((For Silver))

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Kairos is very nice, and he's glad of the place to stay, but after five years of wandering Connor gets restless easily. His nightmares are back, if not as bad as they used to be, so he's restless and tired, which isn't a good combination. Teaching and sparring with Jelani helps occupy his time, though, and so does cooking for Kairos. He still has too much spare time, so he sits on the fringes of the Nexus, and watches, and puts off going home to his own world.

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There's not a lot of warning, just a little scuffle, and a faint whistle of something flying through the air, and then a ball woven of brightly coloured straw is coming his way.

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Connor's reflexes are good, and all he sees is something flying his way, so he tries to both dodge and catch it at the same time. When he sees what's in his hand, he relaxes a little, and looks around.

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Small bare feet skid to a stop in front of him, and a pair of big blue eyes look up through a curtain of tumbled silver curls. It's a little girlchild who looks like she can't be more than three years old, but who somehow feels a lot more permanent.

She also seems to glimmer just a little tiny bit, though she's currently too grimy for that feature to show much.

"I didn't mean for it to hit you," she says, those blue eyes looking up toward his frankly. "Can I have it back?"

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Silver turns the toy in her hands, her expression thoughtful as she studies that drawn on face.

"Blue," she decides. "Because she is."

Though by now the blue of that cloth looks grey.

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"I like blue. My clan tartan has a lot of blue." He's not normally tactful, but he knows when to be. It's as blue as his own eyes, which is only sort of, but that's good enough.

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She looks up, eyes now bright with curiosity. "What does clan mean? And tartan?"

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"Mmmhmm." She nods, her eyes sparkling again. "The people of the Mage Village are nice."

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He looks relieved just to know she's being taken care of, but she really looks to happy and healthy not to be. "Good. Did one of them make Blue for you?"

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"No. But Mr... uh... I forget his name. But he made my ball." She grins a little grin.

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She shrugs absently. "I can make sparkles. But I can't really do anything with them yet because I'm too little. Will you tell me the rhyme?"

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"I didn't know sparkles were supposed to do anything..." He looks sheepish. "Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home, your house is on fire and your children all gone; All except one and that's little Ann, and she has crept under the warming pan." It's a pretty depressing rhyme, now that he thinks of it.

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"I always look like this, because it's too hard to change back. And all I can do is crawl and cry when I'm in my other shape." Her nose is pressed against his shirt, so he won't be able to see how wrinkled it is right now. Silver does not like being unable to run around and find things she needs.

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He watches her, but most of his view right now is just the top of her head. "Clearly you make up for it in this shape. You kick like a pro."

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She purses her lips and nods wisely. "You need more naps. And a kitty to take them with."

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"...Definitely the first one, but I have a better place to sleep now, than I did." He smiles weakly. "But there's a couple of dogs there. Little ones."

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"Maybe." She tries darting in the other direction, replying to his feelings as she does so. "But you don't need to be scared of her. We make sure she gets lots of food, and I told her that people are friends and the best way to get food from them is to be cute."

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He shifts the other way, but not too quickly. He wants to field the ball from flying at anybody else around, but he doesn't want to make her feel too outmatched.

"I still think I prefer the kind of kitty that's a little... smaller." And less tentacley. And without a reputation for killing adventurers.

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"Well you don't look like a nobody to me." She makes a quick direction change and concentrates on dribbling the ball between her feet. "The Organization kind or the kind that doesn't matter."

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"Thanks..." He watches alertly, but he's quietly flattered. "What do I look like?" Apart from a homeless bum, hopefully. He doesn't smell like one, now that he's got regular access to a shower.

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Thankfully, puzzle bread and the stall it's sold at are very ordinary. And the dark-haired woman at the stall appears to be as well. She smiles at them and in exchange for Silver's penny and one of Connor's she gives them a beautiful little tear apart loaf of bread that's full of cinnamon and brown sugar syrup and dried currants.

"Thanks, Mrs. Fangor." Silver grins at the lady, and then looks at Connor expectantly, waiting for him to pick up the wax paper wrapped goodie.

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He'd pay for it entirely himself, if he thought she'd let him, but in lieu of that he'll just try to share it half and half. "Thanks." He gives the lady a slightly bewildered smile, and takes it, and looks for another good couch to sit on. "I don't know if I've ever had puzzle bread before..."

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"Yup," she says, intent on her bread. "Nobody will bother us."

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"Hm. I guess I'm just paranoid." He sighs, but the truth is he knows he's paranoid. There was a time he took pride in that, and maybe he will again someday, but it doesn't seem to have served him as well as he thought it did.

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"Hmmm." Silver settles down with her head on his belly, her bright eyes thoughtful. "Probably playing or eating. I'll share them if you want to see."

-Love hand,- says Miss Jenny as she twists to catch Connor's hand between her front legs and hug it. -Miss Jenny scritch now.-

Your hand's going to get washed how, Connor.

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"That's okay..." He's not even sure he can sleep, but he's content, lying here, and if he closes his eyes he can almost pretend she's Rachel. The cat-bath tickles a little though, and he wrinkles his nose and tries not to laugh.