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A silver-and-white crown bobbed from beneath the branches. His gaze met a pair of unfamiliar sunshine eyes.

Campaign's head reared back in surprise. This wasn't Harrier.

S-Sorry! I thought you were— He shook his head. The boy tried to right himself, stand a little taller, look a little more sure of himself. I'm patrolling, he answered, announcing it as if it were his official duty. He even gave a succinct nod of his head as if that meant anything.

What're you doing? Training to become a spy? He observed her with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. He'd never met a girl before. His sister certainly didn't count.