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Library [18.07]

It was raining while Karal made his way to the library, something he didn't mind and Altra hated.

Neither had any idea it was purple.

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He nodded. "You do make a good point," he said. "I think I'll try something I know, first, though. Perhaps I might start running again."

"Running?"

He'd never really learned the idea of exercise for exercise's sake. It wasn't really the kind of thing that was prevalent in his society.

"For exercise," he explained. "Herald Kerowyn, she was my instructor when I first arrived in Valdemar, made me run every day that I wasn't able to ride."

"Hmm."

It was something he'd have to let settle in his mind.

"I suppose that's one way to get around," he said thoughtfully. "I've been flying a great deal, myself. It's very freeing."

"It must be," he said quietly. "I'm glad you have something like that."

"I've needed it," he said with a shrug.

It was the first time he'd really gotten anywhere near to mentioning how, well, rough the last few months had been. For one, he'd mostly been jamming things away and not dealing with them (some, not all, so there was improvement!). But for another, he was worried at causing anything like guilt or worry for Karal. He didn't want that, not at all.

"You have me as well, if you need to talk." Karal smiled a little. "I know I was gone for a long time, but that won't ever change."

"There's not much to talk about," he said with a faint, somewhat sleepy smile.

"Though I might ask for some advice for the path I've set myself."

He spread his hands wide. "Anything I can do."

"Club me over the head and talk sense into me," he joked before shaking his head.

"No, I don't know quite what it'll amount to, but what it comes down to is that I'd like to be my parent's son. Bring about the Oz they both wanted. Or try, anyway."

"I will not club you over the head. I would miss, anyway, and probably hit my own foot." Karal sat down behind the counter, leaning on it, which conveniently put his head level with Altra's. "I think it's a very big thing to undertake, and it's going to be hard, but it's also an amazing thing. Working to make your world better is one of the best things anyone can ever do."

"Andrew used to say" and he couldn't help swallowing, really, he'd tried "that I was his prince. It was ridiculous, fluff and nonsense. I'm no prince. A bastard son of one, but no prince.

"But I think he'd want me to. Fiyero, I mean.

"I wanted one for years and years and now that I know who he was, well, I'd best do him proud."

He turned, to Altra and Karal both.

"The first step in not running away, I suppose, is not running away from my own world."

"I think you're right. And this is a good place to learn how to do that," he said. "I don't know what my role in my world is going to be, yet, but if we can help, we will."

"Much appreciated," he said before yawning. His lips curled even as his mouth opened and he gave a good-natured wince as he pulled away from the counter.

"Best I get to work before I fall asleep in front of your door."

"A good plan," Karal agreed with a smile. "I'd hate to have to carry you there and I'd feel guilty if I made you late, but it was good to see you this morning."

He tugged at his own hair, as if to wake himself a little more.

"Good luck yourself," he said, realizing he hadn't said anything on Karal's own troubles. His mind occasionally got lost on the way to the thoughts he wanted to think, but it wasn't usually so slow.

"Oh, it's going to be a long day."

He smiled and waved to Karal as he trotted out, almost stumbling on his way out the door but recovering JUST before.

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