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Anatole Aston · 09-03-2012, 02:26 PM

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hi my name is Mel and I suck sometimes D:

Though Anatole frequented the village, he was not a resident and did not spend enough time within the place to time his arrivals when others were around. He would have done so (and likely avoided them as such) had he the mind to it—these days he was focusing more on the endless patrols and doing what he could to keep busy. Horseback riding was still remarkably difficult and while getting to know faces was becoming easier, he still had difficulty relating to people. Donoma had, in the vague and irritating way she often gave advice, told him this was part of the journey.

He was returning from a successful hunt, the corpse bent over his shoulders so that the deer’s legs hung at his chest. All of these were held taunt in both hands, making the trek easier. If he had still been living as a loner he might have eaten his meal then, but Anatole had been lucky and gorged on a fat and slow ptarmigan long before he had caught the deer. This part of his duty (though he was not a hunter and instead a scout) made him feel more accomplished and put him in high spirits.

These even managed to curve the desire to avoid the pale woman near the fire, but he was too close and recognized one of the children between her legs. Though still a fair distance away, he hailed her with one hand. It was a tentative request, and he certainly did not desire to impose upon her.

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