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[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Location[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] The Patch.
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Interactions[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Zhalia Ramshorn [@Benzaiten]
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]School of Magic[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Divination & Illusion
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Items[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Suit / Crutches
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	"[color=7ea7d8]Zhalia,[/color]" he says the name as if he's committing it to memory, "[color=7ea7d8]You've got a beautiful name, Zhalia.[/color]"

	He may have had a few mixed thoughts about Zhalia but that did not render him incapable of accompanying her for the night. It wasn't as if he had [i]plans[/i] to do anything else. He'd never been a fan of large gatherings although witches were very insistent of their importance, they had a large gathering planned for [i]everything[/i], every turn of the season. While he understood the cultural importance of these gatherings, it was hard to not feel as if they were excessive at times. 

	He didn't dare miss them, for he knew that his long deceased mother would have never dared to miss them, but at times they felt... [i]tiring[/i] to him. 

	All the same, there was no use in voicing these thoughts to his newest companion so he didn't allow himself to linger on them. "[color=7ea7d8]Dinner sounds wonderful,[/color]" he says, earnest enough. He's definitely hungry, he hasn't eaten anything since early in the afternoon. "[color=7ea7d8]I think I'm [i]just[/i] about starving.[/color]"

	He fell in step behind her, using his crutches to anchor himself against the soft ground beneath them. The tents smelled warm and inviting, he could even hear his stomach growl as they neared them. He felt a [i]touch[/i] embarrassed about that but he continued forward. The tent was populated by a few different witches, some that he recognized and some that he couldn't place a name to if it was in favor of saving his life. 

	It hardly mattered, he didn't think his knowledge or lack thereof would stop him from grabbing himself a plate and stacking it with anything that looked good enough to eat. "[color=7ea7d8]Popular spot,[/color]" he comments to Zhalia, "[color=7ea7d8]Looks like you had the right idea.[/color]"

	He'd already stuffed a mouthful of bread into his mouth by the time she addressed him again which left him to comedically attempt to swallow that down before he responded. He coughed, cheeks reddening slightly, "[color=7ea7d8]Fire? Oh, absolutely.[/color]" He coughed again, burrowing his face in the crook of his arm for a moment while he tried to swallow down what remained in his throat. He gestured with his chin weakly for her to lead the way. 

	When he spoke again, his voice was a touch raspier and his eyes were watery. "[color=7ea7d8]How are you adjusting to Shipden? Have you met anyone nice?[/color]
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