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[ather_fledgling]

Aubrey's still playing the young boy. Sort of. He still looks like the young boy. Whether his actions could portray young, might depend on what century you are dealing with

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[sansa_stark]

Sansa walks by, a bowl of porridge in hand. Spotting she figurines, she stops, smiling fondly.

"And who wars against whom?" she asks the young boy.

[ather_fledgling]

He blinks chocolate brown eyes that are heavy with thought at her as the words sink in. Despite the weight of thought, his features are warm and welcoming.

"Sparta and Athens?" It's said with a small grin.

[sansa_stark]

The names mean nothing to Sansa, but she nods anyway.

"And which side do you favour?"

[ather_fledgling]

The names wouldn't mean much to those of his world either. Too old a nation.

"Sparta. Where I was born and all."

[not_one_drop]

There's a curious high colour in her cheeks, and she's almost-but-not-quite warm to the touch - someone seems to have fed.

So it's no real surprise that she drapes herself over his shoulder and scoops up a black figurine.

"Hey."

[ather_fledgling]

He makes a small roll of muscle that causes his shoulders to raise to their full height. Means she'll have three choices. Hang there; wrap her legs around his waist; or let go. Guess which one he's hoping for.

He also moves a few figurines to accomidate their missing companion. And then he's giving her a bright smile. "Hello, my dear."

[not_one_drop]

She grins, wrapping her legs around his waist and leaning over to lightly kiss the side of his neck.

"Miss me?"

[ather_fledgling]

There's a small purr in his throat, as one arm wraps around her hip. The other hand is moving some of the red figurines. He tilts his head so that he can see her a little better..kind of.

"Always, love, always." It's a purr more than words really.