Part and Parcel
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realitywar_drwhvs The shorter figure tossed it's head back, the hood falling away to reveal a mane of curly brown hair above tan/gold fur. Hulapa's smile didn't quite reach her eyes, which remained unreadable. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" She asked.
"What the hay is that?" Hunter babbled, staring at the young adult llama.
Cain grumbled and dragged the unicorn to the back of the group, whispering in low tones. "Those two are llamas, the last survivors from a village that vanished from South Equiniea. We... knew them when they were much younger."
Atoc, with a few false starts, managed to pull his hood down.
"...much younger." the diamond dog frowned.
Stompson nodded, "I guess twelve years is a long time." He chuckled at himself, "Heh, I should have realized."
The technician nodded, "You need to be quiet now, this is not for us."
The unicorn frowned, but nodded.
Hualpa reached into her saddlebags, small objects clinking.
"We... we have something of yours." Atoc said. In contrast to his sister, there were too many emotions on his face for any individual one to register.
The gold furred llama found her objective, an oblong package, twice the length of Ako's foreleg, tapered at one end, and with a slight bulge at the other end, about two paw's widths from the end. The griffon's eyes widened as her pupils narrowed, 'it... it can't be, that's impossible!'
"What the hay is that?" Hunter babbled, staring at the young adult llama.
Cain grumbled and dragged the unicorn to the back of the group, whispering in low tones. "Those two are llamas, the last survivors from a village that vanished from South Equiniea. We... knew them when they were much younger."
Atoc, with a few false starts, managed to pull his hood down.
"...much younger." the diamond dog frowned.
Stompson nodded, "I guess twelve years is a long time." He chuckled at himself, "Heh, I should have realized."
The technician nodded, "You need to be quiet now, this is not for us."
The unicorn frowned, but nodded.
Hualpa reached into her saddlebags, small objects clinking.
"We... we have something of yours." Atoc said. In contrast to his sister, there were too many emotions on his face for any individual one to register.
The gold furred llama found her objective, an oblong package, twice the length of Ako's foreleg, tapered at one end, and with a slight bulge at the other end, about two paw's widths from the end. The griffon's eyes widened as her pupils narrowed, 'it... it can't be, that's impossible!'
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