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[schwantraume]

[[Anyone who would be near the lake on such a hot day would be met with a horrifying sight. Amusing, yes, but horrifying. Nobody would blame them if they ran away in terror. Or laughed, actually.

The swan princess Tutu is propped up against a tree near the water, looking down at the fuzzy yellow mob in her lap with a small, tired smile on her face

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[golden_winged]

[A very confuse, Ahiru with golden yellow wings, flies around in the sky over the lake. She still was hugging her sword to her chest. She stops when she see a very familar face, her eyes lights up and files towards her.]

TUTU!

[schwantraume]

[[At the approach of someone, all the ducklings quack simultaneously and spill out of Tutu's lap, flapping eagerly around in their haste to devour the bread of this new person. If they had any bread. Tutu herself heaves a great sigh of relief and stands up, stretching her aching legs.

And then freaks out upon seeing the... Ahiru with wings?]]

Holy- Ahiru!? Why does she have wings?!

[golden_winged]

[Ahiru tilts her head to the side, wondering why Tutu reacting this way. She nearly falls lands to the ground next Tutu. She blinks for a couple of times, noticing something diffenrt about her.]

Um sis..what happen to your wings?

[schwantraume]

[[And the ducklings all mob her feet, quacking loudly and pulling at her shoes. Behind them, Tutu has a quiet epiphany and laughs nervously.]] O-oh, you must be even newer than I am... how strange, people seem to be arriving almost every day... I don't think I'm who you're looking for.

[surlyknight]

[[He stares and then smiles at the strange sight. He seems to be in a much better mood than Fakirs usually are.]]

[schwantraume]

[[Well hi, there, happy Fakir, have half a swarm of ducklings mobbing your feet. Tutu hasn't noticed him yet, too busy trying to ward off one attempting, apparently, to gnaw off the sprig of orange and white hair at the front of her head.]]

Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch...

[[Suddenly realizing where the rest of her mob went, she looks carefully over, trying to avoid any more painful hair-tugging. She smiles at the realization that it's a Lohengrin - or, no, maybe it's a Fakir.]] Hello! If you... don't mind me asking, do you go by Fakir or Lohengrin, and - stop pulling, duck - would you mind distracting them for a minute? I need to run away.

[surlyknight]

[[His smile grows as the ducklings make peeping noises at his feet. He picks up one of the yellow fluffballs and starts petting it absently. Fortunately, his boots are sturdy and tall enough to keep the rest of the mob from doing any damage to his shins.]]

[[He looks at her, still smiling.]] Tutu. I have a heart shard.

[schwantraume]

[[She decides that this must be the Lohengrin she knows, and is immediately completely bewildered.]] ... Why are you telling me about it, Lohengrin? [[She blinks in confusion and finally shakes off the duckling, which quacks at her and scuttles off to join the rest of them by Fakir's boots.]] I don't know where Siegfried is to return it... and one shard won't help...

[[Tutu squints at him for a moment, and her expression clears.]] ... You aren't Lohengrin. My apologies, Fakir - that is your name, yes? - but I'm afraid you may have mistaken me for a double of mine.