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And from the House of Arch enters one small s'Ffalenn.

For the cursed amongst the bar who do not actually know that he's s'Ffalenn, we shall say that from the House of Arch enters on small, dark man with green eyes. Desh-theire will have been certain to drop descriptions as well as names.

Which is not to say that this is a plot-locked post, because it really isn't.

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And right behind him, at least in this continuity, is Bianca.

He doesn't even get a chance to suggest she eat something. Tashka moves toward them with a tray of fruit, crackers, and cheese, two mugs of cider, and a determined expression.

He just starts laughing helplessly.

"...Tashka." She sighs.

"It is not my fault."

Her husband points out, picking up one of her hands and guiding her to a seat politely,

"She is her own rodent, and you know that I have not been here all day."

"I know, I know. But it's just...always!" Still, she's laughing.

He accepts the tray, and with grave formality tips Tashka before offering the selection of food to Bianca,

"Indeed. Even when you are not with me, I should add."

"I know...it's just, Rachel and I were talking about it, last night, so..."

"How is she doing?"

He sobers a little, things have kept him from checking in on Rachel as much as he wants.

"I think she is doing fine, considering all. She was out the in bar, talking. Could laugh and smile."

"Good."

He says it quietly, settling down and brushing Bianca's hair back with one small hand,

"I am glad."

"So am I...she seems like a nice girl."

"She is."

His voice is simple, without any hint of hesitation,

"She is much like s'Ffalenn. Not exactly, but not unlike either. I asked my father to watch for her."

"Ah...wise, I think. He'll have some purpose, then."

"That was the hope, yes."

Twisty little bastard. He waits until she's got her mouth open slightly, then takes fingers and attempts to plop a small raspberry between her lips.

She just opens her mouth further.

If that's the game he wants to play...

Oh, it is. It really is.

He grins, and slips the fruit in.

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