ii.

[revolutes]

[ 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. ]

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[Her first step into town was a lesson. Her clothes, her appearance, her being is strange to them in a way that must be difficult to pin. Since then she has learned to change her clothing, to pretend to be one of them, but it is difficult. Namine finishes what she needs as quickly as possible before returning 'home', careful of the time, the paths that she takes. She is always very, very careful.

However being left alone in Castle Oblivion was a form of torture inflicted upon her. With all of her not-heart Namine had loathed that silence, the plan walls, and nothing but the sound of her crayons and pencils against paper. To subject herself to the same treatment in a different setting was just as torturous and so she lingers a while longer for now. The previous unfortunate event is still fresh in her mind and so she bows her head to those men in their uniforms, makes herself as small and unknown as possible. Difficult to do with her hair, but not impossible.

She catches sight of him briefly, and had he been moving Namine would have lost him entirely. Instead he pets an animal, one of those large ones that still intimidates her. She can't help but smile, finds herself moving in his direction before too long.

But the dog. Namine keeps an amount of distance between them, but doesn't hesitate to address Connor soft and respectfully.]

Hello.

[Is she happy? Relieved? Nervous? It's impossible to know. She thinks it must be nice to see him again either way. The only other being she knows in this world. A little less lonely. But her eyes look to the animal and Namine fails to hide her apprehension. It looks peaceful with him, even a bit cute.]

It likes you.