The Preserve, Thursday Afternoon

[crack_that_whip]

With classes done for the day and a full belly from the strange generosity of the common rooms, Trevor found himself escaping the town in order to... well, not quite patrol the outskirts of the island, but it certainly looked like a patrol.

But it wasn't.

He kicked at a rock, taking in the quiet of the place as he continued on his way. Maybe he'd manage to find himself a fight that wasn't in the magic school room.

But probably not.

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[goldfishontherocks]

The preserve still felt more familiar than the rest of the island did, and she was fascinated by the teal deer besides, so Keyleth was also out wandering after classes, though not so much looking for a fight as trying to get some of the deer to come close enough for her to pet them.

It was not going well so far.

"Oh, hi, Trevor," she called when she spotted him. "What are you doing out here?"

[crack_that_whip]

Patrolling like a weirdo.

"Felt like a walk," he replied, watching the deer where they stayed a safe distance from the folks who didn't talk nearly enough to get the Disney Princess treatment.

Just work at the paper, Keyleth. Then they had to go near you.

[goldfishontherocks]

"Are you just taking a walk, though, really?" Keyleth leaned in and peered at him a little more closely. "You seem kind of like you're looking for something. Or preoccupied, or something. Are you okay?"

She'd rolled a 21 on the insight check. Sorry, Trevor.

[crack_that_whip]

Was it her high wisdom score that did it? Because that was cheating.

He sighed, leaning against one of the nearby trees. Because he had to keep up the aloof disdain for the world thing. It was the best way to get by. "It's quiet here, isn't it?"

Look, he'd feel loads better if he'd been here for the snow monsters.