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[oneclearcall]

The evening being particularly fine, Clarion is in the garden, perched on the rim of a fountain and watching the water fall -- being careful, however, not to splash his trousers.

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[fair_hero]

Hero desperately needs guidance, needs someone to offer some sane counsel for the utter madness of recent weeks, and when she sees him in the garden she comes running, her white skirts blowing, and stops only when she's close enough to make a hurried, breathless curtsy. "O, sir!"

[oneclearcall]

"Why, Hero, my dear!" He looks up with a bemused and welcoming smile, climbing to his feet.

[fair_hero]

"Sir Lucian!" She curtsies again and then clings, tucking her face in his shoulder.

[oneclearcall]

His arms go about her at once, one hand on her hair. "Whatever is it?"