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[After being flung into countless numbers of trees from the third party's traps during the last draft, Ion swore to himself he'd never climb another tree for as long as he lived. Obviously, he didn't count on finding a baby bird having fallen out of its nest when he made that declaration. And with the mother bird calling for her child overhead, Ion couldn't just leave the poor thing there to die.]

[Thankfully, getting to the top of the tree where the nest was had been surprisingly easy! Getting down... not so much. He didn't notice the lower branch breaking until after he stepped off of it, and now that he was on his way down, he found himself stuck. He wasn't too high up, but this particular tree had quite a few thorn bushes around it. He'd been able to avoid them going up for the most part, but if he were to try jumping, the chance of him falling into one of these bushes was rather high. He wasn't too far off the path, just a ways north of the village, so hopefully someone will spot him.]

[Though, in restrospect, today was probably a bad day to wear green.]

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[Assuming the princess is eventually rescued, Ion will be spending the remainder of the day at the library in search of a few new books to read before eventually returning home, his clothes still looking a bit worse for wear.]

[[ooc: Feel free to break time and space for the first part, or run into him walking towards the library looking... well, like he fell out of a tree.]]

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[Dist nodded, then took a step forward, waiting for Ion to follow. He kept the young Fon master close in his sights, though he was curious as to just how long poor Ion had been stuck in that tree. Good lord, if he was in there for a few hours...he should eat and drink something.]

I think a bit of lunch beforehand sounds like a good idea. I hope you don't object, Ion.

Not at all. Actually, I was planning on picking up some breakfast on my way to the library, but that was before I was... distracted.

[And yes, he says this knowing it is now lunchtime.]

[Dist gives Ion a look, raising one brow and sighing. Breakfast? Honestly...it was almost lunch time now. He really hates to think this but - Ion, you're such an ignorant child. Dist keeps his pace languid so Ion can easily keep pace with him, but it's obvious he's unhappy with the prior ordeal even as he speak.]

Well, let's hope we don't come across any more distractions then. Come along, Fon Master, I'd like to finish my tasks before the day is done.

All right. [Ion pays him no mind, despite probably being well aware what Dist is thinking. But that was just how Ion was; of course he wouldn't mind. And so he'll just smile and trot along by Dist's side.]

[Though it's probably a good thing Dist is walking at a slower pace. By the time they reach the plaza, Ion's feeling just a little dizzy. Over-exerting himself on top of skipping a meal when the weather was so warm wasn't the best combination for a weak replica like Ion. He's doing his best to ignore it, though he certainly sounds tired.]

Perhaps we could find something good at the bakery?

[As they walk, Dist keeps glancing at Ion, and though the boy is trying not to show his fatigue, Dist knows better. And he's not about to allow Ion to push himself more than he should. Dist places a hand on Ion's shoulder to stop him walking and judges the distance from their current position and the village. He decides it shouldn't be more than a few minutes' walk, then turns to Ion.]

Rest here a moment, Fon Master, I'll retrieve the items myself. Did you want anything specific?

[He's not going to argue with that. If Dist asked him to stop, he probably noticed how tired he looked. He thinks for a moment.]

I should be all right with whatever you can find, as long as it isn't too sweet. And perhaps some water to drink as well?

Of course. I'll return momentarily, Fon master, so please, keep out of the sun while I'm away.

[And Dist will nod his head and walk toward the village square. it really doesn't take him long at all - a few minutes at best - but picking out something for Ion from the bakery seemed the harder task. He...really has no idea what to bring back for Ion. Just about everything in the bakery is sweet! He chews his lip, then swttles on some peculiar looking bread (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/be/Melonpan.jpg/800px-Melonpan.jpg), fashioned to look almost like a turtle. For himself, a simple apple tart.

Once he returns, he hands Ion the sweet and a bottle of water.]

Forgive me for taking longer than expected...I wasn't certain of your tastes, Fon Master. I hope this will suffice.

[While Dist is gone, Ion will have found himself a nice spot under the shade of a tree to sit. He takes a moment to look himself over, noting a number of scratches on his legs from his climb up the tree, before resting on his knees and waiting.]

[Of course, Dist could have brought back a sugar-glazed jelly doughnut, and Ion would have still shown him just as much gratitude for going out of his way to help.]

It's all right. Thank you, Dist.

[And so he takes a bite!]

[...]

[Hopefully Dist won't think much of the fact that, two bites in, Ion already drank half of that water bottle.]

[It wasn't bad, it wasn't bad at all! But while the bread itself wasn't overwhelmingly sweet, the crispy outside was. But it's hard to find things at the bakery that aren't too sweet, so he's not in any position to complain.]

[Not that he would anyway, but still.]

[Yeah, he saw that, and understood it well enough. Dist averts his eyes and says nothing, though he doesn't outright frown at the very least. He tried to find something that wasn't overly sweet, but it really was difficult! Anything that wasn't sweet just seemed...unappetizing. Plus, without knowing Ion's tastes, it just made the task that much more difficult.

Dist chooses to stand and lean against the trunk of the tree to eat, not wanting to dirty his clothes on the grass and soil. He finishes after Ion does, and after wiping his face and taking a drink of his own water, Dist offers a hand to help Ion stand.]

I hope it was satisfactory, Fon Master. Now, you said you wanted to go to the library next? Do you feel well enough to make the walk, or shall we head home instead?

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