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"   i know. but it was still quite funny.   "           ansegar says, as he watched the other man stand up and begin cleaning himself off. a naughtier part of him wanted to knock the other off again with a swift swipe of his leg-- to show that warriors doesn't usually spend this much time grooming themselves in battle, and that they should accept the grime and dirt of it with honor. but he stops himself. perhaps later ...

"   please. that's nothing a little unicorn drought and dragon's blood salve can't cure.   "    he continues. admittedly, he's never met a changeling before. they were rare even in the night's watch. and looking at the other man now, he doubts a little facial scar would hurt his appearance. if anything, it might make him look better. walking back to the rack of weapons, ansegar skipped the swords and the daggers and instead picked up a staff.    "   how about this for me? no blade. no wounds on your pretty face. what about you?   "

"   you didn't have to knock me on my ass to prove your point.   "   although paric's tone is simply teasing. he grabs a hold of the man's hand and lifts himself up with some help. then he brushes his off, in case there are any leaves clinging there. the changeling's appearance means everything to him, so he also puts on a charming smile. that he at least knows how to do. this whole fighting thing, not so much.

“   do you think that wise? i might cut myself and my face is too pretty to be that intimate with a blade.   ”   he snickers softly, wondering if he can find a way to best him. hmm, which weapon?

EXT. MARKETPLACE. DAY           LIKE A CHILD WHO HAS TASTED FREEDOM FOR THE FIRST TIME, THE YOUNG MAN WALKS THROUGH THE BUSTLING CROWD. ON THE STALLS ARE ROASTING MEATS AND ENTICING PRODUCTS. AND IN HIS HAND, A SMALL POUCH OF MONEY GIVEN TO HIM BY THE PACK. HE WAS ABOUT TO APPROACH ONE OF THE STALLS WHEN HE HEARD THE FAMILIAR, INDIGNANT SQUAWK ...

"   gunna! ... no, you terrible girl.   "            ansegar says, as he weaved through the crowd, arms outstretched for his friend to perch on. perhaps it was the sound of the crowd that prevented her from hearing him, because she only faced him when he was already an arm's reach. he clicks his tongue in disappointment as she finally takes her place on his forearm ... quiet now, as if she wasn't just attacking someone a while ago.

ansegar couldn't even make an excuse for her, only letting out an apologetic chuckle ... and an equally apologetic smile.    "   i'm truly sorry about her.   "    he says, stroking the eagle's feathers to let her know he is here. and he is safe.    "   it's rare for me to go out into places like this. she was just being protective ... even if she doesn't need to be.   "

when gunna was finally silent, he puts his full attention to them.    "   anyway, i apologize again for that. are you alright?   "

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