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hope you dont mind this guy popping in! He is wandering up to the outskirts.

Jaskier had walked the day in the dark glow of a cavern. Once which he knew would split him out in a place beyond. Hopefully the same place! Alas, it had, for Jaskier had every hope to catch up with that foxy coyote desert girl again who had danced in his memory for at least a week or two!

This time however, instead of turning around and heading north to the cliffs, he wanted to take in the full view of the lands out just to the south. He had heard the falling water before, but had not followed its sound, its mists! It was indeed a misty place, given the warmth of the desert all around. The tropical forest cluttering the cliffs were so vibrantly green, so many sources of tumbling water he couldn't even count! And the sea. He could still smell the pleasing saltiness of the sea not far.

Incredible! It was surely the makings of a fabulous vacation spot!

Ever since things had died down from from their last encounter, Apricot had felt himself calming quite a bit and settling into a new life. Feelings of sexual thoughts for Apple had been steadily and slowly subsiding. A prospect that he had once deemed impossible. But thanks to a certain someone, he was becoming more in love and infatuated. Which led him to this day, where Apple had been helping him make a garden for miss Marica, his beloved princess. The King followed Apple with utmost loyalty, happy to be spending some time with her now that they had settled things between them.

Oh that's beautiful, Apple! I'm sure that she would love the lilies! A flower with beautiful white petals was right before his eyes, making him think of the lovely woman all the more. Marica loves hibiscus flowers too. Maybe we could add some of those to the garden? An inquiry to his sister, trying to help out in any way that he could. Gardening was still a bit foreign to him, but he was willing to give it a shot, for the both of them.

But suddenly his attention got side tracked. There was the scent of someone else in the territory. Someone that did not belong. You smell that? Let's go. Apricot's expression turned a bit more serious, looking back to Apple before making his way to the stranger lurking about. No one was to step in his lands without his permission. Not a soul.