Perhaps the Apprentice has told the Master all he needed to hear..?
The crash of waves on the shore initially drowns out his approach. Not that he is hiding it, not exactly, simply minding his footing as armored boots deal with the drag of sand below. Grey gaze flickers towards his student briefly, trying to make note of any changes made during a month's absence - is he thinner? Was he hurt? - before shifting to the waters ahead of them.
Gold-edged boots do not come to a stop until Eraqus stands at Terra's side.
He does not look down, doing his best not to assume a hovering or looming position, and settles instead for staring ahead; features are schooled in a thoughtful frown. Then, quietly; ]
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Perhaps the Apprentice has told the Master all he needed to hear..?
The crash of waves on the shore initially drowns out his approach. Not that he is hiding it, not exactly, simply minding his footing as armored boots deal with the drag of sand below. Grey gaze flickers towards his student briefly, trying to make note of any changes made during a month's absence - is he thinner? Was he hurt? - before shifting to the waters ahead of them.
Gold-edged boots do not come to a stop until Eraqus stands at Terra's side.
He does not look down, doing his best not to assume a hovering or looming position, and settles instead for staring ahead; features are schooled in a thoughtful frown. Then, quietly; ]
So what will you do with them?