[ Alas, no hands are held this day. Nina's touch to his arm sparks a smile in return, all for her. Matthias slips into place behind her, as close as a shadow. Trassel can be seen in the crowd, his white fur a beacon. People are getting used to him, but thankfully nobody approaches him, and no children try to play. He's still a wild animal. (And a stubborn one.) ]
Is that so? Then we'll have to see.
[ Mights and maybes usually lead to something, even if that's not the original destination. They have looked at each other across campfires and the width of huts. Looking, waiting, and the moment will come. ]
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Is that so? Then we'll have to see.
[ Mights and maybes usually lead to something, even if that's not the original destination. They have looked at each other across campfires and the width of huts. Looking, waiting, and the moment will come. ]