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"One thing everybody in the world wants and needs is friendliness."-William E. Holler

He grinned, and shook Jarren's hand warmly, his grip strong for a man his age, but full of tenderness. "And a pleasure myself, Jarren. So..." He gave Angela's lead a gentle tug to keep her at pace with him, though he did his best to slow down considering how wide the strides of the tall, muscular man was. "I suppose that I'd better get this girl home," he chuckled. "She's a rebel, always sneaking out and off into the woods. She's just about as old as I am, at least for a goat." He looked up. "Forgive me, I never asked about you. What is it that you're up to, if you're off by yourself? Don't answer if you think I'm prying, I'm just curious," Orion said politely. In truth, Jarren seemed to have an unmistakeable cloud of sadness about him, and Orion was a warm and caring soul, always out to do what he could for others.

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He let out a small laugh upon hearing the man's remarks about the goat. "Of course, that's why you came over here, yes?" He gave another smile as he picked up his pace to stay beside Orion instead of behind him. The effort was quickly made obsolete whenever he slowed down once Orion spoke again, questioning his strange behavior. No one had really questioned him before like this, other than the children who saw him of course, but he could easily steer the topic away or just brush it off with a silly answer. This time was different, the one asking him about it was a wise man, one who was able to see through any lies or walls he put up to guard his reasoning. "Well... I just like walking, I suppose. It's a nice way to just be alone for a bit, let your mind clear up, you know?" For now, that was the best answer he could give. It wasn't exactly a lie, per se, but it wasn't the full truth.

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"There's been a thoughtfulness to everything I do. Even some of the stupidest things I do have some kind of point."-Jim Carrey
"Just like walking..." he mused thoughtfully. "It's a good thing to take time for yourself. As I've said before, the most important thing a man can do is to be thoughtful, both of himself and his surroundings. Well, it's at least on that list. But you must soak in the comfort of a community. People are flawed, yes, and not always will you agree with them, but the least you can do is find the good things. Children, for instance. Oh, I'm quite fond of children. My wife..." A bit of sadness passed over him, "Died with our stillborn child, so I could never see grandchildren of my own." But he brightened. "But, there are plenty around, and I love them all dearly, like they were my own."

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Foxglove had spent the next few minutes tending to her garden, making lunch, and showing off her hard work to other fairies of the village. She was interrupted by Night, who seemed alerted and a bit... off.

"Such a rare sight! Fairies interacting with humans." Night cried, his wings flapping furiously. "Guess people got too curious..."

"Humans huh.." Foxglove muttered, before standing up. "I'll just take a quick peek. Nothing else."

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"Yes, the children are quite wonderful, just a bit too energetic at times for a quiet soul like me..." Jarren wished to say more, like some words of comfort for Orion after letting out such a depressing topic, but he was left speechless. You see, he wasn't exactly the best person to deal with heavy things like these, which woud be the main reason why he doesn't talk to others other than the simple small talk. He had yet to feel the pain of losing a loved one, especially in such an intense situation like that, so it wasn't like he could relate to that. After a few moments of silence, and Jarren's fidgeting while trying to muster up the courage to sa something, he finally did. "I-I'm so sorry... That must've been so..." He stopped there, unable to find the right words he needed and instead continued to walk in silence. They were reaching the edge soon, only a minute or two away, so it wasn't like he could say anything else anyways.

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Foxglove had started following Night, who wanted to lead the hardworking fairy to where the crow always saw humans pass by, or as Foxglove dubbed it, his watchpost where he could steal from humans.

"Maybe I should snipe something off one of those humans." Night muttered, flying ahead of Foxglove. "Seeing them frail around trying to catch me, it's fun."
"Maybe this time you should be a little nicer to the humans." Foxglove said, knowing how mischievous the crow was.

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“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”― Kahlil Gibran

He smiled grimly. "It's quite alright, son. Lilly was a wonderful woman, but the Fates decided it was her time to go. I've got a family all around me, the community. I'll always have an emptiness in my heart, but it grows smaller every day. I apologize for springing it on you, I'm afraid I don't speak much of it." It was becoming clearer and clearer that Orion was a man with a big heart, but full of a hidden quiet sadness. As they reached the end of the forest, he stopped for a minute, with a sigh. "Anytime you need anything, Jarren, please, come to me, I'd love to talk again."

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