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<i>"Yes. Yes, of course."</i><br/>
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Maggie breathed a soft sigh of relief, a weight she hadn't realized was there lifted off her shoulders for a moment. She'd been half sure he'd tell her no after his hesitation, that he'd turn her away or tell her to wait outside before she was shot dead by someone behind the wall. She was pretty sure she'd heard a woman's voice call from the gate to bring her in, but the man's affirmative answer made it real.<br/>
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She couldn't quite get out a "thank you", but it was clear by the look on her face that she was more than grateful. "Right," she managed offhandedly at the mention of his leader wanting to speak to her; that was only to be expected, and she wondered if the leader in question was the woman she'd seen out there the other day, the one with the dark hair. Was she the one who'd called out a moment ago? Maggie wouldn't be surprised, considering the voice on the radio she'd heard was a woman. <br/>
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Ari's ears twitched forward at the words "sweet feed"; he still remembered a time before the Resurrection, when sweet feed and treats and hay weren't rare delicacies. Hearing these words come from the man and knowing Maggie had stopped him from attacking seemed to win Areion over, and the gelding whickered softly at the prospect of eating something other than grass.<br/>
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He followed eagerly when Maggie turned, reins still in hand as she started after the man. She stayed a little ways behind, just in case, though it also gave her the opportunity to observe him without being directly observed herself.<br/>
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His shoulders were broad, his hair brown and tousled; he had a beard that seemed mostly-well kept, and she'd already noted the gun in the waistband of his pants. She definitely thought he was handsome, but it was his consideration of Ari that had triggered a little subconscious fondness in the back of her mind, and she didn't exactly realize it yet but she already liked him.<br/>
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Maggie blinked, caught in the act of staring when he glanced back at her. What had he asked? Oh, right, names...<br/>
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"Um -- this is Areion," she answered after a second's hesitation, starting to motion to her horse before realizing she still held her sword; switching hands with the reins, she carefully slipped the weapon back into its sheath on her back.<br/>
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"I'm... Maggie. Maggie James." The name felt foreign on her tongue, she hadn't actually said it in so long.<br/>
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The woman cleared her throat a bit, switching hands on the reins again as she sped up slightly, just to walk a little more in stride with the man.<br/>
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Her branded hand ran up over her face, fingers carding through her hair almost nervously as they neared the gate. She couldn't be sure she'd be accepted, even if she was let in for now; she doubted anyone would recognize the scarring on her hand -- or the matching brand between her shoulder blades -- but what if there was someone in there who would? She was a long ways away from where she'd gotten the marks, but if she could come that far, so could someone else.<br/>
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Trying to distract herself, she gathered up the courage to ask, "What about you? What's your name?"<br/>
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He seemed like a good man so far. Ari wasn't still trying to kill him, which he usually did when someone was a threat. Maybe he'd be willing to stick up for her if there was someone in there who recognized her branding and was on the side of the branders.<br/>
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But she knew better than to depend on someone else for rescue -- even if he had just saved her once already.<br/>
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