vacation days are rare. not particularly because he gets none, but rather because he takes none. than again, why would he travel on his own time, when his work offers so man ressources that can be utilized between field - investigations.
today, however, is one of those rare days. it was planned and handed in long ago and klee seems to have counted the days. she was already upon him as early as dawn. breakfast and off they go, albedo was barely able to convince her to put on her jacket to counteract the early morning chill. all this ruckus is followed by a short walk just outside the city walls and a break at the closeby lake. luckily, she only chooses to chase after ducks and herons and not disturb the fish population. after a good long while and a sandwich - albedo packed earlier - to regain some of her energy, they make their way back into the city. they're talking, turned towards eachother, when klee bumps into someone in their path. neither of them had caught sight of the bard before it was too late.
he helps klee up and rests a hand on her hat. ❛ apologies. ❜ a familiar face. a known face. albedo offers a slight bow with his neck. it is not particularly rueful, but rather a response of manners. ❛ she's been a whirlwind all day. ❜ and as if summoned, off she goes again. under the ever watchful eye of albedo, though he stays where he is.
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