[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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Oh poor Ezekiel. All he had to do was politely decline Athanasia's request for comments, but no. he had to patronize, and insult her. That was the sort of behavior for which he could not stand. He simply smiled at Ezekiel, and said , "[color=4286f4]I believe it's Pegasi, Athanasia, though it couldn't hurt for you to run through all the possibilities.[/color]" He said with a smirk. "[color=4286f4]Pegapeople?[/color]" He pondered. He didn't foresee the two of them getting along so well, but he was more than willing to give a second chance, if he apologized for his behavior.

He chuckled a bit, at Athanasia thinking she was too old for a babysitter. He wasn't going to correct her, but to say that he'd take her too seriously would be about as incorrect. He did want to know though, how long they'd be on this chariot. He glanced down at the ground below them, and smiled at the sight. This was something truly amazing. He cleared his throat, saying "[color=4286f4]So, what's our ETA?[/color]" as he took in the view.