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Marcus (marcus_cole) wrote in mirage_rpg,

Marcus flinched as Tonks stumbled her way to the exit. Apparently resting hadn't calmed her flaring case of clumsiness. It was just the way she was. Interesting that horse-riding made one sore. He wondered where it affected one... oh! Well, he wouldn't pursue that.

"Alright. No horses, then. Yes, we'll walk and see where we end up. Maybe we should just walk in one direction. I wonder what the Planet will do if we attempt to spend a night in the wilderness."

Following her out of the main building, he looked around the yard, trying to decide in which direction to head. Towards the lake, the river, the mountains? The mountains were probably the most promising. He blushed when she asked her question. Luckily, there were two true answers to that, so he could cover one with the other without lying.

"Oh, that was my fighting pike. Here. Let me show you."

He reached into his pocket and drew out the small, grey cylinder. He gave it a quick shake, and it instantly extended into a long, metal pole. He gave it another shake, and it instantly collapsed back into a palm-sized object.