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Jester was just another deep blue sea for him to get lost in.

She is the first thing that's made him feel anything since he picked up that damn sword. Maybe that wasn't true. When the falchion spoke to him, he was petrified at first, but soon all he would do is serve it. The power it gave him was immense, but felt like almost nothing in the shadow of this little blue lady. He followed her, watching her back, her tail flicking back and forth whimsically. Fjord had never met a Tiefling nearly as optimistic as Jester. Her spirit was infectious to everyone they had met, even himself at times. Her smile and her laugh warmed him to his core. Sometimes he could almost feel a stinging at his back where his blade was set when he spoke to her. It felt almost like a pang of jealous anxiety that he recognized his own. But now, as she strolled into this muddy town, babbling excited to their lackadaisical new companion who walked as lazily as she spoke, he caught himself staring. The way she tucked a lock of short sapphire hair behind her ear while she spoke, her other hand motioning excitedly were almost intoxicating. But the alien insecurity that seared itself into his back forced him to look away, the only thing that could draw his eyes away. Everyone that looked at Jester smiled, like she was a rainbow after a long storm.