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[ around the streets of boston, connor wanders-- hood up and alert ( always alert ), bow fastened against his back by the line across his chest, bobbing occasionally from side to side. he had to run a few errands at the time for not only the old man, but for himself ( shopping for weapons, goods, scouting for information, seeing a few people and the like. ) the bustling streets were of no news to him, children laughing-- the occasional remark there, a group chatting it up there . . . and those who were simply doing what he was doing. running errands. would he, by chance, run into someone today? he ran into a few people daily-- those he recruited to the homestead, for example.
he was told not to be a stranger-- and he never really was.
a dog-- eager and large barks as connor passes, beginning to follow with padding tacks of claws against stone ground. the man always felt a strong calmness from the creatures around him. nature, in general. the loyalty a dog offers, and the simple happiness received from just a little well meant attention was admirable, as was the natural milk and meat cows livestock offered, the eggs ( and meat ) that chicken gave-- even the wild deer, a wolf pack, all of them-- predator or prey, they were familiar, and familiarity brought a sort of comfort.
at this moment, connor takes from the middle of the street to the side, closer to shops and out of the way of other passerbys ( in turn, the persistent pup follows ). eager wags of the animal's tail follows as it sits, connor extending his arm and petting the dog. a few moments wouldn't hurt. ]
he was told not to be a stranger-- and he never really was.
a dog-- eager and large barks as connor passes, beginning to follow with padding tacks of claws against stone ground. the man always felt a strong calmness from the creatures around him. nature, in general. the loyalty a dog offers, and the simple happiness received from just a little well meant attention was admirable, as was the natural milk and meat cows livestock offered, the eggs ( and meat ) that chicken gave-- even the wild deer, a wolf pack, all of them-- predator or prey, they were familiar, and familiarity brought a sort of comfort.
at this moment, connor takes from the middle of the street to the side, closer to shops and out of the way of other passerbys ( in turn, the persistent pup follows ). eager wags of the animal's tail follows as it sits, connor extending his arm and petting the dog. a few moments wouldn't hurt. ]
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Are you sure?
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So Namine must think for an extra handful of seconds before the solution occurs to her.]
I will return the favor, somehow. [She has learned to sew and cook, and while he may not need either service, Namine will not allow herself to be useless. That does not seem to be the way of this world, something that she loves about it, despite the problems.] On that condition, I'm very grateful for the help.