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Gravel crunched under Dietrich's boots as he pounded his way through the streets of Eyris, turning and pushing his way through tight alleys, his vest still barely on him, his father's axe slung across his back.

He could still hear the shouts behind him as he jumped and grabbed a fence, then started to drag himself up over it.

He'd been so tired. And a little drunk...? He knew there had been drinking. At the bar. With buddies. Yeah. And it was a, wasa, wasa long day, training and he was tired. Tired. And he'd gone up to bed... and he didn't remember. Took his vest off, and boots, and put up his dad's axe. And went right to bed.

A hatchet thunked into the wood between his legs as he dragged himself over the fence, and he winced inwardly as he stared at the splintered wood on the other side of the fence, and the tip of the metal implement sticking through. He swallowed hard, then gave a mighty heave and toppled over the fence into a pile of garbage, ripping his pants at the knee as he went over.

He'd woken up with a pounding headache. No, wait, throbbing. The pounding was the woman's husband at the door... and she was apologizing, saying she thought he'd gone to bed... he hadn't... hadn't done it, right?

He had panicked, though. His legs were aching from running, and even more from the jump out the woman's window. He had all the luck.

Dietrich pressed his back to a wall as he ducked around a corner, breathing heavily for a moment and listening for his pursuer...

Footsteps crunching on gravel. He took off again, slipping and skidding around corners, winding through entirely unfamiliar streets. Where the hell was he!? He'd thought he might have just gone back to the wrong house because he was drunk, but the whole city was different! He skidded, stumbled, slipped, and bounced off a fruit stand, staggered away from the shouting owner, and accidentally punched a large man in the face.

The square stopped for a moment. "I'm so sorry," Dietrich began, "It was--" A fist squarely swung up and connected with his jaw, sending him staggering back against a cart of barrels, which dropped back and unloaded into the street. People were knocked into each other, market stalls began to fall, the less scrupulous helped themselves to the mess, and it wasn't long before the street was a thronging mass of people indiscriminately attacking one another while Dietrich did his best to dodge fists on his way toward the edge.

"W-wha!" The young man staggered as the hooded feline dragged him through the crowd, and once they were safe, he yanked his arm away reproachfully. "Thanks," he said, rubbing his chin and staring at Lethe for a long moment, "But I was all over it," he added reproachfully. "I mean, not that I mind, but... well," he mumbled at last. "Anyway, I'm Dietrich. Why, uh... why'd you pull me out? I mean, I don't know you, do I?" He peered into her hood, trying to make out more specific features than a curiously marked face with... really sharp teeth.

A sign hanging over a shop caught his eye. "... Eyris? What the.. This is Barhara, I... I think. Right?" Slowly, his hand came up to the back of his neck, scratching in consternation. Either he was still really drunk, dreaming, or someone was playing a really, really good trick on him.

“I am sure you would have enjoyed a black eye,” she remarked sarcastically to “all over it” comment. “We have never met before. My name is Lethe.” The cat laguz straightened her posture and looked Dietrich straight in the eyes. “I saved you because your predicament is the same as mine was not too long ago.”

She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. What was the best way to break the news to him? Should she just flat out tell him? Beorc minds are sensitive to these kind of things though, right? Oh well.

Lethe narrowed her eyes. “This is not your homeland,” the feline stated with all seriousness. “We are in a town called Eyris.” Just then Victoria butted in.

Rolling her eyes at the arrival of the bishop, Lethe became suddenly irritated. Beorc like her got on this laguz’s nerves. Ignorant humans who think they’ve saved the day were annoying.

It seemed like Bozo's days got busier and busier.

It had hardly been two days since Bozo appeared in this place. Bozo didn't really like Count Monocle-Man's plan to send Bozo to a place that teo...theo...theoretcly...theoretically was a place Master could end up in. How Count Monocle-Man came up with that idea, Bozo didn't know. But now Bozo was here anyway.

After making Bozo's head spin around when having that magic trick done to Bozo to make Bozo end up in this place, Bozo could finally resume Bozo's search for Master.

But where was Master? Bozo didn't know. Bozo would like for Master to exclaim "Bozo! Master has been looking for Bozo everywhere! Come, rest in Master's hair! And have a biscuit too! Bozo has done well!" Bozo liked being praised by Master. It made Bozo happy. And Bozo liked biscuits too.

"Is Master here?" Bozo wondered as Bozo flew into a tree. Master wasn't there.

"Is Master here?" Bozo wondered as Bozo landed on a horsie's mane to hitch a ride. Master wasn't there.

"Is Master here?" Bozo wondered as Bozo entered a city. Master...Bozo didn't know if Master could be there. It was a big city. Many buildings. Many people.

"Look! Look! It's a cute bunny!"

Bozo's ears perked. Little people approached Bozo, petting Bozo as Bozo was laying on the ground. "Bozo isn't a bunny, but Bozo likes being called cute."

"Can we play with it Mommy?"

Bozo opened Bozo's narrowed eyes fully, looking curiously at the little people. Mommy is what the little people came from. Master had taught Bozo that a long time ago. The little people seemed to be allowed to play with Bozo, because suddenly, Bozo was surrounded with little people.

"It's so fluffy!"

"Let's pet it!"

"Maybe it wants to play?"

Bozo liked playing. Playing was fun. But Bozo always got tired from playing. But Bozo allowed the little people to play with Bozo. When Bozo showed them Bozo could fly, the little people started laughing and chasing Bozo around. Bozo liked making people laugh and be happy. Playing tag was fun. But Bozo had to really try hard to keep up with the little people. Finally, Bozo got very tired, so Bozo laid down flat on the ground again, letting Bozo's ears drop to the ground and to the side. The little people wasn't done playing though, so the little people poked Bozo, and pulled Bozo's ears. Bozo liked playing, but Bozo didn't enjoy playing when Bozo was tired. So Bozo bit one of the little people in the arm when the little person approached Bozo. The little person cried for Mommy, and Bozo had to run away from a broom getting swung at Bozo.

Bozo was swaying back and forth in the air. Bozo didn't have any energy left. Bozo slowly descended, softly landing on the ground, in front of three strange people. One was an Axe Person. One was a Cat Person. The last one was a Lipstick Person. Bozo breathed tiredly, laying in front of the three strange people.

"Lethe! There you are!" Lyre grabbed on to the back of her twin's cloak- and realized it was one of her own.

"Hey, this is mine..." She paused to pout momentarily, crossing her arms across her chest beneath her own cloak. She didn't like to walk around the city without one, even IF FEF claimed it was perfectly safe... it just didn't feel right to be in a city full of mostly Beorc and not be hiding herself, sadly enough. The least that could happen would be some brat would pull her tail, but still...

"Anyway, I was GONNA show you around Eyris... but then you went off by yourself, and so I had to find you because you're really mean to people sometimes so I thought you'd end up in trouble without me around because the city still isn't like completely stable and all..." She stopped, one hand still gripping Lethe's cloak.

"What's goin' on?" The cat girl blinked, for the first time acknowledging the presence of other people besides herself and her sister.

Victoria, while holding the strange.. but cute Bozo looked between Dietrich and Lyre. Just great, they're all chummy with each other! Just when I thought I was helping them, it turns out they're foolish children pulling pranks on each other?!

Oh, the audacity of some of the Learanians! To think that they'd trick her like this was... enraging!

For now though, the bishop kept her cool. She didn't want to unleash her righteous fury just yet, for she didn't know the whole story... maybe.

While waiting for the axe wielder’s reaction, Lethe noticed the rabbit-like creature land closest to Victoria. Thankfully it distracted the bishop for a few moments. The cat laguz could talk to Dietrich without interruptions, but that was wishful thinking.

Just then her sister grabbed onto her cloak and remarked about its ownership. “I don’t have one of my own. You can not expect me to travel around this city without cover,” she replied quickly. “Besides you shouldn’t have taken so long to get ready. A proper soldier knows how to be prepared at a moment’s notice.”

Lethe couldn’t argue about the mean comment. The Gallian warrior did have a tendency to get into fights with beorcs. But those stupid humans needed to learn their place; to get off their high horse as the expression goes.

She watched as the male beorc approached Lyre then started to rub her sister’s markings. In her mind the feline was trying to rationalize his actions because of his confusion, but she didn’t like him touching her sibling at all. Lethe glared while the other cat slapped him. He should be glad that all he got was slapped. If she wasn’t controlling herself, Dietrich probably would have been mauled.