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Falling Rain sat quietly with his back against a tree watching his kinsmen in the flickering firelight. He had been inundated for the first couple of hours but just as he had begun to feel almost panicky at the unaccustomed bevy of people around him, they had all casually melted away to do other things. After a little while, a small darker haired woodchild walked over purposefully and sat himself calmly on Falling Rain’s knee. Midnight looked up at him and pointed firstly at Falling Rain, then at himself followed by clasping his hands in his gesture for friendship. When Falling Rain nodded a little uncertainly, Midnight showed him images of Falling Rain standing away from the main group of woodfolk followed by images of himself living alone outside the circle of the mountainfolk.
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