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Brisa blanched. The thought was... No, she'd never considered it. Could never. Just not help people? No, no, that was plain wrong. "Well, I used to think that without me, innocent folks would suffer, and it would be my responsibility fer leavin' 'em defenseless. I still feel like I could never...

"Ah, well, where I'm from it depends on yer culture. Townies keep to one lover, and expect to take 'em as a spouse fer life if all works out well. My ma's people, the Escarpa clan, they . . . have a more flexible approach to these things. Mind you, it ain't somethin' I have any experience with...

"That phrasin' don't fool me none, partner. Don't you know how perceptive I am?" It wasn't that hard to figure out. "Yer enamoured with a fella and a lady. Celeste an' Cynthian."

Well, all sorts of reasons. To say something at the right time . . . or not say it at the wrong time. To avoid conflict. To be polite. To avoid teasing or recrimination from others. To not be vulnerable. To not be wrong. But on this, maybe she could help him. "Oh yeah? Let's hear it then...

Brisa nodded and gave consideration to his advice. She was patient, she'd been thinking she wasn't direct enough, but maybe with his long lifespan he saw things differently... Then when he shoved her, she shoved him back, returning his smirk. She'd just spoken with Celeste about his feelings...

Brisa smiled ruefully. It wasn't in her nature to spill folks' failings to other people's faces, but hey, who from Cibus would ever meet the inhabitants of Frontier Town? There was no actual reason to keep quiet. "Y'all on Cibus have the most wonderful hospitality. Me an' the rest of Diyem's...

Brisa scoffed. "I dunno about spellbound, partner. I reckon my conception of love and affection is a lil' different t'yers. But there's a gal who makes my heart ache, yeah." A gal? Yeah, Astrid. Astrid gave her heartache. She'd known this for a while now. Just Astrid. Really? Okay, so...

Brisa thought about how Astrid made her feel. I want time with you. I can't ruin this. Even if it hurts. Not quite like Icetales described, no. But strong feelings all the same. "Can't say as I can give you any advice, pal. I'm pretty paralysed on the subject myself, having next-to-no...

Brisa rolled her eyes at the blundering fox. Seriously? "Fella, that happened. ...But if it's such a big deal t'ya, I won't press. Don't worry, I ain't about to go blabbin' to anyone. That ain't how I do things." She grinned at his hesitant expression. "Be honestly, though. Yer sweet on...

You wanna be adored, right? Yer desperate t'be told 'well done', 'you did a good job', 'I'm proud of you, Brisa'. Y'just want people to love you. "Appreciation, I guess?" she said, hesitantly. "I don't mean, like, accolades. I mean folks' thanks. The sense that I made a difference to 'em. That...

Brisa nodded, and bit back a sigh. That follow-up was inevitable, huh. "Yeah. My parents were the Omen Heroes of their generation, an' when they retired, they became the ranger team of Frontier Town. Pa left home one night, an' Ma went to become clan chief after that, leavin' me to take on...

I started reading this one and then ended up reading nnaturally instead. So coming back to this one, I was fully expecting absurd and hilarious nonsense. It really wasn't that kind of fic, huh! I parsed this one as being a kind of satire of the very idea of resolving the BW-era ideological...

Alright, here we go... "Back home, I'm a frontier ranger. That's partway law enforcement, partway rescue services. Not too different from what y'all have here in the form of Guilds, though the Ranger Union operates a lil' differently. I work solo, though not by choice, so it can be pretty...

"Uhuh." Brisa returned the smile, and her ears only burned a little bit. Cream was only member of her line she'd ever met whose voice was soft. Brisa bit her cheek and pushed the thought away. She found a comfortable cushion to loaf on, and inclined her head to the lounge fridge. "Help...

Brisa chuckled inwardly at Icetales' surprise at her taste in fiction. How peculiar that Celeste should wrongly think her an experienced lover, and Icetales wrongly think her uninterested in love. Then she chuckled outwardly at how easily Icetales sabotaged himself. "What's that about yer...

Holy shit, her pal Kyukon could hardly have picked something more appropriate, and in no time at all at that. She hardly dared to let herself get her hopes up. There was no way it'd be that good. "Yeah, alright," she grumbled. "Can't hurt to take a look." Brisa took the book and read the...

Love was a 'noble sentiment', was it? Oh, boy. This fella probably had a 62-point courtship plan. What would he think of Brisa's courting style? Not that she . . . really had one. Besides her interminable quiet pining, the stuff with Astrid hadn't been premiditated at all, and she hadn't...

Brisa nodded sadly at Icetales' admission about his service. "I dunno about my nature, but I was certainly raised t'feel a moral duty to always help others. It was good to realise . . . I matter too." Interesting that Icetales' Shadow was more keen than him to hunt spies. Did the fella harbour...

Bless this fella. Brisa couldn't help but return his concern with a smile. "Broken, huh? Pal, bein' dead helped fix me. I was broken before, not after." She shifted in her seat, to lean her chin on one paw. "Y'know, before the fight with Joule, I hardly ever did anythin' fer my own sake...

Brisa nodded by way of greeting, relaxed her posture, and observed closely as the two foxes spoke. Icetales wasn't exactly relaxed, but he was more or less at ease. That was good enoguh for her. So that meant this Shadow was like Wishkeeper and Sombra, then? What had the Voidlands done to...