Snippet #851642

The two continued their walk. The town grew ever nearer. "I'm sorry to hear your misfortune, Kira. But you have to wear no mask around me. You are seemingly kind and gentle, and Pelor favors those whom are like you, over people whom claim his name in battle, like myself. You should be proud to be whom you are. You are different. If you were like everyone else, then what would make you you? You'd be just like them." He would say.

They reached the town's entrance, striding down the road. He was watching his sides through the silts in his helm for movement. But he continued speaking. "Your appearance as a fox is not very astounding to me. Not to be rude, but I hardly have distinguished the two apart before.... I'm sorry to say such a hurtful thing, but it is the truth." He would stop about the middle of town. By now, the moon was high in the sky, and the man's armor glowed the pale blue brighter than ever in his suit of armor. "What do you fancy eating, Kira? It is your choice, as you'll be the one eating." He offered to her to answer.