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Lene glances around. So, based on the invitation sent to her two days ago, supposedly she was supposed to entertain around here… right? Something about a children party, something merry and light which she is more than willing to take.
Perhaps the pay is modest compared to dancing in a manor or even a bar, but the atmosphere is supposed to be more welcoming. It’s entertaining children, anyway–and she sincerely thinks the small humans are blessed with innocent curiosity unlike one which she finds in adults… well, men.
Children party, children party.
The dancer strolls, quietly approaching the village gate. Safeguard is neatly sheathed at her waist, concealed with wrapped cloth. Her woven satchel is slung over her shoulders, and with the under-wrap she wears, it won’t take long for her to get ready to take the stage in case she arrives late at the intended location.
Perhaps she should have read the map better before she went out…
Red-faced, Lene glances around again. Where to go from here? Which house is it again? No worries, there’s a crowd over there, huh? All she needs to do will just be asking for a birthday child with a party to hold, right?
She is about to approach the crowd, humming impatiently. Professional, professional. Her dancer mother will not be late or see that her pay cut due to carelessness like this. Sigh.
… Hold on. That figure appears to be familiar. At least from behind. After all, she has spent some time following him and his entourage in a noble quest to free Jugdral from oppression. Of course she won’t be mistaken… well, unless that person over there is an impersonator.
“Excuse me…” she wants to approach him. Is he busy? What if she pokes the… wrong person? Inhaling, the dancer stretches her vocal chords.
“SIR SELIPH~!!” she waves back and forth, smiling.
Before his better judgement is able to keep his himself rooted and unmoving in place, his head is already swiveling about to find the source of his shouted name. That sounded like a woman’s voice-- wait, how could someone have known it was him? Unless it was someone he’d--
Then his eyes fall on the waving, green-haired young woman a few yards off. Oh. Leave it to the gods to prevent him from arriving somewhere entirely devoid of people he knew... Ah, but he couldn’t exactly fault her. From what he’d met of Lene, she appeared by all accounts to be a generally good intentioned person -- and how could he expect her to know he was traveling around keeping his status in secret?
Doing an awkward small shuffle way from the crowd in the hopes that more attention isn’t drawn in his direction, Seliph raises a hand in greeting to give her a little wave. “H-Hey Lene,” he whispers, cupping his hand around his mouth conspiratorially as he reaches her side. “Er... what exactly are you doing here?” He hadn’t really known where she’d disappeared off to after the war -- and admittedly, he had been too caught up in his own burgeoning role as ruler of an entire collective of people to find out at the time -- but here was the last place he’d have thought he’d run into her. Was she still traveling and dancing? That was what she’d done before, wasn’t it?














