05-20-2018, 09:17 PM
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Bastille was aware of his plan, so he didn't look any more interested than he had when originally joining them. Sure, he thought the tradition was cool, and was willing to play along in finding his shard -- but he couldn't claim to be shocked, nor was he the type to fake it. Was anyone even monitoring his reactions, anyway? Nope. After watching a few others crowd into the pool, he waded after them, letting his paws shift slowly through the sand below. He wondered if he should be feel some particular draw, but dismissed that thought; they were meteorites, sure, but they weren't magic or aura-bound.
After a few minutes, he brushed something smooth. The general scooped it up, confirmed that it was meteorite and not some other gem, and headed after Suite with it. He settled beside her with a brief yawn, and added, "Same here."
After a few minutes, he brushed something smooth. The general scooped it up, confirmed that it was meteorite and not some other gem, and headed after Suite with it. He settled beside her with a brief yawn, and added, "Same here."
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