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Jeanne Dumain

Jeanne rode her steed into town and slowed to a stop in front of the bakery. She had time to kill and talking to the shop’s owner would help greatly. After all, she was in the same business. The bakery’s owner had retired and become quite the caregiver although she wasn’t as good with a sword.

She entered the store, the bell ringing above the door. “Why if it isn’t ol’ Jeanne. Done with yer pillaging?” Jeanne scowled at the woman because the bakery woman knew that she had a double personality. She also knew how to tell the difference with just a look. Jeanne narrowed her eyes at the wizened old woman whose crinkled crow’s feet only brought out her bright blue eyes. Her blonde hair only had wisps of gray and it curled around her shoulders perfectly. Jeanne had to wonder if fairies existed every time she glanced upon the woman. “Yeah, yeah. Pillaging. More like getting out of my own home.” She mumbled crossly. The old woman laughed, the sound loud and warming. “You ain’t gotten run over by them fools in the castle agin, ‘ave ya?” The woman paused from setting down her rolls and grinned up at Jeanne.

“Hell yeah. It’s ridiculous. You figure they would get tired of checking on me. I'm tired of it! She doesn't even care, wanting to stay up there in that house. I don't want too. I wanna go do things and be savage! I'm tired of taking care of little runts who should have been surviving for themselves!” The woman sighed and set down her rolls, coming over to stand by Jeanne. “I’m sorry.” Jeanne looked up at the woman, now that she had stepped up and stood taller. She didn’t have time to expect the hit. The woman cocked back her hand and brought it down on Jeanne’s cheek. Jeanne reeled back and held her stinging cheek in shock. “W-Wha-What?!” The woman grinned and set her hands on her hips. “What are ya doing here complaining, eh?” Jeanne stared at the woman, not fully understanding yet. “Get going. Take a biscuit. Go on. Go back to yer house!” Jeanne laughed, quite hysterically before she accepted the biscuits and went on her way.

Jeanne patted Riedell gently as he jogged up the path to her house. She sighed, her other personality settling deep within, under her skin while her gentle side rose to the surface and warmed her expression. However she stopped Riedell as she spotted two figures on the path. “Oh dear.” She murmured, worriment narrowing her eyes and making her hands clench. She braced herself and rode up to them, her cheeks staining red. She regarded Kaleb meekly, albeit her confident stance. “Kaleb.” Her soft voice was brisk before she turned to the newcomer and smiled a bit. “Hello.” She glanced up at her house embarrassed by it’s condition. “Sorry. Are you here for something?” She wondered what they had been talking about but she didn’t want Kaleb on her doorstep.