Northstar Vale i am a hallucination of myself at three years old

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he's not left to linger. a woman with a distinctly rounded belly approaches--it occurs to him that it's spring, and that it must be, therefore, close to the time he was born (birth and breeding are not something he's given much thought to, truthfully).

it's less interesting than what she says. he straightens slightly, unsure how to conduct himself, then murmurs, "my name is atwood," echoing her. "i'm looking for," hm, "somewhere to stay." this isn't what he'd anticipated saying, but it's true--he needs somewhere safe, he knows better than to try and strike it out on his own. and the vale is compelling, what little he's seen of it yet. he ducks his head slightly, unsure if that's enough, and admits, "i don't know if i have anything to offer. i've been...away for a while. but i can take care of myself, at least, and i'll try whatever i'm asked to do."