Though many beings were passing through the area, two were standing still, unsure of what they were going to do.
One, a gold-scaled Hollowheart, was watching those passing through, the band tied around his horn fluttering in the slight breeze, but otherwise still, the hardened, suspicious, and serious look in his eyes and the gentle pulse of color on his chest the only sign that he wasn't a lifelike statue.
The other one, a Hydrokuhna, was sitting on the Hollowheart's head. He was looking around at the signs that told where each path led, a grin on his face.
"Hey, Gallo," the watery feline said. The Hollowheart's eyes flickered up in a quick glance, giving the Hydrokuhna a signal to continue speaking. "Where do you think we should go? I'd suggest the place with the most chicks, but I don't know what that would be."
"I think," Gallo responded, body unmoving and speech purely in the feline's mind, "that you, Zelos, should just pick somewhere so we can get this trip over with." Few Hollowhearts enjoyed traveling, and Gallo was no exception, with the way the word "trip" was uttered with a sort of acidic sound clinging to it and causing Zelos to nearly break his cool composure and flinch.
"You sure are pleasant to talk to. Fine... we'll ask someone else where a good place to go is. Or is the mighty stoic too good to talk to inferior beings?" Zelos said, moving from his perch on Gallo's head and jumping off to land gently on the ground. He got only a glare from his companion.
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