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Quils groaned as he strained to pick himself up off the ground. His eyes dull and wandering aimlessly until they settled onto Reaper. "Wh-where am I? I was in the forest then I saw you and then I had a dream about when I was born." he said quietly. He sat on his knees and pushed himself upright.

As his eyes began to adjust he caught a small glimpse of Reaper before she left his sight. He could feel a cold chill pushing against his body as he rose up. He was wearing a long white semi transluscent cloth around his waist, held up by a gold circlet aroung his hips. He wore no shirt and appeared as if he were from another country. After he had left Reaper at Aes' house he had returned to his room and changed his clothes to something simple and light. Rising up the length of the cloth was revealed as the hem reached his ankels. This was Reaper's home, a tree house. He'd wondered how she lived and now he was getting the idea.

Quils staggered forward, hugging the wall for support as he made his way to where Reaper had disappeared. How did she get him there, he wondered as he entered her kitchen. He paused for a moment, watching how she maneuvered with awe. She may have been blind but she made her actions with deft acuity. He slid down onto his rear pulling his legs up to his chest and following her movements with his emerald eyes.

He managed a smile and nodded, "Yes please, some apple cider." he replied slowly. Apple cider was his drink of choice, no matter what he would drink apple cider. Sometimes he would consume whole kegs in short amounts of time. He looked over Reaper once again, taking in every aspect of her outfit and blushing a bit as he noticed he was staring.

Quils pulled himself up off the ground, sitting at the table quickly. He gripped the cup in his hand, bringing it up to his lips and pouring the liquid into his mouth. Setting it down he gasped for breath, "Thanks, I really appreciate it." Looking at her he smiled, he wished she could see how grateful he was to her. Of all the people he knew, this was the first person whose home he'd ever been in for a long period of time. She was the first person he had told Id about and the only person to try to help him.

Quils sighed, "I have been training...for the tournament. My oponent is someone called Dice, though I never met him or her." he says, placing the deer meat in the wrap and taking a small bite. He chews quietly and swallows before speaking again. "Plus I keep losing track of what I am doing, no matter what I end up thinking about..." he pauses and sighs "a special someone. I lose my train of thought and end up forgetting what I was doing."

He stops talking and continues to eat quietly. Why couldn't he finish what he was saying? He cut himself off without knowing and now he decided to create an akward silence. His stomach began to feel funny, it was something he hadn't experienced before. His eyes stared at Reaper still, as if they were glued in that direction.