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Date & Time: 7/15 evening
Location: the streets of Exsilium
Characters: LEO and MERA
Summary: they were just trying to protect kids, jeez.
Warnings: considering both their histories, potential mention of infanticide.

Almost every Exile who ventured into the streets daily knew Mera was anything but human. She walked under the rain without breaking out a shudder and sometimes when she was moving wreckage for the people she moved piles of it with very little trouble. Because of that fact, the ones who had been taking care of the orphanage told her she was not welcome back. She presented a threat to them -- which didn't come as a complete shock to her. She had always been an outsider, even back in her world. But there she had Arthur.

She was lonely here. She couldn't fight the ache in her heart.

Again she stood in the rain, contemplating what to do next. Efforts to talk to the Exiles hadn't gone so well today. Perhaps she would try again tomorrow. She refused to give up just yet. She thought about heading to the lake to clear her mind. It was the only body of water that provided her some calm while she swam.

Threaded | Flat

Trying to get back into the orphanage proved to be futile, even if it was only to drop off some books and then be gone again. He'd gotten the kids into a book series and it felt only right to get them the last of it when he didn't know when the hostilities would die down or if he'd ever be allowed back, but he was turned away even before he could even get to the doorstep. Not by the children or the matrons, after all those months he knows they would always receive him with open arms regardless of his status, but by other natives who knew what he was.

So it was with a heavy heart and anger that he made his way through the streets of Exsilium. Luckily Leo has been wearing the same clothing as the natives for a while now so he didn't immediately stand out as a Transport, making the walk an unbothered one (save for his own quiet seething.) He was on his way back to the library, books clutched close to his chest under his cloak, when a glint caught his eye.

A glance from beneath his hood made his steps turn to faltering ones as he came to a halt. The trident alone was familiar enough, but so was the woman holding it. She'd helped that day, catching the sleeper agent. He probably still owed her a thanks for that.

"You'll stand out if you keep carrying that." So he called out with cautionary words to get her attention instead, blunt as ever.