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[Good evening, explorers! After departing from Cair Paradisa, the path was south at first, but turned west fairly early on. Skirting well south of Eldritch Forest, the travelers had camped near the edge of the Amber Steppe, not quite within sight of the forest that marks the Totem Coast. The grasses are parched brown by the heat, though greener patches mark the presence of water. It's near one of these - a small, bubbling stream leading west that Raine has chosen to follow as it will almost certainly run into the river marked on her map - that the travelers have made their camp.

The carts and wagons are arranged in a defensive circle, though the campers are free to set up their tents outside them as well as inside wher ethe rest of them are. There are small cooking fires scattered around as well as a large bonfire in the center for socializing.

Play music? Sing? Teach those poor non-Earth kids how to make s'mores? Or just sit around and socialize with others.

Or hide in your tent and ignore everyone, if you really want to.]

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[ There's no answering smile. She offers the bowl to refill. ]

Can I have more?

Has it been a long time since the last expedition?

[--welp. she'll refill it, then, and hand it back to her]

Yeah, the last big one was last year sometime.

[Tsuna notices that look. Normally he doesn't approach people he doesn't know, but, well. It helps that she looks to be around his age, maybe even younger.

Not to mention, it's a good distraction from his own thoughts.

So he walks over, speaking gently.]

Hey. Is everything alright?

[Cooking is important missy considering you need to eat]

[He makes no more to stop her, glancing over at her ]

So what's the sky like in your world?

Where did you go?

Libet. It was another castle.

Oh, yeah. The benevolent castle, right?

Ahh, so you heard about it? Yeah. It was supposedly kind to its guests and gave them all kinds of gifts constantly to make them happy.

Mmm... but it fell because even with all the love it got, it wasn't enough to keep it going...

Yeah. Pretty sad, huh?

[No thanks, somehow he thinks he can do without the sight of that]

I was under the impression you thought well of me. [He'll root around in his bag after a moment, and pull out the bowl he brought with him]

[she'll take the bowl and fill it up!]

I can still think well of you if you play dirty.

[hands it back :)]

[He's still paranoid enough, especially out here with creatures and enemy men out here as they so often are, that he places his hand on his sword and pulls the hilt up, just for the tiniest hint of steel as he turns around and glances about him.

After a moment, he relaxes slightly, still his gaze settles on her] Is everything alright?

[He's pretty sure the noise came from your direction. And...While those don't look like native creatures to this place, especially since they don't seem to be attacking her, he's still think it's better of him to be sure]

[He hesitates. It's been a long time since Arthur has thought about wishing he had someone around to taste his food and drink for him, the way he had in his home before it was ever brought to him.

It's been longer since he's thought he needed it]

...Yes, thank you. [It takes another moment before he reaches out for it]

It's a proper sky. We've only one moon. Some days the sky is cloudy and you can't see anything; some days you can see a million stars.

Maester Luwin taught us them. There's twelve houses of heaven and their rulers. The Faith has the seven wanderers too. Then there's the Ice Dragon, the Shadowcat, the Moonmaid and the Sword in the Morning and all the others.

We'd stay up all night in the godswood to see them, Bran and me and Maester Luwin. One time, Maester Luwin had to go for a moment; I can't remember why. Bran climbed the heart tree and I hid in the hot pool in front of it. We scared him so bad when he came back.

[ She smiles at the memory. ]

He asked us if we were proper little lord and lady. We told him we're wolves. He laughed at that. Said we're proper Starks.

Come morning, we stayed in the godswood to sleep. Bran slept in the branches. He could climb anything, Bran could. Even asleep. We slept right through the first summer snows of the year. By the time we were up, almost all of it had melted in the courtyard. Couldn't make a single snowball. [ The face she makes illustrates what she thought of that turnaround. ]

In winter, after the storms, the sky is supposed to be the clearest and most beautiful one you'll ever see. [ She fans her arms open as if encompassing the sky. ] I've not seen a winter yet, but Father says so. [ The slip in verb tense goes unnoticed. ]

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Thank you. I'll bring it back.

[ Without another word, she gets up and disappears behind the wagons. ]

[ ... aaand she's just blinking in confusion as she walks away. did she upset her ...]

Twelve houses of heaven and seven wanderers huh? [He listens to her story intently, laughing lightly at her actions with her brother. It sounds exactly like something she would do. He's not going to bother correcting the slip in the verb tense.] You're very much a wolf, alright.

[At the story of the snow, he simply smiles in amusement- trying not to think of his own associations of snow. He had become very good at it. Instead he thinks of his own memories of the Flanoir sky; the one he kept finding himself looking at whenever they would go there to not focus on the snow that laid on the ground. ]

It's true. In the northern land Flanoir, it's always winter. And if you're lucky enough to catch sight of the sky past the clouds- it's breath-taking.

Really? [He looks genuinely interested] What's it like?

[He gives her an awkward wave]

The one and only. Trust me, I'm as surprised to be here as you are to see me.

I do realise, and it is my fur... first. I didn't come here by choice.

Good to know.

[Ugh. She's got that goofy GALE grin going on again. Still, the Once-ler is the KING OF COOL and manages to pull off a marginally impressive nonchalant shrug] It's nice not to have the ever present threat of being handcuffed to the wagon any more.

No, you really can't. As the accusation itself is an insult of character.

[AND HE'S PERFECT IN EVERY WAY, but he'll take the bowl with a nod of thanks and dig out the spoon he brought with him. He'll...Just avoid other people by eating over here sup]

It's quite good.

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