(Yet another Fakir)

[inkstainedsword]

He doesn't intend to come, but does anyone? He's grown - less a boy, more a young man. He's filled out and become quite handsome, lacking any residual awkwardness of youth. Still more of a dancer's build than a fighter, thin and lithely muscled, but he moves with grace and assurance, and his smiles come a bit easier now

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[fouettedekraehe]

[Rue is on her way home when she spots yet another Fakir. For a moment she stops, considering him, but then she abruptly moves on, walking past him and pointedly looking away.]

[inkstainedsword]

So wrapped up in reading he doesn't notice at first, noting a familiar person in the peripheral. It takes a second for that to set in, and when it clicks-

"...Rue?" he stops dead in his tracks, looking back.

[fouettedekraehe]

[she stops, and sighs] Hello, Fakir.

[quacked_out]

[ Ahiru, having been out on a leisurely stroll, spots him and approaches with a small smile as she waves one hand in greeting. ]

Hello! Are you new here?

[ Her blue eyes study him curiously. For a Fakir, he looked a little bit older than the others... kind of like the one that always dressed in a suit. ]