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They were comrades in name and station if not in the emotional sense of the word. "Tasoula," he called, approaching the path that she patrolled. Her name felt foreign upon his tongue. It had a strong timbre to it, as though her very name evoked the image of soldiers marching through thick fields and war torn forests. There was a certain mystery to her to, though Victorian was not sure how much of that was owed to the name he had never heard before or the woman he rarely saw. Although she was a member of Colonel Kvothe's reserve, she had served under him longer. As such, she had not been paired with a new recruit such as he. Until today. Dark ears flicked as he waited upon the empty path. He had been told that she was finishing up the morning patrol before taking him on a standard walk within Yorkshire. This was friendly territory and so it was a mild assignment. Most, if not all, Mainlanders were fond of the army. The maidens swooned, the men saluted. It would be a peaceful opportunity to get to know her more. If her personality allowed for such a thing. He honestly wasn't quite sure. "If the accident will."

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Like a long-forgotten ghost summoned from its sepulcher, she slipped quietly into view against the soft rays of the morning light. The sound of his voice surprised her; she did not often hear her name unless it was followed immediately by an order, which would then be dutifully performed without complaint. She was known - if she was known at all - as a woman of few words and often goaded for her completely sodden personality, that is to say, about as lively as a sick turtle in the desert. One might think she had no fire at all, but for her eyes. They were sharp enough to cut glass, and they had absolutely no business being so penetrating; a startling feature which often left her comrades feeling a little less than comfortable in her presence. She was rather... prickly. "I do not know your name," she stated flatly, assessing him with a quick once-over. He was tall and wiry, but no less strong for it; she noted his heavy shoulders and the lightness in his step. Deceptive. He must have been new, though she rarely crossed paths with recruits given the eternal, infernal, gods-bedamned routine of her day to day. Tasoula didn't know if it was fear for the other soldiers or distaste for her own person, but she had rarely been paired with another. He stood before her, almost expectantly. "How may I... help you?" The tone in which she spoke did not suggest 'helping' at all. It was borne of no ill will, though the stranger likely had little to suggest otherwise; she just couldn't fathom why he had requested her audience. Why would anyone at all? - Tasi speaks -

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As though a demon drawn by the pentagram he had scrawled in the dirt, Tasoula appeared. She slipped seamlessly from the shadows, drifting into view so suddenly and deliberately that Victorian almost jumped. Thankfully, he managed to conceal most of his surprise -- except in his eyes. Those golden orbs widened, sparking with sudden shock before it smoldered into general curiosity and bewilderment. Tasoula's reputation on base was a glib one. She was not the first wolf that other soldiers talked about, you had to be the one to bring her up first. If pressed, a wolf might explain that she was a sullen workaholic barely willing to speak a word. Some found her unnerving, others merely waived her away as boring. In this moment, Victorian was certainly not bored. He felt as though she was dissecting him with those sharp eyes. It took him several moments to realize that she was no older than he. And, even after he noticed this small detail, he kept forgetting it. "Victorian." He offered his name quickly. "I am a soldier under Colonel Kvothe's command." As are you, he wanted to add but thought better of throwing around superfluous facts. This seemed to be going downhill rather quickly and he steeled his nerves as best he could. Although Victorian was not anxious by nature, he was a fish out of his element here. In a year, perhaps he'd take such things in stride but... for now... "I was told that we would patrol the usual route in Yorkshire today." Had she not heard of this? Was this a joke played on him by the Lieutenant he had spoken to? "If the accident will."

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