Ah, so a small miracle did occur in Fairport -- just not one involving Dain. That should alarm him, he thinks, that there's a chance he could be recognised in a place more compromising than this, but it's difficult to feel anything more than nostalgia-tinged relief as he steps into the wagon behind Tuo.
A small slice of Saaristomeri, in the very last place Dain would have expected it.
He laughs then, a little too abrupt for the cause to be something innocuous, but genuine all the same. Here he is, keeping cautious every single moment of every single day, and here Tuo is, dragging a beautiful Saaristomeren wagon behind him, taking every single possible opportunity to advertise that he was born somewhere Maireglenne would consider dangerous.
"I don't think I ever want to leave," Dain says quietly. He doesn't sit down yet, instead running his hands over nearly any surface he can reach, drinking in the artwork. Notably, he hasn't yet taken off his coat.
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A small slice of Saaristomeri, in the very last place Dain would have expected it.
He laughs then, a little too abrupt for the cause to be something innocuous, but genuine all the same. Here he is, keeping cautious every single moment of every single day, and here Tuo is, dragging a beautiful Saaristomeren wagon behind him, taking every single possible opportunity to advertise that he was born somewhere Maireglenne would consider dangerous.
"I don't think I ever want to leave," Dain says quietly. He doesn't sit down yet, instead running his hands over nearly any surface he can reach, drinking in the artwork. Notably, he hasn't yet taken off his coat.