br> <br>"I see." Sveta tilts her head and looks at Angus askance, as if searching for something. She looks him up and down, noting his face, his posture, his fur. "So that's how you feel about it." She mumbles something under her breath, then is silent for a little while longer, perhaps too proud or too tongue-tied to say much else. "I will have to ask Lady Mirana for further details, then, and continue lending my assistance." Then, more to herself than anything else, "people are so much easier to deal with when you think of them as problems that need fixing. Well, that is all, Angus Solacious. It will be on your sister's behalf that I'll tolerate your presence in the future while this is still going on, but don't expect me to be friendly. Naturally, I do not expect it from you."<br> <br>"No. It isn't." The Fox commented back, a frown forming as he manages to pick up on her whisper. Angus puts a hand on her shoulder, knowing all to well it would probably earn him a slap. "If you want to lend your assistance then accompany me when I go to get her back, I'm willing to storm into Cliffside by myself if I have to. But I don't want to go it alone." He sighs again...and forces a sad smile. "Sveta...I know that you hate me, I know you want nothing to do to me. But what's at stake is to great for me to go it alone on. I want to save an innocent, not a slave."<br> <br>Sveta brushes off Angus' hand from her shoulder in distaste, her wings flapping. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for Angel and Lady Mirana - and Lord Ictus, if it comes to that. You may appear sorry, but I honestly don't know. I have this strange quirk of not being able to tell whether people are sorry for what they've done, or whether they're merely sorry they got caught. It's fooled me enough times. Well, I think I've stayed here long enough. If there's anything else of use you wish to convey, as opposed to platitudes, then forward them to me through Lady Mirana. I have other things to do today." With that, she's off, brushing past the gate guards and out into the noonday sun with nary another word.[[Category:RPLogs]]