[ This time, he's ready. Lucciola braces on his heels and lets the other Guilder hug him. He keeps his own hands to himself. He's never been one to return hugs, for a variety of reasons (most of them tying back to Delphine), but he never fights them. There's such a deep comfort that comes along with his friend's affections.
Lucciola just gives him a small nod, not quite catching Dio's words, but accepting them unquestioningly. He is merely thankful that Dio is Dio again. He can ask about how and where he's been and what has happened later. Right now, he will not step beyond his bounds. He'll simply indulge his master. ]
I suppose it is a type of lance. It is not as lightweight or adaptable as the weapons issued in the Guild.
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Lucciola just gives him a small nod, not quite catching Dio's words, but accepting them unquestioningly. He is merely thankful that Dio is Dio again. He can ask about how and where he's been and what has happened later. Right now, he will not step beyond his bounds. He'll simply indulge his master. ]
I suppose it is a type of lance. It is not as lightweight or adaptable as the weapons issued in the Guild.