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The Soothsayer couldn’t help but regard the goose silently as he regained his bearings, giving a pointed glance at the bit of slurring. At the very least, he wasn’t as... emotionally compromised as the last time she found him in a similar state.

“And yet, here we are.” She placed her lantern down on the counter, its glow enveloping the kitchen and the immediate area around it.

“Just refer to me with my title,” she replied dryly. “Really, you’re making a big deal over nothing-- it's just a matter of formality, is all.”

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The tortoise took an immediate step back into the shadows of the alleyway, holding the small satchel close and glowered at the goose. How pathetic! the traitorous part of him hissed, for one of the most feared generals of his time to skulk around like a common vagrant.

“For what, to heckle a homeless man? Go on, I dare you to try something--” Realizing how sharp-- too much like his old self-- that sounded, he immediately deflated and sank into the shadows his own carapace provided.

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“I don’t know.”

It was, perhaps not the answer the goose wanted, but it was the truth. Raising children was an art form, and considering the Soothsayer’s track record it was not one she considered herself to be apt at.

Or at the very least, not apt enough to answer these kinds of questions with genuine confidence.

[ X ] || Accepting

It’s been awhile since he’d just sit down, though as soon as he lifted his feet off the ground, they started aching. 

❝Jeez...❞ Leo thought that he’d be perfectly able to travel without worrying so much, thanks to his constant wanderings and the training he’s been given, but clearly he underestimated what several days of little rest could do. Not that he had anywhere to go right now, at least no destination. He made it to civilization, and that was a good step.

Hopefully he’ll get a sign of what he needs to do!

But it seemed that his thoughts had strayed long enough when he’d hear unhurried steps, making him open his eyes to look up to see someone walking down the street. Opps. Swiftly he’d tuck his legs in before the other could trip on them.

Po watched his dad go through the contents of the box once more. He could’ve sworn that the lantern was there but if it failed to materialize there thrice in a row, it probably wasn’t there. Po scratched his left arm and looked a bit uneasy... and a bit guilty.