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"We will remember" Maxence assured the stag, eyes of an entire ocean crossing the river to meet with the patriarch's eyes of a peachy morning "And when our gardens bloom in abundance the excess will be shared with Dawnish citizens" he then promised in return, as was only fair.
Turning his attention back to the task at hand, soon Maxence was hard at work once again filling his sling with river silt until soon enough it was nearing it's full capacity. Of course it was then that Ipomoea made the suggestion to find King Kasil, and immediately the solterran sovereign recoiled. Please dont, Maxence wished to convey to the kind and merry emissary, though truly his expression would likely be enough to convey his distaste at the prospect of socialising with anyone else -particularly and audience with the king.
"another time" Maxence responded as politely as he possibly could, collecting the straps of the sling under wing.
The other gentleman was still cautious - to the point where Maxence was certain they'd be watched like a hawk until they were far past the border - though still he gave a nod to him as his eyes passed him on thier way to check on Inkheart's progress, though soon his ears were snagged by the welcoming emissary once more who introduced himself as Ipomoea, and then proceeded to ask after his own name.
Recoiling once again, Maxence released his wings from his side and began to lift his body from the riverbed with a number of sweeping beats.
"Commander Maxence of Solterra" he spoke, or rather announced, before he made his departure. His work was done.
TY!!! Maxie poo is outie but if you guys would like ot write a response and close up yourselves pls go ahead
