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Jamie had been settling in quite well. The cold had been his first roadblock to getting comfortable, a problem since solved by Vaas. The fox pulled his bear fur cloak tighter around him as he moved through the snow, shivering as he made his way down the beach. As well as he had been settling in, Jamie still took to the beach daily. He needed the time away to clear his head, to recall the face of the woman he had once called his wife, a woman who he had no chance of seeing again in this life. The fox settled down, sitting vigilantly as he stared at the horizon. His tail curled over his paws, his cloak slipping around his shoulders. His green plaid was just barely visible underneath the cloak, wrapped tightly around his chest and torso.


#psychosocial.

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Jamie nodded, plucking up the heavy black bear fur cloak. The fur was course, but not unsoft. The clasp was simple but beautiful, made of silver and inlaid with what appeared to be simple vine carvings. The fox tucked the cloak over his shoulders, feeling the soft inside settle against his back. As he fastened the clasp against his chest, the male felt warmth seep into his bones nearly instantaneously. A contented sigh exited his maw, his lungs finally decompressing as relief from the cold eased relaxation into his muscles. "Braw craftsmanship. I thank ye. Me name's James Fraser, if yew dinna ken." The Scottish male said, turning his gaze back to Vaas. The male was fairly new, and as of the time frame of this thread, had not yet even begun to step into the higher, more respectable rankings of the Palm Glades. With that being said, the fox wished to get to know as many of his new kinsmen as possible. Where the fox was from, the clans acted as sort of families. They protected each other, defended each other's honor and dignity, and supported each other as a family would have in the face of outside forces. This was his desire with his new home, and thus was the reason for the fox's sudden introduction.


#psychosocial.

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Jamie froze, his hazel gaze resting on the other. He... he wasn't? His eyes remained wide, his jaw slightly slacked as his mind scrambled for a comprehensive answer that would make him look like anything but the fool he was. Coming up with nothing, the fox snapped his jaws closed, ears swiveling back slightly. "My apologies. I dinna ken why I made such an assumption." the male spoke, letting out a single nervous chuckle.


#psychosocial.

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Jamie had been here for a week now, and he'd decided it was time to speak directly to the one in charge. He set off from his room, marching through camp towards the leader's room. "Milady?" he called lightly, rapping gently against the edge of the doorway. "It's Jamie, milady. I'd very much like to have a word with ye, if yew don't mind."
#psychosocial.

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Jamie was curious. Of course, he had his dearly loved plaid, but it wasn't very warm and winter was hitting hard. As he approached, the fox would tilt his head. "Cloaks? They're a mighty beauty. Mind if I look at one?" the Scot inquired, his eyes locked on what appeared to be a black cloak made of some sort of bear fur.


#psychosocial.

"speech"

The rat nodded, hopping forward a few steps. "Can someone show me to the camp? Maybe help a girl out and give me a lift?" she squeaked, whiskers twitching. She was exhausted, and gliding could only get her so far. Without the help of others she'd fall behind, and likely end up lost as she had not a clue where anything was. "I promise I don't bite. Well, not often, anyway."