Julian landed on the dirt path just outside the northern woods. His boots kicked up dust as the teleport shimmer faded.
A perk of them rebuilding the village square, he could now return to once an hour.
Two hours. That's how long Julian spent grinding since Fran needed some time to get ready. She told him to wait for her, but he couldn't wait. Long enough to kill his back. Long enough to realise he hated solo grinding.
But not long enough to forget her.
He glanced around the forest edge, squinting through the afternoon sun.
Then, a twig snapped behind him.
"Miss me already~?"
Julian turned.
And there she was.
Fran leaned against a tree, one hip cocked, longbow slung casually over one shoulder. Her outfit was definitely not standard issue.
Tight black leggings tucked into worn combat boots, a short sleeveless tunic that rode up when the wind hit it wrong, and a reinforced leather corset that definitely wasn't standard issue for archers. Her ears twitched with amusement.
