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the sound of strangers upon the borders puts the heir in a sour mood - memories of the last time painfully fresh in his mind. but these are not invaders, not attackers - they are simply a group, headed by his niece. the sight of tove, as always, gives him pause - a literal hitch in his step, a moment where the facade breaks. he goes from prowling guard dog to something much softer, something much weaker, before he gathers himself and continues forward - putting more effort in each sturdy step. shoulders raise, eyes scanning the group she brings with her, and he comes to stop alongside marie - the princess of novana. "tove," he says in way of a hello, sparing a brief glance for the other two men, before looking back towards the black-pelted lioness. "what brings you here?" and with - these men? he squints, slightly, at the two of them, unfamiliar as the sun is bright, and obviously immediately suspicious of any men hanging around his tove. it's those uncle feelings coming out to place, of course.""

It's very much the middle of the night, near early morning when Atticus arrives at the Watering Hole -- wondering if this place was like how he remembered. It was strange to think that he was already beginning to think of times in his life as with Ilirhaeya and then after Ilirhaeya. A rumbling mixture of a sigh and a grunt escape the merle titan's nose as he lurches and launches himself on top of a boulder near the Watering Hole. The moon's reflection on the water was irritating to the eyes, Atticus disliking anything too bright or too fast, anything that hurt his very tender brain. He shouldn't be thinking about her because that does nothing but make him more miserable -- but he simply can't help himself being the big idiot that he was.

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She'd told him to be ready and now Ira Salem was coming to make sure that Tamlen would get some battle training under his belt. She runs along the Casinira border for a little while, attempting to confirm that the spotted boy was indeed, living in the Plateau. She sees no reason why he would have moved on since their first encounter. Finally, the grey girl pauses by a particular spot on the border, beady pink eyes narrowed and staring intently into the pride, though not crossing the border lest she wished to be set on by an angry pride. There, she releases a small chuff, calling for Tamlen. It was early morning -- the sun was yet to rise and the air was still cold and crisp, biting in some ways. There, she waits, standing on all fours as her patience begins to trickle away. She'd told him to be ready and now Ira Salem was coming to make sure that Tamlen would get some battle training under his belt. She runs along the Casinira border for a little while, attempting to confirm that the spotted boy was indeed, living in the Plateau. She sees no reason why he would have moved on since their first encounter. Finally, the grey girl pauses by a particular spot on the border, beady pink eyes narrowed and staring intently into the pride, though not crossing the border lest she wished to be set on by an angry pride. There, she releases a small chuff, calling for Tamlen. "Hey fiddle diddle." It was early morning -- the sun was yet to rise and the air was still cold and crisp, biting in some ways. There, she waits, standing on all fours as her patience begins to trickle away. She'd told him to be ready and now Ira Salem was coming to make sure that Tamlen would get some battle training under his belt. She runs along the Casinira border for a little while, attempting to confirm that the spotted boy was indeed, living in the Plateau. She sees no reason why he would have moved on since their first encounter. Finally, the grey girl pauses by a particular spot on the border, beady pink eyes narrowed and staring intently into the pride, though not crossing the border lest she wished to be set on by an angry pride. There, she releases a small chuff, calling for Tamlen. It was early morning -- the sun was yet to rise and the air was still cold and crisp, biting in some ways. There, she waits, standing on all fours as her patience begins to trickle away.

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the sound of strangers upon the borders puts the heir in a sour mood - memories of the last time painfully fresh in his mind. but these are not invaders, not attackers - they are simply a group, headed by his niece. the sight of tove, as always, gives him pause - a literal hitch in his step, a moment where the facade breaks. he goes from prowling guard dog to something much softer, something much weaker, before he gathers himself and continues forward - putting more effort in each sturdy step. shoulders raise, eyes scanning the group she brings with her, and he comes to stop alongside marie - the princess of novana. "tove," he says in way of a hello, sparing a brief glance for the other two men, before looking back towards the black-pelted lioness. "what brings you here?" and with - these men? he squints, slightly, at the two of them, unfamiliar as the sun is bright, and obviously immediately suspicious of any men hanging around his tove. it's those uncle feelings coming out to place, of course.""

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the sound of strangers upon the borders puts the heir in a sour mood - memories of the last time painfully fresh in his mind. but these are not invaders, not attackers - they are simply a group, headed by his niece. the sight of tove, as always, gives him pause - a literal hitch in his step, a moment where the facade breaks. he goes from prowling guard dog to something much softer, something much weaker, before he gathers himself and continues forward - putting more effort in each sturdy step. shoulders raise, eyes scanning the group she brings with her, and he comes to stop alongside marie - the princess of novana. "tove," he says in way of a hello, sparing a brief glance for the other two men, before looking back towards the black-pelted lioness. "what brings you here?" and with - these men? he squints, slightly, at the two of them, unfamiliar as the sun is bright, and obviously immediately suspicious of any men hanging around his tove. it's those uncle feelings coming out to place, of course.""