[LM9] - Star-Crossed

[Phroth Lissken]

His gaze met hers. Held to her attention for as long as possible. "I feel it's what I could show you, if you could only let go. We're walking paths that will lead us against each other." Arms crossed over his chest, his posture relaxed. "Would you... want a ride back to someplace neutral, before parting ways?"

[Allura]

"No, I think I will walk the badlands for a time. Put to test the truth I understand better than any other," she says, a mournful sigh as she collects what remains of her things from his bike and affixes them to her person. Given a minute she steps away from his bike and starts to walk off. Fifteen steps is all she goes until she turns around, looking to Phroth, "Ah.. you asked me before if this was me toying with my prey?" she waits for the recognition.

Digging back into her satchel she pulls a very familiar weapon and throws it five feet out, between them. As it rolls in the dust she looks to him, "Next we meet Phroth. You best take care not to lose it," she says, and then turns and walks away.

[Phroth Lissken]

He stepped peacefully to reclaim the hilt. "Then till next time, Allura." He took it up, and replaced it onto his back. The Karkarodon thought to take a step to her, but he chose not to. No dwelling on what could be.

A moment, like she said, gone, with others taking its place. "It will be with as much dedication as this one was." His voice trailed off, before making his way to his bike.

No matter how things happened, he could never forget her.