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Carte smiled and waved off Sari's worried remarks, nodding. "It wasn't a problem, Sari. Your family needed help, and as a comrade, I couldn't be happier than to help. Besides, we did need a few medical provisions, so it was a fair trade." Carte threw a glance at Barus, grinning happily. "Besides, Big Bird over here really did most of the work. I just worked my legs. Speaking of which, I need to stretch out my Beast form a little before we go. I'll meet you at the gate."
With that, Carte fetched what looked like a large, lavender-colored pearl out of the inside pocket of his coat and - before even meaning too - turned into a large rabbit about twice the height of Sari (if he were standing on his hind legs, of course). He let out a sigh, his voice having a peculiar reverberation in this form. "I swear, whenever I touch a Beaststone, no matter what my intentions are, I always transform. At least this time I meant to." With that, Rabbit Carte took the medicine box in his mouth and sped off for the gate, his speed rivaling a horse's, and the trail of dust behind him rivaling a desert twister. Carte was as happy as a Hawk Laguz with a five pound bass to be running again. He sort of hoped he'd pass by Miruru to show her just how well his Beast form was honed.
Folle smiled delightedly at the girl's glee for helping Requiem. She read it as cooperative capacity and admired her ability to help. "I really like this girl," she said, following the two.
At the blacksmith, Folle greeted the shopkeep with a nod and placed her blade on the counter. "I want this sword's handle forged, and a name etched in the blade. Let me show you blueprints drawn up by a Carcinoan smith I know, he came up with the design."
With that, Folle withdrew a small scroll from a pocket in her sleeve, opening it and placing it over the guard of the sword. "I want the blade to be called "Naga's Star" - I had it blessed awhile ago. I'm going to be travelling for awhile."
With that, Carte fetched what looked like a large, lavender-colored pearl out of the inside pocket of his coat and - before even meaning too - turned into a large rabbit about twice the height of Sari (if he were standing on his hind legs, of course). He let out a sigh, his voice having a peculiar reverberation in this form. "I swear, whenever I touch a Beaststone, no matter what my intentions are, I always transform. At least this time I meant to." With that, Rabbit Carte took the medicine box in his mouth and sped off for the gate, his speed rivaling a horse's, and the trail of dust behind him rivaling a desert twister. Carte was as happy as a Hawk Laguz with a five pound bass to be running again. He sort of hoped he'd pass by Miruru to show her just how well his Beast form was honed.
Folle smiled delightedly at the girl's glee for helping Requiem. She read it as cooperative capacity and admired her ability to help. "I really like this girl," she said, following the two.
At the blacksmith, Folle greeted the shopkeep with a nod and placed her blade on the counter. "I want this sword's handle forged, and a name etched in the blade. Let me show you blueprints drawn up by a Carcinoan smith I know, he came up with the design."
With that, Folle withdrew a small scroll from a pocket in her sleeve, opening it and placing it over the guard of the sword. "I want the blade to be called "Naga's Star" - I had it blessed awhile ago. I'm going to be travelling for awhile."