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"No harm done," he said as he helped right the woman. "How about you, any harm done? Or do you think you'll survive?" he questioned as he looked her over. She looked perfectly sound. "And where is that?" he asked curiously. Judging by her accent she was a United States Native, not East Coast, maybe the west coast from the way she spoke. There was something interesting about the way people on the West Coast enunciated some words and clipped others, but it was nothing compared to the elongating of words down here in the south.

Leave it to these Americans to find ways to distort the King's English. But technically he was an American now. "Cobblestones are very common in England," he explained. "Of course we don't have big willow trees," he gestured to the offending tree whose roots had pushed up the offending brick. "I mean, we do, but not on the street like this." he added. "You'll get used to it."

"Not technically no," he explained as he walked over and gave the brick a slight tap with his foot. "You see, when trees grow," he gestured to the tree that was growing nearby, a large willow. "The roots will occasionally push up on the bottom of the bricks and make them an uneven step." he explained. "Piper, enchanted," he said as he offered a hand. "I'm Francis," he introduced himself. Sure he could have given a fake name- or hell, even a nickname, but what was the point, people always found out in the end, and a nickname would do nothing but demean him if he was honest. He hated nicknames.

"What brings you to Saintes piper?" he asked, curious and interested about the influx of new people. Sure he was among them, but he also liked to know what brought the others to their new hometown.

Qhuinn froze when it soon became very apparent that the ball had of course chosen to bounce off the ass of a man. Small hands began to shake as she took a deep breath. She couldn’t keep reacting like this every time she saw a man. Especially now that she had given up the shelter and isolation of her family home for life in a small town. She was a nurse, a cafe’ owner. A member of a supernatural community. Not every man was going to hurt her. At least this one seemed nice, or at least understanding.

“Well that sounds like it has a story behind it” Qhuinn laughed a little, the sound still coming out a bit nervous. “Thanks though. Guess I don’t know my own strength” Or rather, she was still getting used to it. “Ah, I’m Qhuinn. And this is Remus. We just got here a few days ago”

Francis noticed the reaction of the woman, shaking hands, a slight sweat response, and a swallow. There it was, someone who had recognized him, someone who had remembered the court case, and what had happened. He wanted to roll his eyes, but then she introduced herself. Interesting, not the usual response he got from people who recognized him.

"Happens to the best of us," he commented, forgoing the introduction. "You two enjoying Saintes so far?" he questioned as the dog ran back up with the ball. He held a hand out for the dog to smell, he liked dogs, they usually were much more interesting than people.

As he crossed a street he waved to the car who stopped for him and when he hopped onto the sidewalk, he couldn't help but catch the person who tripped on an uneven brick in the street. "Oh- careful. Old streets, they don't use cement here," he pointed out. "You need to watch out for uneven stones," he said as he righted the person. "You okay?"

@nolaxwolf “You’re ready for a break huh? I think I am too” Qhuinn stood and stretched, looking down at her Samyoed with a loving smile. She had been unpacking for an undtermined number of hours now and the poor dog was likely about to burst. Lucky her that he hadn’t decided to take out his frustrations on her newly cleaned floors.. She supposed she did owe him an hour or so at the park. “C’mon big man, let’s go for a walk!” Clearly understanding the ‘W’ work, Remus made a beeline for the door, waiting with bright eyes and a wagging tail. Once there she let him do his thing, sipping on an iced coffee she’d bought on the way. Soon Remus bounded to her with that look in his eyes. She’d only had the dog for a few weeks but already they knew each other pretty darn well. “You want your ball? Well you’re gonna have to go get it then!” Qhuinn laughed softly, tossing the tennis ball. Of course her trajectory was off, the ball sailing over the Samoyed’s head, bouncing off the ass of a poor passerby. Shit... “Oh..god. I am so sorry!” She called, face going up in flames. “Would you believe me if I blamed it on the dog?”

Francis had to admit, this town was better than he had expected so far. He had found a farmers market, and always being one to enjoy the best ingredients, he'd picked up plenty of produce for the evening's seating. It was funny, how the people of this little town had seemingly forgiven him for all that... unpleasantness in New York. Maybe it was true what they said, small towns were just better about things like that. Either way.

He made his way through the park, walking towards the restaurant until he felt something collide with his ass and stopped, turning to see what had just bounced off of him. A tennis ball, and a dog racing towards him, along with a very embarrassed looking young woman. "No harm done," the brit assured the young woman. "It's not the worst thing I've had thrown at me, I can assure you," he said as he stooped to pick up the ball and toss it to the fluffy white dog who was waiting for the ball.