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Fiore Florvedge Yggdmillenia ([personal profile] cheir) wrote in [community profile] pullmeoutalive2019-03-27 05:13 pm
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[personal profile] horsepowered 2019-03-27 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[When the initial pull of a summoning reaches Chiron deep in the Throne, he has to listen twice to the entreaties. This call is not for Chiron, the Heroic Spirit. This call is for a specific Chiron, both Heroic Spirit and adviser. So the Throne chafes at the idea, but Chiron steps forward and is summoned all the same.

There are no oaths to swear, no promise to be sword and shield, no need to reach for the Holy Grail. The request is to simply see him. To let him spend time in the world, and to exist as he was.

Which is all to say that when the smoke of summoning settles, Chiron is there, standing far taller than he did during the Holy Grail War. There is no reason to appear as something other than himself, and so he is a centaur. So he smiles, wide and delighted, knowing that there's only one person who'd be daring this.]

Fiore.
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[personal profile] horsepowered 2019-04-10 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a pleasant enough day spent exploring the sprawling grounds. Chiron is, unsurprisingly, thrilled to have the opportunity to be adrift in nature that is unfamiliar to him, and happier still for a calm, guiding hand through all of it. There's the luxury of having a guide, but there's also the sheer joy of being able to give Fiore far more freedom of movement than she might have otherwise. (She's got so much ahead. She'll do so well.)

The consideration of food happens after several hours more, and Alucard has to set Fiore back into her wheelchair so that they can move into the dining room. (It's probably a no horse allowed place under most circumstances, but this isn't most circumstances.) There's contentment there too, along with Caules' presence for a time, but then the whatever the brunch version of between lunch and dinner is concludes and there is a slightly more somber air.

Paying respects, after all, requires that somberness.

There's no saddle bags available, so a back pack gets used instead. A jar of honey. Water. Wine. And that is all, each packed neatly into the bag. Back into the world, this time with purpose.]

How much further?
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