Cerrit lingers late after a scheduled milita training, to catch Jean to talk. He's picking at his feathers on his neck and chest, straightening them. It's post-gala and post several talks they've each had. It's time to reach an accord between the two of them.
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Date: 2024-10-20 10:03 pm (UTC)