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꧁~ Cerul wasn't in Fey often. He had other places to be, to trade Neone's amazing tech to. Other worlds leaps and bounds better than this one to visit... But of the times Fey was in her agenda, it was easy to find her here. After his bags had been emptied of goods, all things sold, he slowly walked up and down the gardens. If you asked him why she was here, you'd get an answer like 'it's the only place here worth a damn', which from Cerul's point of view was true.

꧁~ Cerul hated small towns like these. They were often unrefined and messy, dirt paths everywhere that would totally ruin his neatly preened feathers, so it was no wonder she loitered around the only place 'as beautiful as me', hanging a distance away from the shrines and taking in more of the steadily growing foliage.

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A hand ran through a few flowers, brushing them gently, gazing upon the marigolds with a sorrow pain and nostalgia seeping into her heart. She remembered the desert marigolds of her home, spending days picking them to make a bouquet for her love. Such things were long past now. Nothing could replace the warmth she felt when Sylvia squeezed her arm, just as a reminder of her love and care for the Cacturne. Having her wrapped around now would never be the same, but it was a small taste of what she so desperately yearned for, and would forever be an empty shell without.

That was until the Unidentified Flying Organism was spotted ahead. Back to work, she supposed. She always put her job first, above anything and everything. The Cacturne moved into action, approaching the figure with a tall and imposing frame. It clearly wasn't a feral based on the way it moved and observed its surroundings, but it wasn't someone the Cacturne recognized, and Anonymous knew *Everyone* Around here. A bandit perhaps? They seemed to have bags for private carrying, perhaps to keep loot? Anon certainly didn't trust outsiders, but she wasn't one to attack someone without cause. 

She came up right behind Cerul and spoke loudly with authority, "**HEY!** Who the hell are you? Identify yourself."
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❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 


꧁~ Cerul hadn't been paying attention to any of the noises around him. It wasn't like this was a private garden, no no, Cerul was used to hearing the occasional 'mon scampering passed. But this thorny one really seemed to have a grating sound to her. The obviously agitated Altaria didn't like being commanded around by anyone who was notably 'lesser' than herself, some small town county sherif was no different. He made an audible scoff when seeing Anon scootch up, flicking her head to look at Anonymous.

◈ **"Me? Who are** ***You*** **To be shouting at me? Quite rude.** ***I guess I can't expect manners from a small town bumpkin like you, can I?"*** She said this with an obvious roll of his eyes. He lowly mumbled the last part, just loud enough to where Anon could hear some of it.

꧁~ Cerul isn't always a vindictive, insulting bird. But when you piss her off first its curtains for your credibility with him. This altaria certainly holds a grudge... And Anon was working her way up the bird's shit list remarkably fast.

◈ **"But if you simply must know... I am Cerul Aetris."** He craned his neck to look taller than Anon. **"Whats it to you?"**

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