Astrid blinked and pointed with her paw. “It’s that way, I think. I saw a sign back—”
[…]
“—there. I… think.”
Icetales stared blankly at the other Vulpix, resisting the urge of huffing his annoyance. So, even the vixen was as lost as he was, huh. Well, wasn’t that a splendid news!
So, the sensitive option was to contact Diyem telepathically so that he could ask to one of their comrades to send backup. Perhaps Mable herself could fetch them with one of her portals?
…
Right. Mable…
…
…On second thought, there wasn’t really any rush in being “rescued”, was there? They were fine, there weren’t threats or daemons around (yet), and the day was fresh. They could have afforded to stay “lost” for a little longer, no?
“Let’s keep walking this way. I wanna find some good shops and scope out what kind of supplies they have here. Oh! And the food. Can’t wait to taste the food.”
Icetales grinned. “Now we’re speaking the same language! I’ve been desirous of tasting some local specialties as well, so we could… see where thy path leads, no? As an old saying goes, ‘All roads take to Borealis’.”
He puffed up his chest with confidence. “So, let us go, Miss Astrid, and behold with our own eyes where the stars shall take us.”
Without second ado, Icetales strode down the path, making sure that the other Vulpix was walking by his side. He exhaled a soft gust from his mouth, reveling on the self-made breeze while checking out the various houses.
That location made him feel almost… like at home. High society was something he had known since his kit days, and it was lovely to feel in a more familiar setting. Though, he wondered if his comrade felt the same way.
Well, it was time to start a conversation!
“So! Miss Astrid, I have this query for thee,” he started, glancing at her. “How art thee feeling about this heroic business and our comrades? I admit there is still so much I do not know about plenty of them, and I would like to hear thy opinion and thoughts about our cortège. If thou dost not mind sharing, of course.”