[As Lancer approaches, Achilles rises to his feet, the knees of his blue jeans soaked through with the snow that crusts the ground. Across his countenance cracks a grin for his small victory, marked by the rabbit's straining against his makeshift snare, and his strong grip keeps tightly closed the open end. He tosses an easy greeting to the other man.]
Why, if it not spear-famed Lancer! [Nobody is around to overhear the curious moniker, and so he speaks plainly.] I hope you have fared well.
[Some time has passed since last they truly spoke, and he can trace the long days back to his final duel against Koltira: for this he does not begrudge Lancer, for he understands well how binding is the loyalty one pledges to another. His quarrel with Koltira has moreover been set aside, like ashes laid to rest beneath freshly turned soil made rich by the funeral pyre.
Achilles' expression then turns to mild bemusement as his gaze falls to the box wedged beneath Lancer's arm.]
I did not realize that this was any man's duty, to track and trap these hares. I merely saw them bounding through my yard and in that moment thought of a purpose I might put their kind toward.
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Why, if it not spear-famed Lancer! [Nobody is around to overhear the curious moniker, and so he speaks plainly.] I hope you have fared well.
[Some time has passed since last they truly spoke, and he can trace the long days back to his final duel against Koltira: for this he does not begrudge Lancer, for he understands well how binding is the loyalty one pledges to another. His quarrel with Koltira has moreover been set aside, like ashes laid to rest beneath freshly turned soil made rich by the funeral pyre.
Achilles' expression then turns to mild bemusement as his gaze falls to the box wedged beneath Lancer's arm.]
I did not realize that this was any man's duty, to track and trap these hares. I merely saw them bounding through my yard and in that moment thought of a purpose I might put their kind toward.