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Who: Arietta, Original!Ion, and maybe Allen
What: Arietta finding Ion
When: After Sheena leaves to meet up with some people.
Where: Around the housing area
Summary: Arietta is still sick and was waiting for the moment Sheena left. Left alone, she goes out to look for Ion.
Rating: PG
Good she was gone. Finally gone. Sheena had been watching over Arietta considering the young girl was sick. But she left. She was gone. And Arietta found this time as a great one to go look for Ion. But now Allen knew that she would be walking around sick and offered to help. She refused it, but she wasn't going go to around looking for Allen to meet up with and then meet up with Ion. There was no time for that. To her, her job, title, everything was on the line.

She belonged to Ion and she rightfully had to return to him.

The girl stepped out of the house that belonged to Sheena and Arietta would start her search. She wasn't sure how she was going to find Ion or even where to start, but she would do it. She would ignore the fact that she was sick and probably running a fever. She would ignore the fact that she couldn't exactly see straight. Those things weren't important. Ion was important he came first.

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Working with Arietta for a fraction of his known life gave him extrasensory abilities regarding the girl it seemed. For some reason, amidst his recitals of Yulia's daily scores and reorganizing his house, a nagging sort of feeling wouldn't stop irritating him. It had been that way for some time now, ever since he spoke to the girl named Sheena (oh, he hoped that was her name!) regarding his former attendant.

"Lady Yulia did say following one's heart is important," he mumbled, his voice carrying its usual dark and enigmatic tone as he sighed and twisted his door knob before giving the heavy woodwork a shove.

His small feet trampled thoughtlessly over the path of flowers paving his porch. Ion's dark eyes grazed slowly over the infested area with mild interest. Right now, something told him Arietta was distressed at the very least, and that possessive thought lingered in the back of his mind as he set onward down the path of beaten and vibrant flowers.