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Hang on, Stocke! I'll save you!

[Pause. This isn't...]

Gafka? Eruca? Where--where did everyone go? Answer me! Please? This isn't funny! Don't hide from me! Anyone? Raynie?

[...She whirls around.]

Stocke, where are you? You promised you wouldn't go away! Come back, Stocke, please! I don't want Eruca to take you away. I-I have to save you! Th-that bad man will take you away if I'm not there!

[Whomeever this Stocke is, he's not answering. It seems she's all alone in this empty hallway. She's starting to cry.]

STOOOOCKE!

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[Crying girliemon? Well that gets his attention.]

Girliemon calm down. It gonna be alright.

[He's trying to sound as reassuring as possible.]

[...Kevas, she's too distraught to read unfortunately. She just hears a strange voice talking to her. So she's talking back!]

Where is Stocke? Where is he?

[Time to switch gears then.]

Girliemon it gonna be alright. Can joo tell me where joo be? I wanna help.

[He doesn't wait for a response before he's out of his cell and looking for her. How hard can it be to find a crying girliemon.]

[she doesn't answer. But since Kevas is out looking for her, he's likely to find a room with the door open slightly and a sobbing little girl sitting by the door.]

[A sobbing girl with horns is a pretty easy thing to find. He moves towards her slowly. The last thing he wants to do is frighten her more.]

Hey dere girliemon, I be here to help alright? Everytin' gonna be okay.

[He kneels down in the hall and gives her a friendly smile.]

[Oh! It's the familiar voice. She turns to look through the open door and oh Kevas! She doesn't seem to give it a second thought as she launches herself at him.]

I can't find Stocke!

[Okay he's not expecting that but he still catches her in his arms.]

Stocke? Dis be joor friend?

[She curls her arms around his neck and nods.]

Yes. He needs me. Hugo is doing something bad and I have to save him.

[She's saying this like you're supposed to know what she's talking about.]

[Wonderful. How is he supposed to explain to a little girl that her friends don't exist anymore?]

Not sure if he be here girliemon, but I can help jah look fuh him.

[That last part is added on hastily to keep her from crying more.]

[That's...really comforting to hear. Aht steps back from Kevas, and wipes her eyes.]

Promise?

[Kevas smiles and pets the top of her head.]

Course I do. I'll help jah until we find all joor friends.

[Although he gets a sinking feeling in his stomach that they won't find them for awhile.]

[She's pleased enough to offer Kevas a nice bright smile.]

Thank you!

[Stocke's the most important, though, Kevas. Okay?]

My name's Aht.

[Well that solved that. Hopefully he can keep her smiling until her friends show up.]

And I be Kevas. It be a pleasuh to meetcha.

[Well now that she's probably going to be joined to your hip, Kevas, keeping Aht smiling won't be such an incredible feat.

She bounces happily.]

Nice to meet you too, Kevas.

[Oh if he only knew.

Kevas stands and continues to grin at her. For once he's met a kid who actually acts like a kid and doesn't have a horrible attitude.]

Joo haven't read da note in joor journal have joo?

[He really hopes not.]

[It's better that he doesn't.]

No.

[She shakes her head.]

What's it say?

Don'tchu worry none 'bout dat. It ain't be anytin' joo be needin' to read.

[Eventually she'll need to be told, but for now she can go without knowing her world is gone. This place will be hard enough on her.]

[Yeah let's save breaking her until later. She rocks back and forth a bit on her hooves then grins up at Kevas.]

Can we go eat?

[Kevas can't help but chuckle. Well she's easily distracted.]

Course we can. Joo can have anytin' from da kitchen. Come on.

[He offers her his hand.]

[Just a little.

She takes Kevas's hand and he has gained +1 ~~stalker~~ ~~leech~~ adorable satyros.]

Where are you from, Kevas?

[Just what he always wanted!

Kevas begins to lead her through the barracks and to the kitchen while he thinks about how to answer her question without sounding insane.]

I be a traveluh. Used to live in dis big place called Azuhrot'. It was alright dere, but den sometin' came and messed da whole place up. Ended up in a place called da Golden Shore aftah dat. Didn't like it so much but dere was mons dere dat I loved. Den some mon took me here and here be where I been since.

Ohhh. I travel too!

[Aht fishes out her flute with her free hand and waves it at Kevas.]

My Uncle Vanoss has a troupe. I play too.

[That...that just warms his heart and his smile widens to match.]

Joo know someone very important to me used to play da flute. Maybe I can listen to joo play sometime.

[His daughter loved to play the flute in her spare time when she was alive, and Kevas loved to listen.]

[Of course she'll play for you, Kevas. She'll play every song she knows.]

Okay! I can dance too! And do magic.

[And he'll be more than happy to listen to every last one of them.]

Really? Joo just be full of suhprises ain't jah? Can do a bit of everytin'.

[Once they're out of the barracks Kevas leads her toward the great keep so she can finally get some food.]

Yep! Uncle Vanoss says we gotta be entertaining so Granorg won't throw us out.

Well I be doubtin' a talented girliemon like joo would be havin' any problem wid dat.

[Once inside the great keep Kevas takes her into the kitchen and lets go of her hand.]

Here joo go. Joo can have anytin' joo be wantin'.

[!!!! Aht's mun has no idea what Beastkind eat, so she's gonna pick something universal like apples or something.

And after taking a few bites, she gets up to offer him an apple too.]

Thank you!

[Perhaps they eat tin cans?

Kevas takes the apple and tips his hat politely.]

Joo be very welcome girliemon. Anytime joo be needin' some help just ask me alright?

[Aht beams. You're so cool Kevas. Not as cool as Stocke. But you're close! And nobody's as cool as Stocke.]

Okay! I will.

[...You're not going away already are you?]

Good. Dis be a pretty crazy place so we gotta togedah.

[Well he can't with her flashing him those big puppy eyes. Instead he takes a seat and starts munching on his apple.]

[Now, Tumnus isn't particularly having the time of his life here at the Keep. Actually, he's been keeping fairly to himself since finding out he'd been sucked into this place and from his own homeworld.

Harder still was taking in that letter from the lord of this place.

So, he's kept mostly to his own room and has been coming out mostly for food and that's about it. Still, as much as he'd like to, he knows he can't just stay in there forever and that doing so won't change anything.

Acclimation, although he'd prefer to deny all of this, seems the best option.

He'd been examining the barracks kitchen facilities and was just coming back from there when he heard the crying. Cue the good faun doing what the good faun does.]

Hello?

[When he actually sees Aht, however, he has a moment of pause where his eyes widen just a bit.]

Oh my! Child, are you alright?

[He clips forward, his own hooves clicking against the stone of the floor.]

[!!! She hears the clicking hooves and looks up.]

Uncle Vanoss?!

[...No, not Uncle Vanoss. Still he looks like one of her kind.]

W-where are we?

[Tumnus makes his way over to the young faun, shaking his head at her sniffled question.]

No, child, not your uncle, I am quite afraid. My name is Tumnus.

[He looks her over, and apart from her rather brilliantly coloured hair, he might have thought her from his own home. He reaches out a hand and gently brushes a tear from her cheek.]

Now, now .. none of that, hmm? We are at a place known as Holloway's Keep .. [She's a bit shorter than he, but not terribly. He was rather on the short side for a faun. Still, he squats down so he is in a half kneeling position, one hoofed leg bracing and balancing him against the ground.]

Where are you from, child?

[He's nice. She likes him.]

What's a Holloway's Keep?

[There's nothing like that back home and she's been all over.]

Celestia.

[His smile is a soft one.]

It's a place a lot of people have been brought to in order keep us all safe.

[Just as he thought, he's never heard of her home land.]

You're from a place called Celestia and I'm from a place called Narnia. There's people here from many different places, though..

[So...]

You're not a satyros?

[Tumnus smiles.]

Well, I am a faun, or a satyr if you'd prefer .. I believe they are of a kind with your own satyros.

[At the very least they looked pretty darned similar, save for her rather splendid horns at such a young age.]

[Faun. She's never heard that one before! She looks like she's processing this, as she stands.]

My name is Aht.

[He leans back to give her proper room as she regains her feet, moving to rise a moment later. There is something adorable about a pair of clip-clop nooves on the floor! ♥ ]

Hello, Aht. My name is Tumnus .. It is a pleasure to make you aquaintance.

Now then, let's have a proper look at you, hmm?

[Now that she's up on her hooves, Tumnus can properly size her up. My, what lovely horns she has! Horns like that would make her a grown adult faun in Narnia, but she was clearly still a child. He holds his hand to his chest, measuring her against himself. When he makes his next guess for age, he decides to over-estimate, as it tends to go over better than asking if someone was much younger than they actually were.

Courteous faun is courteous.]

Let's see here .. you're about .. ten? Eleven? Not a day over twelve, surely ..

[She offers him a bright grin and shakes her head. But you're close Mr. Tumnas!]

I'm nine!

[And he smiles right back, his eyes opening a bit wide at her declaration.]

Nine?! Young lady, you are practically a grown-up! Look, you're already up to here on me and I'm a good number of years older than you!

[Like, almost a hundred or so ..]

[Oh my! See how she beams, Mr. Tumnas? This pleases her greatly. You've earned two bounces and a happy spin.]

If I'm grown up I can stay with Stocke!

[He sees that beaming and thinks she is utterly adorable! Her little bounces and spin earn her a wide grin and gentle ruffling of her pretty head of hair.

Now, he had heard her calling for Stocke with no small amount of concern in her voice, so he's certain this person is important to her, but still he thinks it best to clarify.]

Now, whom is this Stocke person, hmm?

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