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1st Teddy Bear [Text...?]

[A New Feather is currently hiding out in an old hollowed out log in the forest, cold and very upset. After all, it's not everyday that someone ends up in some strange new place! And with the angel wings on her back, she can't help but wonder what the heck just happened. After a very tiring hike through a very big forest (to a five-year-old, at least), she'd decided to stop and, uh, wait for help. Because people would definitely come for her! And she shouldn't be afraid while she waited, because she was a big girl.

Besides, mama says when you're upset or worried, just do what you really enjoy doing... A-and she did have a cool new book...

If you happen to look in yours, you may notice some very wonderful artwork spamming your pages, looking a little something like this:]

[Welcome to Elicia-ville. Population: lots of funny-looking flowers and animals.]

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[She scurries back into the log at the glimpse of movement!]

[Oh, great. Hitsugaya stares in her direction for a moment before sighing and dropping into a crouch. This might work better if he didn't scare her into running right back into the forest.]

I'm not going to hurt you.

[His experience in chasing down reluctant plus souls might just come in handy here. ... Or not, since he's just as likely to literally chase them down and force a Soul Burial on them as reassure them. Never mind the giant sword on his back, Elicia. Really.]

...You're a sword guy...

[She squirms back a little further.]

[Patience, Toushirou. She looks to be younger than anyone else he's seen in Luceti. She doesn't need him snapping at her. Might get it. Doesn't need it, but might get it.]

Yeah. Don't use it on anyone who doesn't deserve it.

...

...

Are you like a hero from my books?!

[Wait. What?]

I don't know. Hard to say when I don't know which books you have. [But this is something he can latch onto. She's talking to him now and not running.] Tell me about them and we'll decide.

You know, like a hero! He fights bad guys and saves the pretty princess from scary stuff. A-and he's got a really cool sword...

[Well, she seems to be warming up to him a little. At least she's not hiding anymore.]

Never saved a princess. [Unfortunately, but he's glossing over that sore subject.] But I've fought a lot of scary stuff.

W-what kind of scary stuff? Like--giant monsters?? Or big lizards!

Giant monsters are easy to handle. [He waves a hand.] You gonna stay in that log forever?

...

But, but--! What if you're a monster in disguise?

If I was, do you think I'd wait out here and talk to you? Or would I just go over there?

I—I dunno, but...

I don't think my mama would want me to leave with a stranger...

She probably wouldn't, at that. [He can give her that much.] But I doubt she'd be happy that you're spending all this time outside.

[Why is he trying to reason with a small child?]

...

[She finally crawls out of the log. Her hairs ruffled and her white gown is all a-mess, but she seems okay. A little cold and confused.]

Well—doesn't your mama wonder where you are, too?

[Twitch. He's not a kid, damn it. But he's also not going to snap at a child.]

I doubt it. She's not here.

[Doesn't even know who she is, at that.]

[Have a frowny face.]

Aaaw, I'm sorry, misder.

When we find my mama, we'll make some pie! That always makes me happy.

What's your favorite type of pie? Mine's cherry.

[Blink, blink. What?]

I think you might be able to find cherry pie in the bakery, or maybe the grocery store. [Totally skipping that question. There's no such thing as watermelon pie, unfortunately.]

[THIS TALK OF PIES EXCITES HER.]

There's a bakery?! Is there lots of rows of pies and doughnuts and cake??

[Leaning back a little, because over-excitement was always a little strange.]

There's a bakery. I'm not in there much, but I guess they'd have to have a lot of stuff.

Waaaa, I can ask my mama for some money and we can go buy some tasty stuff!

You don't need money.

[Er, that may have been the wrong thing to tell a child. How to backpedal...]

But you should probably still ask someone about it.

[And so Elicia becomes a thief when she grows up—]

Well, why can't I ask you? Cause you're really smart...

[Oh, great. There has to be an easy way out of this. Has to. Pause.]

I'm not your parents.

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