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It was late evening, or perhaps early morning, and Hvergelmir found herself farther from home than usual. She'd been walking back from a vigil in the park, and found her pathway interrupted by several street closures. One of the local fire companies had been running drills, and the police had cordoned off the streets. They were out in force, that evening, and while Hvergelmir was slightly less conspicuous than someone in a sailor uniform might be, she'd opted to head in a different direction regardless. She didn't relish answering questions about what she was doing out late at night, dressed as she was.

Her pathway took her to the outskirts of the city. There were trees in a far line across an open field -- an unusual city sight, one that reminded her of her dreams of living in a tent community in the woods. She stared at their dark silhouettes . . . and it occurred to her, as she stood there, that she could just faintly sense an unusual aura nearby. One she hadn't felt in a year and a half.

Caedus. She'd met him only barely.

That he'd persisted in his circumstances, some sort of homeless vagabond all this time, was a curious thing. There were many curious things about him, in fact -- but there had always been more work to be done, and the mystery of the stranger who'd climbed out of the Rift was one she'd been forced to put to the back burner time and again.

She'd read the notes people had been posting about him in the database. It seemed he was still mostly a mystery to those who met him.

Well, perhaps this detour was a sign, at any rate -- this was a path worth following up on. Hvergelmir left the sidewalk and crossed into the damp grass, making her way into the dark foliage of the woods. She looked around as she went, hoping to settle on the man in question, the source of the too-odd aura.

"Your highness?" she called out quietly, unsure. Would he accept a visit from someone who'd never made him a priority before?