Still Waters, Quiet Minds
The fountain hummed softly under the glow of late afternoon light. Water spilled in gentle arcs, catching the sun in shimmering gold as it fell into the basin below. The city noise felt distant here—muted, almost respectful of the calm.
Seated at the stone edge was Fox Alistair, posture relaxed, hands resting lightly at his sides. Though his eyes did not see in the traditional sense, his head tilted ever so slightly—listening, mapping the world through sound, breath, and presence.
Beside him, tail flicking lazily, sat Nix.
For a while, neither spoke.
🦊 The One Where Nix Talks About Zooba
Nix kicked her feet lightly against the stone, breaking the silence first.
Nix:
“Heh… you know, I’ve been on a winning streak lately.”
Fox didn’t turn, but there was the faintest shift of attention.
Nix (grinning):
“Oh yeah. In Zoo Battle Arena. I’ve been competing nonstop—dodging, outplaying, stealing wins left and right.”
She puffed up a little, clearly proud.
Nix:
“And honestly? It’s even better when I’m with my crew. Bruce and Buck—those guys are absolute beasts.”
Nix:
“Bruce the Gorilla? Total tank. Buck the Buffalo? Charges through everything. The three of us—we’re like the starters, you know? People see us and already know it’s gonna be trouble.”
Fox let out a quiet, approving hum.
Fox:
“Sounds like you’ve found a rhythm… and people you trust.”
Nix shrugged, but her tail swayed happily.
Nix:
“Yeah… something like that.”
👁️ The One Where Fox Clears the Misconception
A breeze passed through, rustling leaves nearby.
Fox spoke next—calm, measured.
Fox:
“You know… people often misunderstand me too.”
Nix:
“Oh? Because you’re all calm and mysterious?”
Fox gave the faintest hint of a smile.
Fox:
“Because of my name.”
Nix:
“…Wait, yeah. I kinda assumed—”
Fox:
“That I was a Faunus.”
He said it simply. No frustration. Just fact.
Fox:
“I’m human. Entirely.”
The fountain splashed steadily behind them.
Fox:
“People across Remnant hear my name and expect ears, a tail… something visible.”
Fox (softly):
“But what they don’t expect… is this.”
He tapped lightly near his eye.
Nix’s expression softened, her usual grin fading into something quieter.
Nix:
“…But you’re looking right at me.”
Fox:
“I can still perceive the world. Sound, movement, intent… even thoughts.”
Fox:
“I see in my own way. Clearly enough.”
Then smirked again, though gentler this time.
Nix:
“…That’s actually kinda cool.”
🌙 The One Where They Understand Each Other
Silence returned—but it felt different now.
Nix leaned back on her hands.
Nix:
“Guess people don’t really get either of us at first, huh?”
Fox:
“Assumptions are easy.”
Nix:
“Yeah. ‘Annoying fox troublemaker,’ ‘chaotic wildcard’—I’ve heard it all.”
Fox’s voice remained steady.
Fox:
“And yet, there’s always more beneath that.”
The fountain continued its endless rhythm.
Nix hopped down from the edge.
They didn’t say much more.
Nix:
“…Hey. Maybe we’ll run into each other again.”
Fox turned slightly toward her voice.
Nix:
“You too, not-a-fox.”
They walked off in different directions—
One guided by instinct and energy.
The other by quiet awareness.
But both carrying the same thought:
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