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Who: Noric and Xavier
Where: ramshackle rustic house near the Lacerta border of Lepus
When: Year 185, late spring (and onwards)
What: married life

[In the kitchen, Noric shouts through the door into the next room.]

Xavier, either you move this pile of books from where they are, or they will tragically find themselves knocked into the fire.

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It's not as festive as the others, but you would be able to attend the bonfires, at least. The Renewal is a bigger occasion.

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All right then. I'll come.

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[bland]

Oh, good. I could use an assistant.

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I'm the best there is.

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You're not bringing any books with you. Fair warning.

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... Not even one?

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Xavier, you'll be doing a lot of climbing, and flying. Books will only be a nuisance to carry through Orion's jungle.

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One book wouldn't be that bad.

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[shrugs]

It's on your head, then.

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[brightens up]

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[sigh]

Just keep in mind the kind of environment we're heading into when you pick it.

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I'll be fine.

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[wondering how 'fine' he'll be the first time he has to use a glider, honestly.]

Mm. I'm sure.

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Well, that's all I wanted to know.

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All right. Good night then, Xavier.

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Good night, Noric.

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[shuts the door again]

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[whelp, time for bed]