#I honestly was so happy with the Northeney weather here

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Some quiet moments passed. People seemed to only want to recollect themselves. Rest, breathe. The warm air started to dry their wet bodies and clothes.

Fallonfuchs came back quickly, putting the bucket in front of Edmundsen, telling of water, gorgeous, clear water, plenty of drinkable water, right uphill. Telling of terraces and lush trees and bushes, a cherry tree he found: he opened his hand to show Edmundsen his bounty. Four cherries. Juicy cherries.

"Young'uns, come, drink, have these," Edmundsen called.

The chatter that followed, spinned Captain Beaudard's head. The children's drinking noises, their exclaiming how tasty the cherries were. With just that tiny little bit of food, life came back. And not only life, but hope as well.

His gaze locked at the dripping skirt of the young lady in front of him. It was quite beautiful, how on the brim of that soft pink fabric the drops formed, grew, wiggled to freedom and then splashed apart against the skin of her feet. A peaceful cycle, like sails billowing in the wind.

She didn't seem to notice. She was talking to the cat, in French.

It took a while for him to decipher what she was on about, then he sighed nervously, trying to dismiss it from his mind.

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