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[runningintotime]

Who: A new arrival
When: Day 143, late morning
Where: the fourth floor windows just beyond the shrines
What: watching it rain

[A young woman in red is staring out the windows at the rain with a bemused smile, her right eye covered by strips of reddish cloth. She's carrying a metal staff and has a small foxhawk riding on her shoulder.]


Well, they could have at least greeted me with more pleasant weather, don't you think?

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[runningintotime]

[following him, holding out an arm for the foxhawk to land as she does]

Thanks. Do they have anything good here?

[followthewind]

[reaches over to pet the foxhawk as it lands, gently. She may notice his arms are . . . pretty scarred up]

It's free?

[runningintotime]

That's a promising start.

[it leans into the pets]

[followthewind]

[scritchessss]

Mm. There's some people who'll even cook for ya, if you catch 'em when they're doin' it.

[runningintotime]

I'll remember that, though I don't mind cooking for us sometimes either.

[followthewind]

I missed your cooking . . .

[runningintotime]

I can fix that then.

[followthewind]

I'm lookin' forward to it.

. . . ah . . .

I don't have a place to stay, though. Really. Kinda . . . we'll have to find ya a place.

[runningintotime]

Do I need a place?

[followthewind]

[shrugs]

I sleep up there. [nods to the rafters]

[runningintotime]

[loooooks at him]

Why?

[followthewind]

[awk]

The rooms're too small for me . . .

[runningintotime]

Are they closets?

[followthewind]

Nah, they're pretty decent for someone who ain't me.

[runningintotime]

[worried frown]

[followthewind]

[rubs at his face a little, tone wry]

Long story.

[runningintotime]

It seems as though you have several of those. Thankfully I intend to be here for a good long while, and we'll have time to talk.

[followthewind]

. . . lot happened after the city was sealed.

[runningintotime]

[looks at his arms]

... You haven't been saying much, but it was bad wasn't it?

[followthewind]

[. . . rolls down his sleeves]

Worse'n bad. I got off easy compared t' some.

[runningintotime]

[bites her lip and looks away for a moment, before catching his hand with hers and squeezing gently]

We can talk about it later.

[followthewind]

[. . . squeezes back]

In better news . . . you'll never guess who's here.

[runningintotime]

More friends?

[followthewind]

Some annoyin' jerk who blows a lot'a hot air'n we're both familiar with.

[runningintotime]

The -- [wait. what. surely not.] I... but how?