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Little Cat vs. Big Mouse || Juvion & Ser Bealish

It seemed like the Spring festival had more or less run its course for the citizens of Allisoan. After several weeks of partying, Juvion had yet to see anyone who wasn’t obviously hungover, but the tents were still up, and weary-looking vendors were standing vigil. It was probably livelier during the evenings, too, he figured. Mid-morning was a prime opportunity to nap, which he’d given up to wander through a strange town looking for a silversmith’s shop, the whereabouts of which had been so sketchily described that Juvion wasn’t sure that it still existed.

A cart trundled by, and Juvion scanned the street—nothing of note, a few inns and shops. A door across the street opened, and a petite brunette stepped out cautiously. Juvion squinted. It was extremely unlikely that he’d recognize anyone here, but something… he cocked his head to the side, then even further to the side, then almost so it hit his shoulder—and then, with her image reversed, his suspicion was confirmed. The woman—the Knight—who had helped him out of the fence. Why had she dyed her hair? It had been so cool… eh, she was still hot.

He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with this information. On the one hand, she was a Knight in a Goodlands town, and if she recognized him then she could easily sound an alarm. Or just attack. But on the other, she was acting all sorts of squirrelly, and an inability to let things be had always been one of Juvion’s strongest traits. He decided quickly as the Knight made her way down the street. He’d tail her, for a bit, maybe say hi. It’d make for a much better story, anyway.

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The Kindness of Strangers || Juvion & Bealish

This was... super dumb.

Juvion gazed up through the tree branches of Neas forest, and thought about the nature of time. How it sped up and slowed down, depending on whether you were enjoying yourself. How very, very slowly it passed when you were, oh, for instance, stuck in a fucking barbed wire fence.

He didn’t know how exactly, but at least four separate points of his clothing were trapped by tiny pieces of wire that had hooked into the fibres as he attempted to climb through it. When he pulled one direction, another piece caught. After fifteen minutes he’d decided to just hang there and feel sorry for himself until an answer came to him. This is what you get for going off on your own, jackass. Although he did have to thank his lucky stars that no one he knew was around to witness his complete lack of wilderness skills.

‘UUUUuruRhhgh.’ He thrashed, but apparently being frustrated didn’t magically loosen any part of the posts, wires, or barbs. He could feel his skin beneath his coat and sweater being scratched in a place behind his left elbow, and scowled. This was a good coat. And a good sweater. And a stupid fence. And a stupid mission. And he was stupid for being on it.

He heard movement in the trees, on the side of the fence his head was on. Juvion let his head tilt back, his hair pressing the frozen ground as he watched, upside-down, as someone emerged from the woods. Time to try the diplomatic approach. ’Pardon me, but—could I trouble you for some assistance?’ He gave a charming, upside-down smile, which wavered slightly because the blood was beginning to rush to his head and made him feel rather dizzy.

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