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[soundsinthenait]

[There is a white-haired kid wandering around in an aimless manner. He goes from landmark to landmark before getting distracted by the next thing that catches his eye and goes trotting off in new direction. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he'd never seen a wheat field before. Or a barn. Or a log cabin. Or almost anything in camp. Once in

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[runstowardsfire]

*sees this from her broom and flies a little lower*

[soundsinthenait]

Yeah, they need help too sometimes.

[runstowardsfire]

Everyone does--someone told me that.

[soundsinthenait]

Your friend?

[runstowardsfire]

Sort of . . .

[soundsinthenait]

Sort of your friend?

[runstowardsfire]

Closer than a friend at the moment.

[soundsinthenait]

Like a brother, maybe?

[runstowardsfire]

No--he's not my brother.

[soundsinthenait]

Oh...?

[runstowardsfire]

He's not my brother, but I like him.