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Wind of the Ocean

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~ Wind of the Ocean ~
:: Dozen ::


He paused, shifting to look over his shoulder. Attached to the voice was Azura, light amusement in her eyes.

"Lady Azura, excuse me," he said, one of the dozen daikons tumbling from his grasp. Where did the villagers get these?

"Here, let me help," Azura offered, plucking the fallen vegetable reaching for the bag of fruit. Before he could protest, her arms cradled half of the food. Her smile, small. "Where are we going?"

"I'm not sure yet," he paused. "Do you want them?"

"No way."

Perhaps this wasn't too bad, he thought as they shared a laugh.