"It seems you'll be traveling to the peak of Mount Coronet." She points up towards it once they're both outside. "So you're going to need the help of the Lady Sneasler. Heed this song..."
She pulls out her flute and plays the song to summon Sneasler. A short time later, Sneasler comes over, snow crunching under her feet, a basket on her back.
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[ freezing.
He shakes himself a bit, pulling out the flute. ]
--What am I to do with this?
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She looks up at it, and then suddenly bows her head, touching her chest, wide-eyed.
"What? ...I see. You have an invitation from the gods... If you're on that important of a mission, of course it's our duty to lend our assistance."
She stands up and walks outside, unconcerned with the freezing temperatures.
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Hmph, yes, well--naturally. Lead the--oh, you already are.
[ oh... back into the cold... fine. He follows with a faint sigh. ]
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She pulls out her flute and plays the song to summon Sneasler. A short time later, Sneasler comes over, snow crunching under her feet, a basket on her back.
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[ !! Recognition! ]
It's you. Ingo's... companion.
[ friend? Ward??? She felt like many things in that brief glimpse of memory. ]
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"She'll be able to carry you almost to the top."
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[ .... ..... ... of course. it may as well be this way. Thank god nobody from Pasio is here to see him like this.
He sighs, but otherwise clambers into it without complaint. ]
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She sets the basket back on Sneasler's back, and then Sneasler straightens up. Prepare for a weird and bumpy ride up near the top of Mount Coronet...