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How far the train tracks from Dinah’s station actually stretched, the queen of Pique hadn’t any idea. Being subjected to walk them till he couldn’t walk anymore had even led him into one of the many sister countries of Trefle. And from there he’d continued until he couldn’t see where the tracks ended or began. Dinah had made sure Sol wouldn’t be coming back to her station anytime soon. As it would appear, the tracks were twisting together, all willy-nilly. Leading him far astray, he didn’t know where he was being lead at all. Soon they weren’t even leading him anywhere, he’d run out of tracks as it were. How did that happen? It was all very, mystifying. Water had seemed to replace the tracks he’d been walking on, but surely he hadn’t run himself to the run-offs of Regata had he? Sol stood, knee deep in water and freezing and judged his location to be. . . no this wasn’t Regata. He was at Trefle’s capital. Or getting very near it, rather. The figure of a woman, unrecognized in the eyes of Sol, stood before him. Standing just off the river’s edge and then some. She’d apparently had her eyes on him this entire time he’d been making his way down the river, marking him as some idiot who’d stumbled into territory he wasn’t supposed to. That wasn’t the case, but he was certainly an idiot.
“Ah ha ha, excuse me miss! Could I request your help? I seem to be in quite the predicament.”
