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Post by Digu on Feb 3, 2017 21:34:15 GMT
So a princess and a street performer were her company today. She'd been in stranger situations, but not often enough to become fully desensitized. To her credit, she managed not to scramble to her hooves, but Digu couldn't help the immediate and reactionary transition from casual to formal. It was as some of the older lancers said from her time in the Therien military: You could take the centaur out of the lancers, but you couldn't take the lancer out of the centaur. "A pleasure to meet you, ma'am," Digu stated with a polite bow of her head. She was mildly self conscious that she only wore a linen shirt in such a situation, but consoled herself that her equipment, sword, and shield were pristine as usual. Despite that, she chided herself for immediately finding that as a concern. This wasn't a formal event, it was a casual meeting. A new voice caught her attention as a newcomer addressed them. He was tall and broad and definitely not a local from his bearing and garb. A foreigner, she figured, and from the direction he'd come from a freshly arrived one to boot. Digu hadn't exactly sailed the seas much, if at all, so the ship's lines and shape were unfamiliar to her, but the colors and the banner she could make out told her all she needed to know. They didn't go inland much, but the banners of Aerlion were known along the coasts and she'd been in enough ports to pick out the sea-king's colors. "Compared to travel rations, its a feast, if that's what you're asking," the centaur remarked wryly. She wasn't familiar with sea rations, but she knew they couldn't be much different from travel rations the world over. Mirielle Merlon Anton Severin Prince Ineirin
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