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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2019 3:01 pm
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It was cold outside. Juhvek was born in High Reaches, and while he'd spent a good portion of his life away from it, he'd remembered the cold well. He'd put on a thicker coat than many would have for the weather, and spent a good portion of the morning helping push snow out of footpaths and other high traffic areas so the business of a day could be tend to.
He'd been at chores since well before most candidates had been awake and was, as was fairly usual, the last to come in to eat.
Taking a minute to brush the snow from his shoulders, he'd been getting a cup of klah when he'd spotted her. He sipped it thoughtfully, staring with a sort of intense focus that almost looked as though he'd discovered he could use a glare to cut through the rock on the far side of the room and was trying it out.
Maybe he'd be seen before the gesture was complete, setting his cup down and slowly taking off his coat before picking the cup back up and crossing the room. Maybe the first hint he was there would be when he set his cup down on the table and draped said heavy coat over the small girl's shoulders. "You'll catch a cold in that," he stated sternly, his tone not betraying a fussy concern.
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