Northstar Vale Lemon children! Go forth!

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It took him a few minutes to muster the energy to get to his feet, but he did it. The invitation was left without an answer spoken aloud, yet Titmouse kept close to the older boy's heel as he navigated the sleeping bodies. During the first few steps he paused and shook his back feet out, letting the wetness fling off of him and lightly splattering nearby faces; they'd never know. With a slackened posture and lazy eye Titmouse looked around the gathered bodies and picked his way through them, coming up behind Rian just as the boy voiced his comment about getting a drink - and the child merely shrugged. Sure, what difference would it make. He could use a bath too.

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