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[Temperance]

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Another Atalan was about. Temperance could feel him.

"Hello?" she asked, looking around.

A male Atalan peeked his head out from behind a small hedge. His uneven, cropped hair stuck out at all angles and his crimson eyes darted about wildly.

"Hello." Temperance said calmly, walking over to him.

"Sextants aren't as funny as they think they are!" he exclaimed, giggling.

Temperance knelt beside him and smiled evenly.

"Is that so?" she asked, examining his gaunt face.

He nodded quickly and smiled, cocking his head to the side.

"My name is Temperance. What is yours?" she asked, looking him over.

"The clock stole my turtle!" he responded, laughing.

Temperance moved her right hand slowly toward him, wiping a smudge of dirt off his chin.

"Are my feet are on backwards again?" he asked, frowning.

"No. They are just right." Temperance said, taking his hands in hers.

"The color blue tastes funny!" He screeched, as he stood up with her.

"I would like to hear more about that. Will you come with me, please?" she asked him politely, gently pulling him toward her.

"The snowman forgot his cabbage again." he replied with a heavy sigh, before allowing her to lead him away.