[ Being forcibly taken from home and ending up elsewhere was not exactly what Fakir called 'nice' by any means so it had him not in the best of moods. He'd woken here without his clothes he'd been wearing, and when he DID get them, there'd been the issue of ripping his shirt to make it fit for the wings to say the least.
He was worried about where Duck was or if she was even here, and that motivated Fakir to try and look for her but nothing was proving fruitful which caused both anger and worry to intermix the more he looked.
Nearing the edge of the village, he stopped to look at the journal he'd had with him upon waking up when movement caught his eye. A woman with pinkish-colored hair carrying a VERY distinctive, slumbering girl. One who shouldn't be here, let alone in that form but... it most definitely is her. ]
...Duck?!
[ He quickly ran over to the other woman, annoyance quick on his face but it softens when he takes another look at Duck. She looks unharmed so he suspects if she were to be hurt, it would have happened already. ]
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He was worried about where Duck was or if she was even here, and that motivated Fakir to try and look for her but nothing was proving fruitful which caused both anger and worry to intermix the more he looked.
Nearing the edge of the village, he stopped to look at the journal he'd had with him upon waking up when movement caught his eye. A woman with pinkish-colored hair carrying a VERY distinctive, slumbering girl. One who shouldn't be here, let alone in that form but... it most definitely is her. ]
...Duck?!
[ He quickly ran over to the other woman, annoyance quick on his face but it softens when he takes another look at Duck. She looks unharmed so he suspects if she were to be hurt, it would have happened already. ]
Hey. Is she... alright?