It was a quiet afternoon at the library, with warm sunbeams filtering through some windows, and Icetales took some time for himself while he waited to get information about his new housing.
With a bottle full of minty tea by his side and Keo’Keo standing on the other side like a loyal bodyguard, the real fox did one of the things he could do best — multitasking.
On one pile of notes, he was working on some plans to hunt down the spies — which Keo'Keo seemed to appreciate, all too eager to get to hunting things. On another pile, there was some brief research about some of the important myths and locations in Cibus — including the Worldcore, where Sword was currently trapped. Lastly, in a few small notes, there were some to-do lists, which were about plans with his… most important treasures in that world.
After many minutes of uneventful silence, Keo’Keo stretched his muscles and yawned. His mane sputtered some violet flames.
"So, if what that Shield fellow is true, then the theory that Sir S'more is up for no good has just gained strength. Someone strong against all Regi who can melt in the shadows…" he mused, staring at the small sketch of the Marshadow in one of Icetales' notes. He growled at the figure and pawed at the paper. "Ha! I cannot wait to sink my fangs on that—!"
"There shall be no fang sinking. I must remind thee, oh darkness mine, that our comrades didn’t report any suspicious behavior from Sir S’more that would warrant such barbaric treatment," interrupted Icetales, still staring at his book: How to Hunt: Lessons for Quadrupeds. "So dost not entertain the idea."
"Pah!"
Keo'Keo began pacing back and forth behind Icetales, hissing loudly and his tails swishing. The flames changed color once more and turned purplish red — nervousness.
"I am tired of just... waiting for thee to scribble notes and read!" He stopped pacing and stared at his host. "We must strike first, before they have any chance of striking us!"
Icetales closed his book, both unamused and annoyed. "I understand thy tension, but we must keep our mind fresh and sharp. One misstep, and who knows what those spies could pull off. I wager that they could even take advantage of the confusion to do their dirty business." He glanced at his Shadow. "Rush has never helped anyone."
"Grrr..." Keo'Keo looked away, before staring warily at some books and swiveling his ears. Did he detect something? "…Art thou sure we are truly alone?"
Icetales swiveled his own ears, taking his time to listen carefully, before quietly dismissing the notion and looking at some of his notes. Surely his inner self was just being paranoiac…
