Wing momentarily stopped her work, still holding Reign's hand, and looked curiously at the talking cat. She squinted, closed her eyes, remembered...
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[FLASHBACK]
December.
"Hello, what do we have here?" Lex said to himself as a white kitsune walked into the bar. Lex scooted up to her. "Well, hello." He purred.
She looked at him with feigned interest. "And who the hell do you think YOU are?"
The blue wolf bartender scooted beside her and held her close. "Sorry Buddeh, she's taken."
"Nah, it's alright Luther. Not this time." She pushed him away and smiled at the cat. "Kinda young to be playin' the game, aren't ya?"
"I'm not young, I'll show you!" Lex replied as he jumped at her. Halfway there his collar got a bit tight, and he stumbled on the floor, rolling over several times. In the end he was on his back.
"...heh," He smiled pathetically.
"Looks like you could use a little help there buddy." She extended her hand, still looking quite surprised.
He nervously grabbed her hand. "Lex Falcon, son of Great Blue, and you?"
"Wing de Fiancee, of the Sun Clan. I'm engaged to Lance Knightfall." She smiled at the harmless cat--For some reason she felt alright with him, as if they had been friends for a while."
"Would you like to come to our wedding? It's in February."
"Sorry, can't. Important mission I'm being sent on. I'm in the volunteer mercenary group, the Falcons. Blue finally is letting me do something! By the way, isn't getting married gonna stop all the fun for you?"
"All the fun?" She raised an eyebrow. "Au contraire." She winked, tail swishing as she got up and left...
Lex blinked. "...huh?"
[END FLASHBACK]
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"You're Lex..." She murmured, "from the bar!"
The tabby flicked his tail in positive response.
"That was December. December, December, the tragedy in February; it's June now..." She put a hand on her head. "I've turned into a nervous wreck in only a few months..."