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With all the time she spent at Camilla’s side or in the skies, Beruka no longer lived in the shadows. Still, old habits died hard, and she slipped into the darkness of the alley as easily as her old, ratty cloak. 

For once, it was not duty that brought her to the underground city. She would never do anything to harm or betray her lieges, but she hadn’t told Camilla anything about her excursion, either. She couldn’t say why she still kept her mother’s grave secret. Perhaps that, too, was an old habit.

Part of her already itched to return to the castle, unable to relax on her day off; anything could be happening her absence. Regardless she was not taking a direct route--a right turn instead of a left behind the inn where a drunk had passed out, a straight path past barrels she could have used as a step onto a roof. It had been too long since her last visit to the slums, and besides, she did not want to make it easy to track her.

showing your feelings in a public place is embarrassing, and furthermore,

Ah, gods damn it all-

Was she really back for more?!

“AUGH- Ya heard wrong!” He says harshly.

He just couldn’t understand it! And frankly didn’t have the patience to find out. L’arachel really must’ve had some of Latona’s o so holy light shinin’ down over her pompous self. He’d rigged every game he played with her but still she beat him out each time.

“Never thought I’d hear myself say it but,” He swipes his finger tips to shoo her away. “I don’t wanna swindle with ya. What can I say, ya got me beat! And I’m smart enough to run when I’m ahead.”

Or behind

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Mitama frowned as she stumbled through the gate. The floor was solid enough to indicate she was indoors without her raising her head. This was a good start. She prayed that somehow she would be able to find the aid she needed.

The scroll tucked in her bag pulsed, the magic from the gate stimulating it somehow. She clucked her tongue impatiently as she shoved it deeper in the bag.

Her first attempt at a scroll had been risky. Too strong, too dangerous. After sealing it away, her father had told her not to attempt creating one again. But years had passed, and she was stronger now than she once was. Surely if she tried now, she could control.

She had been wrong. And with her father missing, she lacked the aid to seal it properly. She dared not put Hoshido at risk after all Lord Ryoma and Saizo had done for her, so she departed. Either to find her father, or find someplace abandoned that she may attempt to seal it like the previous.

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The sun has already started sinking in the sky when Levin reaches the village; prime time for bards like him. Just about now, the inns and taverns would start filling, and, if he was lucky, he’d find some place still in need of an entertainer for the night, perhaps in return for a meal and board.

It’s been a long day on the road. A hard one. If he drifts out of his body for a moment, all caught up in his thoughts and absence of thoughts, would anyone really notice or mind?

So he thinks, just as he walks right into another real live human person.

Ah. Shit.

He scrambles back by a respectful few feet, bouncing on his feet, and, once he’s certain the person he ran into isn’t going to fall smack dab on their ass for it, he gives a swooping bow. “Ah! Sorry ‘bout that, lassie!”