[His bones ache. He'd lost the sensation of having legs some time ago, assuming they hadn't been dismembered an hour past simply because he was able to keep trudging alone. He's been on his way back from the mountainrange for a subjective eternity, platinum hair matted and stringy from sweat, deep blue eyes sunken under the weight of dark, puffy
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[Anyone looking for Ceodore will find a small boy around age six. A boy who is quite torn between obeying his father and following the road or worrying because his father has squashed his new pet bug he'd found.]
Father, why are you on the ground?
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Cecil!
[And she runs toward him.]
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[Yeah... Cecil doesn't hear either of them. BRB faceplanted.]
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[Clearly the child knows what's important here, and it's not his father being passed out on the ground. He doesn't think it's too surprising to see Rydia either.]
Hi, Rydia!
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Ceodore?!
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[Ceodore looks at Rydia curiously, unable to figure out why she sounds so surprised. He makes a face that Cecil is still planted on his bug that is probably quite dead by now. Oh well, he can still play with it.]
Father, does the ground taste good?
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[She glances to Ceodore, worried for him as well despite seeing no injuries.]
I'll warp us there.
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Is that--[He trailed off immediately once he realized who it was.]
Cecil?!
[Still dressed in his cavalier costume, the bard rushes over to help.]
What happened...?
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[The child seems to be the only calm one in this collection and in a delightfully good mood after being packed through the mountains.]
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What happened?
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[Sorry for the terseness, but Rydia's giving Cecil another dose of healing before she feelings comfortable with taking them elsewhere.]
Anyone who wants to come, stand close.
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[Edward was sure he would be able to make it back to the party before Jack steals the silverware.]
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